Page 45 of Game Over

“Oh my God.” She’s unable to look away.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” I move closer. “Of course you do. I found it in your browser history. ‘Prince Albert piercing pleasure,’ ‘what does Prince Albert feel like inside,’ ‘men with cock piercings’—the dirty research rabbit hole you went down.”

Her lips part, no sound emerging.

“I got it done nine months ago,” I continue, caressing her inner thigh. “Specifically for you.”

I grip her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. “I had to remove it during our little game in the maze. Didn’t want to spoil the surprise.” I stroke myself slowly, letting her see how the piercing moves. “I know all your fantasies, Kira. Every dark corner of your mind. You’ve been too ashamed to admit every twisted desire, even to yourself.”

The metal glints as I move it, mesmerizing her.

“This is just the beginning of how I’ll fulfill every single one.”

“For your honesty, I think you deserve a little comfort,” I tell her, stroking her hair while my other hand continues working my length. “Your reward is simple—you get to suck on me. Like a pacifier. Just for a few minutes.”

That familiar conflict flashes across her face.

“No need to do anything fancy. No need to make me come. Just take me in your mouth and suckle like the good girl I know you are.” I move closer, adjusting her restraints to give her enough freedom to reach me. “This is meant to soothe you and calm your nerves before we continue.”

I position myself at her lips. Kira hesitates momentarily before parting them. The warmth of her mouth engulfs me, and I suppress a groan of satisfaction. Her tongue instinctively finds the metal piercing, exploring its curve with cautious curiosity.

“That’s it,” I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair. “Just like that.”

I watch in fascination as the tension in her body begins to melt away. Her eyes drift half-closed, the rhythm of her sucking becoming steady and almost meditative. The psychological shift happening before me is incredible—she’s using me to comfort herself, just as I knew she would.

Her breathing synchronizes with the gentle motion. I can practically see her thoughts quieting, her mind accepting the moment. This is more intimate than any frantic fucking could be—this is psychological surrender at its purest.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, my voice low and soothing. “Such a pretty mouth. Such a beautiful girl.”

The minutes pass, and I carefully withdraw before I get too close to the edge. Her lips chase after me momentarily before she catches herself, eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

“Did that help?” I ask, knowing the answer from the dazed look in her eyes and the relaxed set of her shoulders.

She nods almost imperceptibly, her defenses temporarily dismantled.

“Good,” I say, readjusting her restraints and preparing for the next level of our game. “Now for the next question.”

I tuck myself back into my jeans. The glazed look in her eyes suits her and makes her even more beautiful. Her lips are slightly swollen, glistening with saliva. My beautiful pet is learning.

I lean closer, stroking her cheek with my thumb, feeling her lean into my touch despite herself. This vulnerability is the canvas for my next question.

“Tell me,” I start, my mouth inches from her ear, “if I brought your friend Jenna here, would you hold her down for me?”

Her body goes rigid, eyes flying open in horror.

“What did you just?—”

I press the remote button, sending a short shock through her body. Just enough to remind her of the rules.

“Answer the question.” I sweep my palm over the plane of her stomach. “If I decided I wanted her too, would you help me take her? Would you whisper in her ear that everything would be okay while I tied her up? Would you tell her to stop fighting because it only makes me want her more?”

She’s shaking her head, tears gathering.

“Would you get wet watching me break her the way I’m breaking you?” I continue, voice soft and reasonable. “Or would you be jealous? Would you beg me to hurt her worse than I hurt you to prove you’re still my favorite?”

“Please stop,” she sobs.

“There’s no right answer here, Kira.” I grip her chin, forcing her eyes up. “I want to see how far the darkness in you goes. Because I know it’s there. I’ve always known. That’s why we belong together.”

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