Page 149 of The Games We Play
His hands vanished. The loss of his touch was maddening. I heard the sound of movement—Mac stepping behind the bar. Then something firm brushed against my lips.
It was cool. Smooth.
I darted my tongue out. It tasted sweet.
“Open up, baby.”
I obeyed.
Mac dangled a cherry above my mouth. My lips wrapped around it, tongue swirling as I sucked it clean.
“Mmm,” he hummed, low and satisfied. “That’s good.”
Another brush against my lips.
“Again.”
This time, I played with it. My tongue curled around the fruit, teasing it. I let the cherry dangle as I licked it slowly, drawing it in before pulling the stem free with a soft pop.
Mac groaned—a deep, visceral sound that told me exactly how much he liked the show.
Then I felt his hand on my knee, sliding slowly down and coaxing my legs apart. He opened me completely, leaving me vulnerable andaching.
“This one’s for me,” he growled.
Something small and round traced the line of my sex. It was cold. My breath hitched, and I realized it was another cherry, this time slick from me.
The sensation was pulled away, and I heard Mac groan again.
“So fucking sweet,” he muttered.
His hands returned, stronger this time, pulling me upright—but he left the blindfold on. The disorientation only fueled the fire roaring beneath my skin.
Then came the sound of metal. A soft clink. A scrape. My breath caught.
The cuffs.
“I’m going to use the handcuffs, Pen,” Mac said gently. “Then I want you to lie back with your head off the end of the bar. You’ll feel a rush. If it’s too much, use our word.”
God, I could barely breathe. The anticipation pulsing through my veins was dizzying.
I swallowed hard. “Am I going to get to touch you at least? Because as much as I’m very much enjoying this… I’d love to taste your cock mixed with a little cherry.”
Mac laughed—a dark, amused sound that slid over my skin like velvet.
The cold bite of metal touched my wrists, followed by the solidclickof each loop locking into place. My pulse pounded at the base of my throat.
He grabbed my legs and shifted me, sliding my ass to the edge of the bar until I was perfectly positioned for him.
“Maybe,” he purred, his breath hot against my lips. “We have all night. This is just round one.”
His mouth crashed into mine, and one hand cupped my breast, fingers kneading before giving it a sharp smack. I gasped into his mouth, the sting blooming into pleasure.
He pulled back and pressed his hand to my shoulder, guiding me down again. I let myself fall.
My head dipped off the edge of the bar, neck arched. The blood would rush soon, dizzying me—but that would only make everything else feel even more intense.
“What should I use next?” Mac asked, his hands firm on my knees, holding me wide open beneath him.
