Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Four

Her hips swung back and forth as she made her way over to me. She made the wise decision to listen this time around. She wasn’t in the right headspace yet to accept the type of punishment I would dole out.

“Sit.”

She settled herself in between my legs as I leaned forward and took her chin in my hand to force her eyes up to mine. A bit of defiance shown in them, and I couldn’t wait to fuck that right out of her.

I pressed two of my fingers on her lips, and she opened her mouth just enough for them to slip in. Her tongue slipped between my digits, and she closed her lips, sucking them farther into her hot, wet mouth. I groaned and pushed them even farther, testing her patience and gag reflex.

Not that it mattered. I would be fucking her tight little throat tonight whether she could handle it or not. I hoped she couldn’t. I wanted to see her lipstick smeared across her face and my dick, her tears and mascara rolling over her cheeks. Oh, God, the sounds she would make as I forced her to take me to the hilt.

The tips of my fingers reached the back of her mouth, and I pushed into her throat, testing the waters. She coughed and gagged, her eyes never leaving mine.

Perfect.

I rolled my fingers around in her mouth a few more times until I had them so wet some spit was rolling over her lips and down onto her chin.

“Good dog,” I cooed. Her eyes lit up with a bit of anger, but she held my gaze and didn’t move. “Tell me, Quinlan. Are you wet for me?” Her breathing picked up. “Is this doing it for you, pet?”

I leaned forward and tapped my fingers on her right thigh, telling her to open up. She shuffled and spread her legs a bit wider for me. My hand squeezed her thighs before my fingertips slowly and lightly trailed over her slit. I didn’t even have to push any farther to feel the wetness gathering there. She was soaked.

“You’re dripping, little pet.” I looked up from my fingers and met her closed eyes and parted mouth. I grinned. “Eyes open,” I said as I pushed the tip of my finger through her folds and against her swollen clit.

She gasped, and her eyes flew open as she gripped onto my knees to keep herself from falling. I made small circles around that little bundle of nerves but not quite touching it. Three circles, and then I slowly slipped my finger inside of her. I watched her face as her body became hot and flushed.

I sank to my knees in front of her, keeping up the same pattern. Three circles and then one finger inside of her. No more. Just one. Just enough to feel me.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, understood?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. She wasn’t going to be able to hold herself up much longer, so I slipped an arm around her as I kept up my slow, methodical assault on her clit. Her body felt amazing pressed up against my own. She kept her eyes on me even though they threatened to roll to the back of her head a few times.

“Do you want to come?” She whimpered and nodded her head. “Then beg me for it.”

“Please,” she mewled. “Please let me come. I’m begging you. I need it. Please.”

I pressed her tighter against my body, grinding my dick against her belly. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to make it myself. I did not want to come in my jeans like an overly excited teenager. We were going to need to do something about it before I exploded.

“Of course you can, my sweet little slut. Come for me,” I said. A pitiful whimper came out of her mouth that went straight to my cock or my ego, I didn’t know which. Probably both. “Come.” I pushed my finger inside of her, letting the heel of my hand push against her clit at the same time.

She broke.

She came apart on my hand, falling into my chest and gripping my T-shirt so hard I thought she’d rip it. She let out a moan that was more of a scream into my chest as her pussy clenched around my finger.

Once she had come down, her breaths becoming more even, I pulled my finger from her cunt and brought it to her mouth.

“You made a mess. Better lick it clean.”

She pushed away from my chest and met my stare. “You caused the mess. You clean it up,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I laughed, and before she could react, reached out and slapped her across the face with the hand she had just been riding. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make it sting. I gripped her face as it flew to the side and pulled her attention back to me.

Holy shit, she was pissed. If looks could light fires, I would have been incinerated on the spot. Fuck, she was hot like that. Still a bit sweaty from her orgasm, a faint pink handprint on her cheek, and fire in her eyes.

“Only good girls get orgasms, Q. Naughty sluts get punishment. Do you want orgasms, or do you want me to tie you to my bed and whip you until you can’t breathe?”

She stared me down, clearly wanting to say more but knowing her mouth would get her in more trouble than she was willing to accept.

Her mouth opened, and I let go of her face to hold my finger in front of her face. I had been using my middle finger, so it brought me great joy to see her get even more angry when she realized I was flipping her off.

She did a pretty good job licking her cum off my finger and even took the time to make sure the others were clean. When she was satisfied with her work, she sat back on her heels and looked up at me, waiting for my next command. I stood up to make my way to the game room.

“Come on, pet.”

She moved to stand up and follow me, but that wasn’t what I meant.

“Ah, ah,” I tsked.

She looked up at me. “What now?”

I adjusted my still-hard cock and crouched down in front of her.

“That mouth of yours is very pretty. But if you keep talking to me with all that sass, I will fuck your mouth until you’re too sore to talk, okay?”

She smiled and leaned toward me, going on all fours and pushing her hips up to give me a good view of her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she said sweetly and a bit sarcastically. She pressed closer until she was able to press the side of her face against mine. Her skin was so fucking soft. She took my ear between her teeth. “You smell so good,” she said as she kissed where my mask met my jaw. “I bet you taste just as good,” she purred. Her tongue darted out and licked up the side of my neck.

She moved so that she could look at me. Once her brown eyes met mine, I reached up to stroke down her face and over the cheek I had slapped just moments ago. She smiled and leaned into my hand. Poor lamb. My hand closed around her throat, and I watched the smirk drop from her face.

“Did I say you could touch me, dog?” That determined scowl settled back into place, and I gave the sides of her neck a little extra squeeze to make my point before standing back up.

“You will be crawling when you follow me around this house until you’ve proven yourself worthy of being allowed to walk. Understood?”

She stared straight ahead. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” I patted the top of her head. “Come on, then.”