The Game by L.P. Lovell

12

Nightmares plagued my sleep—what little of it I had thanks to my arms being tied above my head. I’ve been awake for the past hour, staring at the soft morning light spilling through the window as thoughts whip through my mind at warp speed. What if when that door swings open, Tobias and Preston have another player, and this time, I'm Maria. What if I'm the one tied to the bed whose life depends on their sick game of fuck or die? And what if the person chooses to die...

My heart rate ticks up at the soft thud of footsteps in the hallway. The lock clicks seconds before the door opens to Tobias in nothing but workout pants.

“Good morning, little lamb.” He goes to the window and throws the curtains the rest of the way open. Bright sunshine fills the room. “How did you sleep?”

“Like shit.”

“Oh, why is that?”

I narrow my gaze, biting back the urge I have to swear at him. “I can't feel my hands.”

With a smile, he moves to the headboard and unties my wrists. I barely have time to feel relieved before Tobias grabs my waist and pins me to the mattress.

“Where do you think you're going?” His fingers dance down the inside of my thigh and just like that, I’m burning up, electrified under his touch. Tobias is intoxicating, and although I know he’s dangerous and monstrous, that primitive part of me that evolution has yet to tame craves this. “I want you.”

He grabs my jaw hard enough to bruise and peppers kisses along my throat while his other hand slides between my legs. The second his fingertips brush over me, need swallows me whole. Every thought that isn’t him leaves my mind in a rush. A single touch from this man has me at his mercy, a slave for him and him alone. I hate that he has this power over me because I hate him.

Moaning, I grab a handful of his hair as though it's the only thing keeping me grounded. I get so caught up in the temptation, the drive for pleasure, that I forget this is merely a game and I am a toy. That when they have me right where they want me, they'll abandon me.

“Patience, little lamb.” Tobias brings his lips centimeters from mine, then smiles. “Do you want me to fuck you, Ella?”

I want him to fuck me, ruin me. “Yes.”

“Then you know what you need to do. Beg.”

I don’t hesitate even though I know, at the very least, I should. “Please...”

A shadow of a smile creeps over his lips. “You can do better than that.”

He's enjoying this, reveling in the power he wields over me, that much is evident. I consider telling him to fuck off. I also consider the money, but more than anything I just need to find release. What are words anyway? “Please. Fuck me, Tobias.”

The ache between my legs throbs like an alarm on repeat. I want to know what it feels like to be utterly possessed by a man like him. In a sick way, I crave his brand of degradation. It’s a fine line, never knowing whether he'll make me feel worthless or vitally important. “Please, Tobias...”

“So pretty when you plead. Now, bend over and spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told. He presses down on the small of my back. Fingers trail my spine, slowly descending until he's brushing between my legs.

“Such a pretty, pink pussy,” he groans. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me. “And so fucking tight.” His fingers plunge in and out, slow but rough. And nothing has ever felt so damn good. That pressure settles low in my gut. Every muscle tightens in anticipation, and then he stops.

“We have a visitor...” Tobias yanks my hair until my back bows, and I’m forced to look at the doorway. Preston leans against the frame, naked and every perfect line of his body on display. The hard outline of Tobias’s bare cock presses against me. So close. He's so close. And then in one sharp, violent thrust, he buries himself inside me. My entire body goes lax from the sensation, and I give in to it, closing my eyes as I back into Tobias, forcing his cock farther into me on a moan.

“Sweet Ella.” Preston climbs onto the bed beside me and reclines back on the mattress, fisting his cock. “Are you happy you get to play with us now?” My gaze drops to his cock, the bead of moisture at the tip begging to be licked.

Tobias buries his cock in me then shoves my head toward Preston’s dick. “Suck it.”

It’s dirty and messed up, but the idea of having two of them thrusting into my body has my pussy clenching around Tobias’s unforgiving dick. I take Preston into my mouth, relishing in the salty drop of precum that greets my tongue. Each of Tobias’s hard thrusts forces Preston's cock further down my throat, and with each moan that bubbles up my throat, Tobias’s finger digs into my hips, and Preston groans. It's almost too much.

And just when I'm about to come, Preston shoves my face away from him and pumps over his cock, coaxing thick streams of come out. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

Tobias grips my throat, pulling me upright until my back hits his chest, his cock still buried inside me. “Put your foot on the bed.”

I do as told and, all the while, Tobias continues to bury himself deeper and harder inside me. From the moment I saw him, I lusted after him, but this is so much more. It’s raw and brutal possession. I don’t care that I’m his little toy, only that he can offer me the release I’ve been denied. Preston slides from the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor. His warm fingertips trail up my thighs.

“You can't come until I do,” Tobias whispers in my ear, my personal torturer.

I glance down as Preston leans in, flicking his tongue over my clit. My entire body reacts, pulling away from the pleasurable sensation.

“Don't fucking move.” Preston glares up at me as he places his mouth back on me.

And here I stand, Preston’s warm tongue against my clit while Tobias slams into me. With each soft roll of that wicked tongue, my knees nearly buckle. With each thrust, that flame builds, threatening to consume me. I feel as though I'm on the brink of something that will utterly ruin me. Tobias slaps my ass on a guttural groan before he stills behind me, burying himself deep.

And Preston keeps going, sending me over the edge and forcing me to drown within the blissful wave washing over every last inch of my skin. It’s devastating, powerful, perfect. My body heats with a fire so hot I fear I'll be nothing but ash when this is over. My knees buckle, and if it weren't for Tobias’s arms wrapped around me, I'd fall to the floor in a string of moans.

Preston swipes his tongue over me once more before pushing to his feet. “My sweet Ella, you taste so good with his come.” He gives me a kiss, the taste of my pussy mixed with Tobias’s come heavy on his lips. “Do you wonder what happened to her, sweet Ella?” he asks as he steps back.

“To Maria, little lamb.” Tobias kisses my jaw.

His words serve as a bucket of ice water on my blissful state. And I should know by now, I really should—they may give, but they always take right after. Anything good is always followed by bad. A manipulation or cruelty of some kind. That is, after all, the way the game is played.

“Don't tell me you've already forgotten her? I can still practically taste her pussy on your lips.” Guilt settles into my gut. They’re right. They probably murdered Maria and here I am thinking about their dicks.

“You let her go,” I say, as though I could convince myself that all is well and I’m not truly awful. “You said you would let her go...”

Tobias and Preston both toss their heads back, laughing. “Wrong.” Tobias’s gaze pins me in place. “How does it feel to know you've had a murderer inside you?”

My heart shudders, then goes into a full-on sprint.

“Does it scare you, Ella?” Preston whispers.

“Or does it excite you?” Tobias asks, trailing a single fingertip down the center of my bare chest. I hate the way my nipples pebble from his touch. I want to yank away from him, but I’m paralyzed, rooted to the spot. “Never take a man at his word, little lamb.”

And with that, almost like a dance that has been rehearsed time and time again, they turn and walk out, leaving me alone with my shame and guilt, and an unsettling horror slipping through my veins.