Play the Game

Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

SIMON

“ L et’s run through the plan one more time…” Poor Asher is so stressed from what’s about to go down, but I’ve given him every chance to back out and he wants to have a role in this game that we’re about to play.

A game that involves my marriage.

My friendships.

All the people I care about so deeply are being brought together in the best way I could imagine. The two people with me, including Nyx, who’s in our spare bathroom changing as we speak, are the most kind-hearted people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, and we get to bring them into what we have as a husband and wife. Even if it is only for tonight, and we’re right back to best of buds after.

I don’t think that will be the case, but you never know…Is it bad that I’m already planning a future for the five of us, and I have no clue where any of their heads are?

Including my wife…

Yeah, that’s bad.

The words are on the tip of my tongue to finally answer Asher going over the plan for what feels like the fifteenth time just today. But the words don’t form from a super jacked Rhodes pulls his raggy old t-shirt over his head with one hand.

Dear fucking God, his body will never not impress me. He’s two inches shorter than my six-foot-five frame, but he’s the definition of a big boy . Not to mention the tattoos that cover his broad chest and shoulder—the beefiest shoulder I’ve ever seen. He’s the kind of big man who never steps in the gym, but has a body that could throw a grown man over his shoulder and get where he needs to go. The kind of muscles that are from his blue-collar job lifting and doing shit that would blow your mind.

My kryptonite look on a man.

Finally, I remember to answer Asher’s question. “I rigged the code for our apartment for the electricity to go out for at least an hour. We’ll get dressed in our gear, bust in the door, and ambush her from every side, including Nyx. She’s in the bathroom changing. She wants to be scared. She wants the fear. It gets her soaked.” The smirk on my lips is sinister, and I turn to Rhodes to see his lips match mine.

Noted.

Big man likes to cause fear.

Asher looks more scared than I think Sloane will after what I explained to him, so I add, “She wants this, Asher. I promise. Actually…I don’t have to promise. You heard her on the video.”

Asher blushes.

Full-on blushes, which might be my new favorite thing he can do. He’s the same height as Rhodes, but their bodies couldn’t be more different. Asher’s a lot slimmer, but his muscles are defined , and his abs make me want to drag my tongue up them, to explore up close. I know his are built in the gym like mine are, because he’s my gym buddy. Those arms he’s built are littered with colorful, random tattoos—but my favorite thing on this body of his is the barbell through one of his nipples.

And now my cock is hard…great.

Ignoring the growing member in my pants, I slide my thin spandex material mask on my head, and get my headgear in place. In my mind, I know Sloane will know who we are just from our specific gear, but this has always been one of her fantasies, and I can’t wait to watch it come to life.

Rhodes gets his mask into place, and once I can see his eyes through the only holes on his blanket-type mask, I know he’s more than ready to have his way with my wife.

Honestly, maybe me, too…he looks starving.

Rhodes places his black helmet on to finish out his gear. Asher slides his balaclava skull-style mask over his beautiful face. The fact that I can still see his sickly, harsh jawline makes me want to bite my fist and then scream into the void.

Running my eyes over both of them, ensuring we’re ready, I then ask both of them, “You all ready to make our fantasies come to life?”

Rhodes automatically answers me, “Hell yes!”

But when I look back at Asher, I see that he’s between Rhodes and I. He mumbles, “Are you sure about this, Simon? I don’t want our friendship going to shit after this.”

I pull my phone out and send the group chat a text that Nyx will hopefully see.

Play the Game GC

Me

Give us three minutes, and we’ll be busting the door in

Nyx

10/4 bossman

“Just follow our lead, Asher. Call red if you want anything to stop and yellow if you need to slow down, we will all listen.” Now Rhodes is comforting Asher, and I think my heart is expanding by the second.

I decide to tease Asher. “Pull the okay, Mommy energy out that you had at the con. You’ll be fine!”

And with that, we’re locking up Asher’s apartment for the night and heading across the pathway to my door.

With both of them at my back, knowing we have a huge door stopper on the wall, I crack the door and kick it with all my might. It slams open, and my eyes land on my beautiful wife at the end of the entry hallway. I lean my head down but keep my eyes locked with hers, hoping Rhodes and Asher are following my lead.

My scared shitless wife, might I add.

I grin, but she can’t see it because my mask obscures her view. Seeing the fear line her features, shift over to recognition, then morph right back to being scared again sends my cock jumping behind my zipper.

I pull my knife out of my belt holster and start stalking towards her. I hear Asher gasp when he spots the knife in my hand. Then, out of nowhere, Nyx is busting out of the hall bathroom behind Sloane. She’s charging Sloane and immediately pulling her arms behind her back, slapping cuffs onto her wrists.

Rhodes’s deep timber starts. “The fuck toy has a nice rack.”

She does indeed, but they’ve already seen her glorious body on display. I can’t wait to watch them explore her inch by inch.

The guys stop a couple of feet from Sloane and Nyx, but I start to circle them. Nyx takes the cue, whispers something into Sloane’s ear that has her whimpering, and then heads over to stand with the guys.

I circle her twice, looking Sloane, my wife, up and down. When I’m back to her front, I press the tip of my knife into the zipper of her black jeans.

My favorite pair of hers that makes her ass look otherworldly.

I slowly drag the flat side of the blade up her stomach, meeting the bottom seam of her black, V-neck crop top that’s just above her belly button. I hold my knife there for a second, flip it around to where the sharp side is lined up toward me, then pull.

Her tight little shirt busts open, exposing her emerald green, lace bra.

My favorite bra she owns.

She has every one of my favorites on tonight, and I’m sending a thank-you note to the devil for that.

She gasps and nervously whispers, “Please don’t.”

Out of my peripheral, I see Asher take a step towards us like he needs to step in…like I can’t be stopped. I throw my hand up, signaling him to halt, and he does just that. I pull the skeleton fingered black gloves off of my left hand, and hold it up in front of Sloane's face.

Crossing her body, she places her left hand in mine, lining up our matching black wedding bands with one another. Letting her know it’s me, like she didn’t already know. She gives a slight smile to Asher and a quick head nod, reassuring him. He falls back beside Rhodes again.

Slipping my glove back on, I start to degrade her. This will have her dripping for us, as if she’s not already. “Is this what my whore of a wife wanted? To be used and abused by our best friends?” But what shocks me the most is the quietest whimper creeping up Asher’s throat at my words.

She whimpers at that. “Yessss please, Daddy.” I place the tip of my knife right under the soft part below her chin.

Testing the waters with Asher, I look over my shoulder at him. “Mmm, do we have another whore on our hands?” I can tell he’s unsure, so I dip my head again, letting him know I’m serious. “Good boys answer the first time they’re asked a question.”

He immediately answers, “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck.