Page 98 of Wanna Play A Game?
“No? So the idea of everyone in this room getting hard watching me play with this pretty body does nothing for you?”
My clit forms a heartbeat. What the hell is wrong with me?
There’s a muffled moan, then the sound of a strike.
I jump.
A hand traces along the band of my sweatpants, and I jerk. “Pretty girl, no one is going to hit you unless you beg for it.”
Whoever it is chuckles, and my pants are yanked down. Cool air rushes over my pussy, and I realize how wet I am. Horror rushes through me.
Someone’s body presses into me. I feel a brief moment of panic, not being able to see them. But the pressure of his body grounds me. His fingers trace down until they brush my clit.
Another pair of hands brushes over my nipples.
“What a perfect girl, being so good for us.” It sounds like Sawyer, but I can’t tell which hands belong to whom.
The one right in front of me traces circles around my clit, and it sends electric pulses up my body.
“We’re going to fuck you right here. You’re ours. You belong to us and us only, and we’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
“Sawyer,” I say. I know it’s him who is saying that. He always tries to claim me. I struggle to focus. The hands make me feel so good. My senses are heightened with my sight gone. Goosebumps run up and down my body. They play me expertly, tweaking my nipples and giving just the right amount of pressure to make my pussy clench around nothing.
Someone shifts, there’s the rustle of clothing, then I feel the hot tip of a dick pressed against my pussy. Whoever it is rubs it up and down on my clit, groaning.
“Christ, you’re so wet, nasty girl.” That sounds like Sawyer.
The movement feels so good. I moan and let my head fall back.
The dick presses against my entrance. My body trembles. I need that extra friction.
He shoves into me.
Pleasure immediately fills me. Sawyer groans. “Fuck, dirty girl. You feel so fucking good.”
He slides in and out of me, keeping me against the cross.
“Goddamn, Cali. Miles is hard as fuck. You like watching me take our girl, Miley?”
Sawyer hits a spot inside me, and I moan, sparks tightening my muscles.
“Fuck.” That was Miles. His voice is breathy and tight.
Not being able to see heightens the sensation while also filling me with fear. My skin is covered in goosebumps, and yet I feel euphoric.
“You’re my woman. Our woman.” Sawyer grunts as he pushes into me. “Does it get you hot to know that you have all the men in this room hard for you?”
I try to reach up to pull the blindfold off, but the ties stop my hand.
“No, no.” A hand reaches out and swats my right nipple.
I yelp.
“Let them hear you, bunny. Let them hear those pretty little sounds.” Sawyer slams harder into me, and it makes me groan. His breathing is heavy. He reaches down to play with my clit. “Miles is touching himself. He can’t help it, watching me claim you. His dick is so hard right now it looks painful.”
Sawyer presses hard into my clit, and I stiffen, throwing my head back. He pinches my clit hard and growls, “Let them hear you, Cali.”
I moan. Sawyer instantly rubs the sting away. It’s followed by delicious waves of pleasure.
