Page 127 of Convict's Game
Shocked at the sudden fullness, I gritted my teeth and adjusted my position. My pussy fluttered around the intrusion. Being on display was so strange. Particularly when I wasn’t sure he’d be part of the show. I stifled my reaction, though my skin had to be mottled and flushed.
Convict placed my underwear back over the toy. “You’re beautiful like this.”
A hum started, soft and teasing and right there inside me. Maddening.
He retreated. I couldn’t see or hear him but I sensed him moving away.
I swallowed hard, tugging uselessly at the cuffs. I rode a wave of pleasure from the vibrations, exhaling when they died back. God. It was remote controlled. I pictured him through the crowd, leaning back against a pillar, eyes on me and my every reaction.
Another boost of the toy had me drop my head back and flex my thighs.
It made me want to perform for him. To drive him so wild he climbed in with me or even just dragged me to the bars to fuck me. My nervous system zinged wide awake, and my skin begged for touch, my nipples hard and desperate for his mouth.
Then a new sound reached me. Deep male voices, too close. Heavy boots on the floor.
“Check out that one. Fuck, she’s fit.”
My pulse spiked in panic.
“Convict, there’s people.”
“I know.” His voice was a soothing caress. “They’re all around you, admiring what they can’t have. Anyone can look. No one touches.”
The vibrator surged, the pressure stronger. I bit my lip. At least he could hear me like I could him.
“Can they tell what you’ve done to me?” I didn’t know how obvious the toy inside me was or whether my clothes hid it.
“Yes, baby. They can see.”
I whimpered. It was so exposing to be on display like this, caged, and with a sex toy inside me and my dress rucked up. Yet at the same time, the bandanna hid my identity, and I knew Convict would tear into anyone who got too close. “You’re going to make me come in front of them?”
The torment eased, the sensation dying back.
I hung from my restraints, sweating under the lace and the tension. It rose again with the vibrator activating, speeding up, then right when I caught the edge of a spiralling pleasure I couldn’t stop, he slowed it.
“You’ll come when I’m ready. Until then, fuck the floor.”
I wanted to snarl at him but I had no idea where he was in the room, and worse, with the toy activating, my body was primed to obey him. My hips worked the air, my suspended arms holding me an inch away from being able to apply pressure myself.
If only I could touch the cage floor, I could grind on it to make myself come, but he had all the power. Frustration rose in a jagged arc.
“This is infuriating.”
“You’re doing so well, little gangster. You should know how perfectly fuckable you look in that black dress flirting with your ass and the glimpse of the toy through the lace. I like you with your hands tied up. In fact, you passed the obedience level. We’re moving on to a loyalty test.” His voice darkened. “You can crawl to the edge of the cage, beg someone else to finish you.There are men and women who will happily put you out of your misery. Or…”
The vibration cut out entirely. I whimpered at the sudden loss.
“Or you can give me the three little words you know I want. Then I’ll come in and finish you myself.”
“W-what?”
“You heard. I’ll play with your ass then fuck you there with the vibrator in place.”
Tears pricked beneath the blindfold. “Why would you do that?” I meant the words. He knew.
“Because I need them.”
My voice shook. “You arranged this deal. We’re temporary.”
