Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Five

I had her sit next to the couch while I went in search of things to make a little dog bed for her. I grabbed a few pillows and a blanket off my bed and laid everything on the ground next to my computer desk. While I was in there, I grabbed a collar and leash from my stash of toys and brought them into the game room as well.

I sat down and called her over to me. The sight of her crawling on her hands and knees to me would never be something I would get used to. Her hips were so fucking perfect it made it hard for me to breathe. Her skin was flawless, with the cutest stretch marks dotting her hips and ass. I wanted to lick each and every one of them.

I fiddled with the buckle on the collar and got it to fit around her neck, making sure I could still stick two fingers between it and her before attaching the leash. The moment it was clasped around her neck, her muscles relaxed.

Sometimes that happened. Some people needed a little something extra to make them relax, make them feel a little less naked and bared to the world. It was the same concept as people who enjoyed Shibari because it relaxed them, the pressure on their muscles holding them securely. I wondered if she would enjoy being tied up in pretty little knots as well.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at me, her eyes softer than they had been. I took a moment to look her over. I was still solid as a rock, but I wasn’t going to let her touch me just yet. I wanted her to want it so badly she could barely stand it.

“I have to stream for a bit. Make yourself comfortable.” I motioned to the makeshift dog bed I had made for her next to me. She smiled, and it didn’t hold the same challenge as it had before. This one was soft and sweet.

When she had made herself comfortable, I tied the leash to my chair and set up for streaming. My thoughts were completely consumed by her. I had been with plenty of other women. Not enough to make it gross, but I had seen my fair share. And I had enjoyed controlling them, owning them for the night.

But none of them had taken me like she had. I could remember exactly what she had felt like as she came on my fingers, squeezing me. I couldn’t stop thinking how amazing she was going to feel when I finally slid into her. I looked down at her out of the corner of my eye and watched her eyes flutter closed as she rested her head against my thigh.

Something pulled at my chest at the sight, and I pushed that way the fuck down before turning my attention back to getting everything set up. Playing with the lights, I got everything set up the way I wanted. Trying not to move her too much, I leaned over and grabbed the hoodie that I normally wore off my desk.

I shrugged it on, pulled the hood up, and made sure my mask was still covering the lower half of my face. I placed a hand on the top of Q’s head as I logged in. The camera I had would only show from my chest up, so if she behaved, we wouldn’t have any issues.

I slipped my headphones on and waited for the stream to load. I wasn’t going to stream any game play; she would be too distracting for that. Instead, I would just do a little live catch-up with people and then call it a night. Quinlan had me eager to get this shit over with as quickly as possible so that I could go back to making her the center of my attention.

“Hey, guys,” I said as people started flooding into the stream chat. That made Quinlan jump. She must have dozed off for a few minutes. I ran my fingers through her hair and saw her look up at me out of my peripherals. I ran my hand down her face, and she leaned into my palm, soaking up all the affection she could get. She acted starved for it, and I wondered when the last time was that anyone had treated her the way she deserved.

She shuffled around at my feet, getting more comfortable while I spoke to everyone that was joining. Once they realized I wasn’t on to game, the requests started pouring in for all the freaky shit they wanted me to say. There were a few normal messages dotted in here and there, but most people were just sending me a shit ton of tokens to start putting my voice to good use.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I felt Quinlan’s hands run over my thighs and across my crotch. It might have been dark in the room, but people watching would still be able to see if I looked down at her. And I definitely couldn’t say anything out loud to make her stop.

So her hands continued until I thought my dick was going to rip through my jeans it was so hard.

“Alright,” I said with a shaky voice to the stream. Q’s fingers popped open the button on my jeans and then slowly unzipped me. “How about we do something a little bit different this time.” I was struggling to get full sentences out. She was going to have to slow down or this would be over far sooner than I wanted it to be.

“How about I talk us through an NSFW scenario instead of just spouting off random phrases that you guys throw my way, yeah?” I scanned the comments flooding in, and everyone seemed down. But that didn’t really matter. Because the moment I felt her hand wrap around me, I was fucking gone.

