Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Eight

“Jack?” she asked, probably wondering why I hadn’t taken the blindfold off yet. “Do not fuck with me,” she warned in the cutest way ever. So threatening for someone so small. I smiled and clicked the wand on to the lowest setting before connecting it to her nipple.

She yelped, and her back arched off the bed. I watched her skin, still damp from the pool but also with sweat, pebble as her nipples stiffened even more. She was a whimpering, moaning mess, and it was so hot. Her squirming, quick breaths, and mewling noises were almost enough to make me finish without a single touch.

I moved the wand to her other nipple, and her hips bucked even harder, trying to find anything to grind on. I laughed and repositioned myself so that my knee was between her legs, just close enough that she could barely get her clit to make contact with my thigh. It would be just enough to be torture.

“Please, Jack,” she moaned. God, I loved hearing my name on her lips. I never wanted it to stop. “If you want me to beg you for it, consider this begging!”

I smiled and placed my free hand between her thighs, inserting one and then two fingers. She was so wet that she was dripping onto the bed, and I was a little regretful that it was on the bed and not in my mouth.

I moved slowly in and out of her while I moved the wand down her stomach and around her hips. I settled it lightly on her clit, and she groaned deep in her throat.

“Did you just growl at me, princess?” I tsk’d and pressed the buttons a couple of times to turn it on high. I pushed it harder against her, and she really let out a scream then. I groaned, drinking in her sounds. I moved my fingers in and out at a steady, slow rhythm, hooking them inside her and massaging while I assaulted her clit with the vibrator.

I could hear how wet she was even over the sound of the wand and her moans. Her entire body was vibrating with pleasure, and I gazed down at her as her inner walls clenched around my fingers. She threw her head back into the mattress and screamed my name.

But I didn’t slow down. I wanted to see her break. I wanted to see her body fall apart at my hands. I continued to press the vibrator to her swollen nub while fucking her with my fingers hard and fast.

“Jack, stop. Please. Please, oh my God, stop.” She could barely breathe through the fire I knew was shooting through her body. She knew the safe word. And she wasn’t saying it.

“Good girl, Quinlan,” I said as I added another finger, filling her just a bit more. She cried out against the extra girth and bucked her hips, trying to get away from all the sensation. It was a lot when your body couldn’t focus on anything else. When all your brain had to listen to was touch, it tended to get a little overpowering. “Yes, baby girl. Come again for me. Come on, baby.”

“Jack!” she screamed as she came again, squirting and clenching around me so tightly I couldn’t do anything but ride it out with her. I turned off the wand, not wanting it to become too painful, and slowly pulled my fingers from her now very tired cunt. My ego fucking soared at the sight of her soaking my bed.

I did that.

“Told you you’d see God,” I said out loud to myself.

I leaned over her red and swollen pussy, and she jumped when she felt my cool breath on her sex. I pressed the flat of my tongue across her engorged clit and then sucked it gently into my mouth.

I lazily licked inside her, down to her ass, and nibbled on her outer lips. I sucked her into my mouth one more time, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin before positioning myself over her.

My dick was dripping, and I was so hot and ready for her, but it wasn’t my turn yet. She needed a break. She needed food and a drink. She needed care. And I wasn’t going to be selfish and use her past the point of pleasure.

I let my body rest on hers and slipped the headset off slowly, letting her get accustomed to having her hearing back. I nuzzled my face into her neck and nipped at her ear.

“Hi, baby girl,” I whispered. She breathed in and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small kiss before gently tugging the blindfold off her eyes. She blinked a few times and then met my gaze.

“Hi,” she said, smiling over at me. I reached up above us and released her arms. Doing the same with her ankles, I started to remove the sheets from the bottom of the bed.

“Roll over for a sec,” I said once I got all the corners up. She rolled over onto the soft mattress protector, and I pulled the sheets completely off. She rolled back onto the bed.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I asked as I threw the blankets on the floor—I would deal with those later—and pulled a fresh blanket out from a drawer.

“The mess I made on your sheets. That’s embarrassing,” she groaned and rolled over onto her stomach to hide her face.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for or embarrassed about,” I said, crouching down at the side of the bed to look at her. “I should be thanking you for the compliment. There’s nothing hotter than knowing I made you so satisfied you left a puddle on my sheets.” She groaned again, turning bright red, and closed her eyes. “Hey,” I said, tapping her cheek. “I’m serious. I’ve never been his hard in my entire fucking life, Quinlan.”

She opened her eyes and rolled them before moving to sit up.

“Nope,” I said, stopping her. “Stay here a second. I’m going to go get something to clean you up, and then you get whatever you want to eat.”

I laid the blanket on the side of the bed and made my way to my master suite to wet a washcloth with warm water. I needed to clean her up and cover her fucking body with that blanket so I could get rid of my raging hard-on. I slipped on some sweats and tucked myself into the waistband until it decided to calm down.

Walking back over to the bed, I spread her legs and wiped her clean before throwing the cloth onto the pile of dirty sheets.

“Thank you,” she said sleepily as I covered her with the blanket.

“What are you hungry for? I don’t really have any food in the house, but I will order you whatever you want. We’re going to need some calories to make it through the rest of the night.” She gave me a look, and I shrugged. “What? If you think I’m not keeping you here until the sun comes up, you’ve lost your mind. Now, what do you want?”

“Pizza,” she laughed. “Just pepperoni, please.”

I went off in search of wherever I had left my phone and let her rest. When I finally found it, I ignored all of the notifications and ordered the pizza. When I was done, I took a few minutes to read through everything I had missed. There were a few emails from the managers of my nightclubs just checking in or sending reports.

I checked in on all of my social media outlets. A lot of people were asking for a repeat performance of tonight. I laughed to myself. Same,I thought. A few texts from my friends reminding me of our plans to meet at one of my clubs downtown. I had been too swept up in Quinlan to remember those plans.

I was about to shoot off an excuse to them about why I couldn’t make it when I had an idea. We weren’t supposed to meet for another couple of hours. And taking her out for a few hours could be fun. Thoughts of her in a tight-as-sin outfit, on my arm, flaunting her in front of everyone…fuck, my boner was never going to go down.

I made my way back into my bedroom to find her fast asleep. I crawled under the blanket behind her and pulled her into my body. She rolled over and rested her head on my arm and threw one of her legs over my hips. She could barely open her eyes.

“Pizza?”

“On its way. Sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s here, don’t worry,” I answered.

“You want to know something?” she asked, burying her face into my chest. “You’re going to think I’m lying to make you feel like some sort of god or something,” she laughed. “But I swear I’m not. A guy has never been able to make me finish.”

“I…what?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah,” she yawned. “I just always faked it to get them to stop trying. And here you are, giving me three out-of-body experiences in the span of a few hours.” I breathed her in, trying to find the right words to say. But I didn’t have to. She had fallen back asleep.

No one had ever in her entire life made her finish. What kind of fuckwads were out there? I would never understand men and their inability to care about anything other than getting their dicks wet and then leaving. Not bothering to check on their partner and see if they had enjoyed it as well.

Shit, I could understand finishing first. It happened to the best of us. But you still made sure she got hers before fucking off home.

I sighed.

“Give me strength,” I said quietly to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm for thirty minutes to make sure I would be awake when the pizza arrived. I shoved the phone under my pillow and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the comforting sound of Q’s quiet breaths.