Page 89 of The Game

“Drink some water,babochka. No fainting your first day back at the gym.”

With a breathless giggle, I obey, reaching over and catching the straw between my lips, gulping some down before I pass it to him. He takes it with a nod of thanks, moving to stand and help me up. Grinning wickedly, I tighten my calf muscles and keep him on his knees, his eyes suddenly going dark when he realizes what I am attempting to do.

“No, Alice. You heard the doctor.”

I pout my bottom lip out, my hand trailing down my stomach to play in the mess we made, my clit so sensitive it makes me jump at the lightest of touches.

“Please?” I whisper. “I need you.”

With a growl, he tears his gaze from mine, his jaw working as he stares at the wall and considers. All I want is to feel his cock inside me, to hold his gaze, to feel him against me and let our hearts become acquainted once more.

“We’ll go slow. You’d never hurt me, Tristan.”

“Alice—” he seethes, arms shaking, corded muscles flexing beneath beautiful line work. My mouth clamps shut at his tone, but he turns his gaze back to mine, almost glaring at me. Pushing my legs from his shoulders, my heart sinks, and the sting of rejection makes me want to flee—until the bite of his descending zipper flares hope back into my chest.

He rises up onto his feet to kick off his jeans and boxer-briefs, his fully-erect cock standing at full attention as his huge hand strokes it. Bending to pick up his jeans, he pushes open the door and tosses them out, letting in a rush of fresh air that I gulp in greedily. He takes a moment, but when he comes back, there’s a bottle of oil in his hands.

“Put your hair up,” he demands quietly. Plucking the band from my wrist, I obey immediately, swallowing down my sudden apprehension. It’s almost like he’s mad I’ve forced his hand, and I soon start to feel guilty as I pull my hair up into a tight, swirled bun.

I don’t feel guilty enough to tell him to stop.

The crack as he pops the top on the lid makes me jump, and he sinks down to his knees again, the sauna regaining its fervent heat, my face feeling as though it’s being blasted by direct sunlight. He holds the bottle upside down over my belly and squeezes out so much that it runs over my sides as I gasp in shock, trying to catch it so it doesn’t stain the wood. As I am trying to keep it pooled between my sides and my palms, he drips more between the valley of my breasts, snorting. I throw my glare up at him as he pushes the cap down and tosses it aside.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for a while, but you’re too…American. Cannot handle the heat,” he teases, accent deepening with his onslaught of desire. My guilt morphs as my pussy clenches, missing his girth, the way he stretches me and fills me.

Smoothing his rough palms over my oiled skin, the scent erupts in my nose, something earthy that compliments the cedar. He rubs every inch of my skin, as reverent as a man worshiping his goddess. When I feel the smoother skin of his scars glide over mine, our eyes catch, his so dark and depthless with unfathomable possessiveness that it chills me despite the heat.

“You are ours forever Alice,” he says, smoothing his hands down my slick thighs, his thumbs meeting right over my clit as I moan on contact. “When we make a promise, we do not break it.”

He continues to rub my pussy in sloppy, explorative strokes, his thumbs sometimes slipping inside me as I writhe with pleasure. He smooths his hands to the soft inner parts of my legs and grips them before pulling a hand away and slapping me. I cry out, but he soothes the pain away with a gentle caress.

“That is for you making me break my promise to your doctor.”

Biting my lip, I nod quickly, but his grin turns dark, sadistic.

“You do not come until I say so, because this cunt is mine,babochka,ours.”

My brows pull up as I whine, but my complaints are cut off as he rises up fully on his knees, yanking my hips again until my ass is on the edge, my slick, oiled calves once more on his shoulders. Lining up the thick head of his cock with one hand, his other traps my wrists and pins them to the wall above me. Slowly, he teases me, fucking me softly with only the tip as I melt beneath him.

“God, Alice,” he grunts. “I can’t wait to fill you with all of my cum.”

“Do it, please,” I whimper. He chuckles with a shake of his head.

“You’re in trouble, remember? If I want to tease you for an hour…a day…aweek, I fucking will. Would you like that?” he says softly, pushing another inch inside me as I cry out and raise my hips for more. He pulls away with an admonishing look.

“No,” I finally grit out. “No, because I can’t ever wait for you.”

His pupils dilate at my truth, but he still pulls out, leaving my cunt clenching around emptiness, my clit throbbing, my heart pounding. I want to be furious, and part of me is, but I’ve also never been turned on in this way before—never this desperate. It’s apparent that he sees what I am realizing, because his smirk grows.

“Now you know how we feel every moment of every day,babochka. Our love for you is the most excruciating form of pain, but you’re the cure. And the day you leave this earth will be the day we do, too.”

Tears lodge in my throat, but he slips his cock along my slit, rubbing deliciously against my clit, and my head thuds back, my fingers clutching at the hand that has me pinned. He rolls his hips again, gliding along the oil and my wetness and his pre-cum, the head of his cock kissing my belly before he slides back down and presses just barely inside my entrance again. My pussy flutters in anticipation, promising to climax the moment he sinks fully into me, the sigh of relief already on my lips.

“I never knew your desperation could be so beautiful,” he growls. “Jameson is going to punish you far worse, my little butterfly, because he’s right—I have no patience.”

And slowly, gently restrained, he finally eases his rigid cock into my tight cunt all the way to the hilt.

“I…I’m going to c-come—” I gasp.

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