Page 49 of Corrupt Game

“Will you please feed me?”

He didn’t smirk, or act triumphant. Slowly he brought the food to my lips.

The contact from his hands was absent. Why did that feel like such a huge deal?

It was as if he could go through the motions of feeding me without the hint of contact. He could turn it off and on without missing a beat.

No rubbing his finger on my cheek. No touches along my bare skin. They were all gone.

The room felt devoid of even the smallest comforts. He’d given me darkness, he’d frozen me, he’d overheated me, was there anything he wasn’t willing to do?

Loving touches had been given to me, and I wanted them back.

Although, how they could be described as loving when he was trying to torture me?

When his body was next to me, he made no move to enjoy it in any way.

After the meal, he startled me as he began to tell me what it would be like in agonizing detail once again.

“My hard, throbbing member sinks into your very wet and ready pussy.” A growl rose from his throat. “I leave it there to soak up the feeling as your lower lips pull my engorged cock further inside.”

“Once you’ve adjusted, I’ll move slightly as your nails grip my arms, prepared for the assault you’re about to receive.”

His words brought new sensations and feelings to my body. It was as if he were doing it to me. My body felt each word and responded.

Digging into my imagination, each scenario he described was hotter and more explicit in the details. It was making me ready to combust from the heat of the images running through my mind.

He continued this treatment and after dinner, he left and for the third straight meal, I realized how much I missed his touch. But his words ignited a fire in me and the sexual energy coursing through me needed to have an outlet to escape.

This type of torture was the worst. I couldn’t just call one of the names from my little black book to help scratch this itch. I was back to basics 101.

There was no way to ignore the needs of my body any longer. I stretched out on the bed and began to move my hands toward my breasts. I realized what his last session had done to me.

It had gotten me completely on the edge, and I knew my release was only moments away.

Nipples taunt and ready, I pinched them through the thin fabric of my bra.

A moan escaped, and I was beyond caring if he heard me. Desperate to relieve myself, I needed to find a way to make that happen.

Just the thought of touching myself made me cross my legs. The motion had my panties rubbing against my very sensitive clit. Ready to explode from the thought, I kept a hand on my breast and slid a hand down the front of my cotton panties.

It had been so long since I’d actually given in and taken care of my needs that the simple touch of my finger between the folds of my legs had me moaning instantly.

As my finger dug deeper, the need for more began to consume me. Adding a second finger, I thrust them inside, pausing to reflect on his words. They were like a movie floating through my mind.

His plans to take me replayed. Each time I thought of him making me his in so many ways. I’d been fighting against it with every fiber of my being. I wasn’t something that could be claimed or tagged.

While I wasn’t opposed to him taking control of my body in a sexual manner, anything else just wasn’t an option. His hands on me would be so much better than anything I could do by myself.

In fact, his plans for me seemed to turn me on more, and I opened my legs wider. Deeper and deeper, I thrust before adding a third finger to the mix.

With my fingers darting in and out rapidly, I neared the edge of completion. I pressed harder and faster with a last grunt and growled at the thought of his cock ramming inside me. It pushed me over the edge.

A scream of abandon echoed through the room, while my entire body trembled as I felt the release take over. Unable to control any of my actions or responses, I flopped back, exhausted, onto the bed.

The moment of reprieve of my current situation had a small smile played on my lips.

Breathing deeply, it felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had been less than two minutes. I couldn’t imagine having sex for hours at a time.

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