Page 94 of Fake Game

“Good.” The grin on his face is anything but kind as he watches me squirm on the sheets. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Sparkles. Thanks for the gift.” He holds the thong up in a salute before strolling out of my bedroom. I hear the front door click as he closes it behind him, but I don’t move, completely at a loss as to what the hell just happened.

I sit up, flushed and aching.

Fuck that.

There’s no way I’m about to just lie here and fall asleep.

I reach over into my bedside drawer and dig around until I find what I’m looking for. My hands close around the rose suction device, and I fumble to turn it on.

A quiet buzzing fills the room, and I quickly peel off my shorts, throwing them across the room before bringing thedevice to my clit. The relief is immediate, and I quickly increase the speed of the vibrating suction, my thighs quivering with each second that passes. It takes no time before I feel my orgasm crest. I squeeze my eyes shut, images of Jackson burning themselves on the backs of my eyelids.

A pang of guilt spears itself in my stomach at the knowledge that I’m defying his command. This inherent need to follow his rules and heed the submission brands itself on my skin.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling the toy away.

The wave falls, my orgasm sinking back. I shut the damn thing off and throw that across the room as well. My thighs clench together as I roll over in the sheets, groaning again.

He is going to pay for this.

TWENTY-FIVE

JACKSON

“Fuck.”

I fist the soft fabric over my cock. The wet sheen of her arousal mixes with my precum. My head falls back against the wall as I continue pumping, images of Deer’s pouty pink lips parting in a gasp urging me on.

My balls tighten and my brain blanks out as I come in thick hot jets all over my hand and her panties.

I should feel a little bad that I’m up here getting myself off when I expressly told her to just suffer in want. But I’m greedy and the temptation was just too much to deny.

I’m lucky I could control myself enough not to fuck her right then and there.

That wasnothow I saw my night going, but I don’t have any regrets.

Although, this might pose a small issue considering we have been in a fake relationship for less than twenty-four hours and I’ve already had my hands on her pussy.

But fuck me, what else was I supposed to do when she seemed so eager to explore exactly my kind of kink. It’s not every day the woman you’ve been unintentionally fantasizing about offers to become your next rope bunny.

I’ll have to ease her into it though. I’ll have to ease her into everything.

That’s part of the reason why I edged her tonight; I had to make sure she really meant what she said—that she would be the type of sub to follow my rules.

Part of me does wonder if she’ll keep her word.

Deer can be the defiant type, but I don’t think she’s a brat.

She can be stubborn at times and rigid in her ways, but it’s that tightly wound and heavily curated persona that tells me she craves a release from the gilded cage she’s crafted around herself. I’ve always had this desire to protect her, and that’s no different than my want to care for her as a dom.

No, I have faith that while she is probably cursing me out right now and wishing I’d bang my hip on the corner of a counter, she will keep her hands far away from her wanting pussy no matter how much it pains her.

Such an obedient girl, deep down.

Just my type.

I grab my phone with my clean hand and open to an app, scrolling until I find the perfect gift for her. A reward for following my instructions. Something she’ll look so fucking delectable in when I finally fuck her.

TWENTY-SIX

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