The Game by L.P. Lovell

10

I’m wound tight by the time the three of us reach the penthouse. Tobias places his hand on the small of my back when the elevator doors open and guides me through the apartment and straight into the massive, master bedroom. Preston closes the door and I close my eyes, wondering how much more of this teasing I can take. Tobias grips my jaw, pressing his lips to mine. His brutal kiss has my knees weakening while Preston steps behind me and nips at my neck. I slide one hand over Tobias's chest while the other hand glides around the back of Preston's neck to pull him closer. I'm barely aware of the things I'm doing or the sounds I'm making. I just want them—both of them—all of them.

Preston slips the dress straps from my shoulders, one by one. The material falls to my hips. Tobias shoves it the rest of the way down until the material puddles around my feet. Cool air touches my skin, a contrast to the blazing heat each touch from these men creates.

“So beautiful,” Tobias whispers, palming my breast. “So pliable.” He rolls and pinches one of my hard nipples between his fingers, and I drop my head back against Preston's shoulder on a moan.

Preston’s arms come around me as he grabs Tobias's belt and yanks it open. I’m so wound up, pent up, in such desperate need. Preston’s strong body behind me is all that's holding me up right now. All I can think about is the way they're touching me, of how badly I want them when I shouldn’t. But they’ve spent the day building up this primal need until I feel as though I may go mad if they don’t grant me some release. “What do you want, little lamb?” Tobias breathes against my lips, swollen from his kiss.

“You.”

“Just me?”

“Both of you…”

I feel him smirk against my lips before he roughly spins me around to face Preston. “Take your panties off, Ella.” I slide the lace down my thighs and step out of them.

Tobias moves against my back again. Instead of the soft material of his suit brushing against me, it’s his bare, hot skin. My stomach knots and kinks in lust-filled anticipation when his hard cock presses against my lower back.

“Do you like to be fucked, Ella?” Preston’s fingers dance over my waist in a feather-light caress that has my skin burning up. “Do you want to be fucked rough and hard?” His hand drops lower, and then pauses just shy of my pussy while Tobias's lips work over my neck, every so often his teeth grazing my skin.

“Yes…” I breathe, tilting my hips in search of his fingers. His touch just brushes my swollen clit before he moves his hand away and takes a step back. A ragged breath just short of a whimper slips from my lips in frustration.

“Watch him.” Tobias grips my jaw, holding me in place as Preston strips free of his shirt. “Isn’t he beautiful, little lamb?”

Preston removes his slacks, his cock springing free. These men are both everything I shouldn't want, and yet I hunger for them like an addict craving their next dose. Preston closes in on me until I’m pressed between two naked, beautiful men. My pulse thrums out a staccato beat against my eardrums. They take turns fisting my hair, kissing me, touching me everywhere but where I need. When the frustration begins to build to anger, Tobias tells me to get on my knees, and I too easily sink to the floor.

“You look so beautiful down there,” Tobias says, fisting his cock before he brings it to my lips. “Now suck.”

I wrap my fingers around his thick cock and slowly trail my tongue over the head. That pull between my legs keeps building, throbbing, driving me insane. They have managed to reduce me to nothing more than primitive need, driven me to the point I'd beg for sex on my knees if they asked. When I slip his dick between my lips, I find myself moaning and grinding my hips in a pathetic bid to find some pressure. Unable to take it any longer, I swallow him back as far as I can, then I slip a hand between my legs and circle my clit, gasping at the sudden relief.

“Don't touch yourself!” My hand is quickly snatched away by Preston who has now moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tobias. “Don't be greedy, Tobias,” he says, then pushes his dick against my mouth—against Tobias's cock. And that sends my heart into overdrive.

“Both hands, little lamb.” Tobias fists my hair. “One on me. One on him.” Tobias thrusts into my mouth again on a groan, and when he pulls out, I trail my tongue from the tip of his head to Preston's. I pump over Tobias while I take Preston back. I only swallow him back a few times before Tobias yanks me back to him and thrusts between my lips. Tobias groans. Preston groans. Both of them fist my hair, pushing and pulling me from one cock to the other. I’m so wet I can feel myself. So turned on I can’t think straight.

Two men have me on my knees and at their mercy, and yet, I feel an insane amount of power. Enough to make me drunk—just like I felt with Maria.

Tobias's movements grow faster, harder. Something feral taints the air between the three of us. He grabs Preston's hair, fisting it as a deep groan slips past his cruel lips seconds before he pulls his cock from my mouth and turns, shooting come over Preston's throbbing dick. I replace Tobias’s dick with Preston’s, swallowing back the salty taste of Tobias on Preston’s skin. I'm dripping between my legs, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease some of the painful want.

“She’s good,” Tobias says, stepping closer to Preston to kiss over his neck. “Fuck her mouth, Preston.”

And he does. Preston grabs my head and fucks my mouth, hard and fast. He drops his chin on a groan, and the salty taste of his come mixes with Tobias’s. And like the wanton whore I've become, I greedily gulp it down.

“Good girl,” Preston pants as he pulls his cock from my mouth with a pop.

I’m pulled to my feet and shoved down on the bed. Preston climbs across the sheets, taking both my wrists and pinning them above my head so Tobias can tie my arms to the headboard. Anticipation flutters through me but is quickly snuffed out as the two men kiss and lick their way down my body. Preston takes one leg in his hand and Tobias takes the other, spreading me wide. And both of them lean down between my legs. Both—at the same time—trace over me with their hot tongues. It’s heaven, it’s hell because it’s not enough. My back bows away from the bed, my wrists pulling at the restraints on a moan. Another swipe of their tongues and then...nothing.

I open my eyes to find them both moving off the bed. “As much as we'd love to give into you, little lamb,” Tobias says with a smile that would make the devil proud. “That's not how the game is played.”

Preston traces a finger over the silk bindings at my wrist. “And we can't trust you not to take matters into your own hands. Sweet dreams, my sweet Ella.” He kisses me before they both turn toward the door. The light cuts off, plunging me into darkness, and I scream out of frustration. I hate them.

I lie here, tied to the bed, my body wound tight. Memories from the past few days flash through my head: Me signing that damned contract, the smirks, the touches, the tricks and illusions and confusion, and then my mind comes to a grinding halt. Maria. The image of Tobias walking to the back of the house with her replays. Anxiety churns my stomach because he returned alone. What did he do with her…To her? Did he keep his word, or did he kill her? They said they would, and I believe them, that they are capable of that. I recoil at the thought of how desperate I was moments ago for their touch, their release. I can’t help but question what’s becoming of me. The concept of reality seems so muddled now because I believe Tobias and Preston live in a different world than I do. And which is real?

I want the money—no I desperately need that money—but this game, whatever it is, is sinister, twisted, and wrong. How far will they push me? On day two my choices were fuck the woman my boyfriend left me for or kill her. Murder my dignity or murder her. What if next time there is no choice?

If I leave, will they find me? If I stay, does it make me just as horrible as they are?

And then I remember Tobias saying: They never last past day three… Maybe the choice is about to be made for me.