Page 53 of Heartless Game

“No, Isaac. No one is here, we don’t have to pretend. I’m not going to blow you.”

He chuckled. “Oh, calling it a blow job doesn’t even get close to what I’m about to do to you. Remember: I say get on your knees, youget on your knees.I fed you dinner, now I’m going to feed you my cock.Kneel.”

Glaring at him, I kneeled. Because what other choice did I have? But one of these days?—

“I’m going to bite your dick off,” I told him.

He laughed again. “This better be one of those times where you’re all bark, no bite. If I feel even the hint of teeth, I’ll strip you down, drive you to campus, and tie you to the statue of the founder. How does that sound?” He caressed my face. “I don’t want to hear another word out of that pretty mouth. Open up, little snoop. That’s all you’re good for, after all.”

21

Isaac

Iwas being an asshole and I knew it, but I was pissed the fuck off. I’d opened up to Tovah, exposing vulnerabilities I never even looked at myself, they were so painful, and she couldn’t be bothered to match me with her own secrets. For all I knew, she was storing them away for some future exposé on me. I had let my guard down and forgotten I couldn’t trust her.

So even though I saw the hurt in her eyes for telling her she was useless beyond her holes, and even though part of me hated myself for it, at least I could make her feelsomething.

And I wasn’t going to deny how hard my cock was, seeing her kneeling there in front of me with helpless rage in her eyes. Dinner had been torture, listening to her moan as she ate the foodI’dmade for her. I’d never known how sexually satisfying feeding someone else could be, but watching the food disappear between her lips, watching her enjoy it, knowing I’d provided for her, that she was no longer hungry because ofme—it appeased the monster inside me. I’d taken care of her. Served her.

And now she was going to serve me.

Scanning the kitchen, I spotted a dishtowel. I walked behind Tovah, making short work of tying her wrists together.

“Isaac!”

I ignored her, walking back around to face her and slowly unzipping my jeans so she got the whole show. I pulled down my boxer briefs and revealed my cock in all its hard, desperate glory. I felt pretty damn beastly right now, my cock so excited to finally get off in one of her warm holes and test out the object of its desire’s tight throat for the first time. Edging her all day had kept me on the edge too, but the best things took patience, and my patience was finally going to be rewarded.

The first time I’d touched her, I’d been afraid of how out of control she made me feel.

But she’d already changed something within me—because now I relished it.

Fisting it in my hand, I slapped my cock against one of Tovah’s cheeks, than the other, leaving a trail of precum on her skin, painting it over her lips like a white, perverted gloss.

“Open,” I ordered her again, my voice deep with desire. “And remember, no teeth.”

Glaring at me, she opened her mouth in a small “o.” It wasn’t wide enough for how thick my dick was, so I leaned down, hooking two fingers into her mouth and pulling it wider so I could slide my cock into the open hole.

“Isaac,” she tried to cry out, but my cock plugged her mouth and blocked the sound, so it was just a faint garbled protest.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the heat of her mouth practically doing me in like I was a teen getting his first blowjob. “Suck,” I told her.

Closing her eyes, she sucked. It was sloppy, and, if I didn’t know better, unpracticed. But maybe she was just messy.

Something about the seeming inexperience was a huge turn on, though. I could pretend that she’d never sucked a cock before, and I was her first. But sucking with her eyes closed wasn’t working for me.

“Eyes on me,” I barked. “I want to watch your humiliated helplessness as you lick and suck me, little snoop.”

Her eyes popped open, and yeah, there was the hatred I expected in them, but also the need I’d wanted as she bobbed her head, licking the shaft and sucking the crown, her hesitant movements hotter than the most confident blowjob I’d ever received. I let her stay on the shallow end for a bit, the feel of her tongue and lips against my cock a heady experience I’d only fantasized about a million times.

“This turning you on?” I groaned, watching her as she rubbed her thighs together. “Being helpless, wrists tied, forced to lick my cock? Probably freeing in a way, because you don’t have to admit how hungry you are for it. You can pretend you don’t want this, but we both know that’s a lie. But then you’re a good little liar, aren’t you?”

She tried to say something that sounded likefuck you—or would’ve, if my cock wasn’t effectively gagging her.

“Oh, this isn’t enough for you? Well don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.” Keeping my fingers hooked in her mouth, I grabbed the back of her head with my other hand, forcing her forward on my cock, until I hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes got wide and teary and she tried to shake her head, but I held her still, tilting her chin at the perfect angle, pulling out, and thrusting back in, slowly, so slowly, so that I sank, inch by perfect inch, into her throat.

“Holy fucking shit, who knew this tight little throat would feel so sweet squeezing my fat cock? I was right, wasn’t I? You were made for this. Your mouth, your throat, all of you was created to be my little plaything and make me feel good,” I rasped, my voice dropping several octaves from how good she felt.

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