I laid my head back and took a deep breath.

You can do this.

“You’re under my desk while I’m streaming when you decide you want to give me some assistance. Your hands run up my thighs and across my crotch before freeing me and wrapping your soft hand around me.”

I took a few deep breaths as she stroked me from base to tip. Her thumb ran along my slit, and I chanced a glance down only to see her lick the pad of her thumb where my precum had collected.

“Please?” she mouthed.

“Yes, baby,” I murmured, turning my attention back to the stream. Or, at least, I tried. At that point, she had slipped her soft lips around me, and my mind could only focus on that.

“God, I love the way your mouth feels.”

She had wrapped her mouth around me as far as she could go without gagging. No matter how badly I wanted to reach down and push her farther, I couldn’t risk her making too much noise. I threaded my fingers through her hair and relished the feel of the silky strands.

I groaned as she sucked and licked me over and over.

“Do you like pleasing your master, baby girl? Do you like the feel of my hard cock slamming into the back of your throat while you gasp for air?” I asked as I pushed her just a bit farther down. I felt her throat constrict as she tried not to make any noise. “What a good little slut you are. Make me come, and I will reward you later.”

Her sucking and stroking became more fevered.

“Fuck, you are a whore, aren’t you? Only whores are this good at cock sucking. The only thing you are good for, isn’t it, pet?”

I felt my balls tighten and a familiar warmth begin to spread at the base of my spine and through my stomach. I gripped the front of her hair and pulled her off me before I could finish. I looked down at her as best I could. She held her mouth open, her chest panting, tongue still out, ready for me to let her finish me off. She couldn’t even take her eyes off my dick.

What a fucking sight.

With my other hand, I gripped the base of my cock and smacked it against her tongue before letting go and watching her take me back in her mouth. I leaned my head back again, letting that warmth start to spread again.

“Keep doing that, baby. I’m going to finish in your mouth, and you are going to swallow every last drop. I want you to use that smart fucking mouth to milk me for all I’m worth.”

I knew that what we were doing was so, so wrong. The people watching this stream didn’t consent to this. They had no idea what they were actually watching. To them I was just acting out a scene. They had no clue that Q was beneath me, taking me in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

Fuck.

She was doing this thing with her tongue that was sending me over the fucking edge. My hips started to move in time with her mouth as she bobbed up and down, taking as much of me as she could. That fire was spreading through my entire body. My hands gripped on the sides of my chair so tightly I could feel them turning white.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Please,” I found myself begging.

What the fuck.

I had never begged anyone for anything in my entire life. I didn’t do the begging. They did. But with the way she was making me feel, and that tongue…my God.

“Please,” I repeated, and I swear to God I could feel her smile against me.

Brat.

My balls tightened, my breathing hitched, and I groaned long and hard as my hips stuttered and pushed into her mouth, my hand keeping her head still and her mouth wrapped around me. I felt her swallow a few times, still sucking as my dick twitched in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I said, a bit breathless. I didn’t take a minute to look at any comments, any tokens I might have received, or to even say goodbye. They’d be fine. I had given them more than enough for tonight. I turned off the camera and the mic, signing off.

I pulled her up off the floor, lifting her onto my lap. She straddled me, and I groaned again as her slick heat pressed against me. I pulled off my mask, and before she could even register what I had done, I pulled her mouth to mine. She melted into me, and I let my hands slide down her body until they settled on her hips.

I could still taste myself on her, but I didn’t care. It just made me want to swallow her whole. We were a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and then let go to look at her face. Her lipstick was smeared, and her eyeliner was smudged. My dick twitched against her, wanting round two.

She took in my whole face and smiled, pushing my hoodie back off my head. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let someone new look at me fully, knowing exactly who I was. But it was fucking freeing as hell, and I loved how she looked at me, drinking in every feature like she was committing it to memory. She kissed me softly.

“Hi, Jack.”