21. Wicked Game
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
wicked game
IMOGEN
“Fuck— One!”
He slips his hand between my thighs again, fingers sliding into my pussy while the sting of his palm against my ass is still fresh in my mind.
“Good girl,” he groans. “You’re already nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”
I feel myself quiver around him for a moment, turning my head to see him grinning triumphantly in the mirror.
“Harder sir,” I grunt, rolling my hips as the heat from his first strike starts to dissipate, radiating down my legs. “Please.”
Roman’s taking his time, carefully gauging how much I can handle while doing his best to keep up his new dom persona.
But I need more.
“Be a doll and keep counting for me,” he growls.
He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before going back for the second strike. I hear a sound like a gunshot before I feel it.
“Two, sir!”
I moan, wiggling in his lap as he soothes the welt on my ass with his hand.
“Can you take one more?”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabs my hair with his free hand, knotting it in his fist as his other one comes down even harder than before. A ragged grunt breaks free of me as my body jolts from the impact.
“Three!”
I get the word out as clear as I can before my voice starts to shake.
“Atta girl.”
I can feel him getting harder beneath me, my spike of adrenaline already fading slightly, but then I hear the telltale jingle of his buckle. He shows off his grip in the mirror, making sure I can see it as he clutches the belt in his fist.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
I give him a small, approving nod, and only a moment later I feel another razor-like sting on my backside. I forgot how good this kind of pain feels. It’s a beautiful sensation that always makes my head spin.
“Keep counting.”
I remember the first time somebody spanked me: I cried, not because of the pain exactly, although the sensation was a little overwhelming, but because it made me feel so fucking free.
“That was one, sir.”
He hits me a second time, almost the moment the words leave my lips, maintaining the same amount of force. My hands curl into tight fists and tears well in my eyes and I feel like I might combust.
“Two!”
Another hit and my eyes roll back, my clit aching to be touched as I whine through the pain. The last strike stings the most, ripping through me like a bullet.
“Three!”
The leather produces an entirely different sensation than his palm, but no less exquisite.
“You did so good,” he whispers. “What a good girl.”
Roman sets the belt aside, gently soothing the welts he’s made. He slides his fingers into my pussy once more, thrusting them slowly to satiate the ravenous hunger that’s growing inside me. Soon, the slick sounds of him fucking me become the only thing I can focus on, and I give in, writhing like an animal.
“That’s my girl. You needed this as much as I did, huh?” He crooks his fingers. “Look at how wet that made you.”
“Fuck me,” my words practically come out as a sob. “Please, Roman.”
He gives my ass one more sharp smack, his raspy growl making me quiver as he slips his fingers out of me.
“Stand up.”
I scramble to my feet, pushing my hair out of my face as what feels like a brand new man gazes up at me.
“You are a work of art, Imogen.”
God, I think he means it. I can tell by the look in his eye.
“Thank you, sir.”
He pats his leg like it's an invitation.
“Now, straddle my thigh.”
Slowly, I ease myself down, the rough denim creating the perfect amount of friction against my clit. Roman grasps my chin, studying me like a painting. The sheer intensity of the eye contact compels me to straighten my spine. I want to be good for him?—
But no, not just good.
Perfect.
He takes his time with me, both hands guiding my hips as I grind my swollen clit against his thigh. I put my hands on his shoulders, practically breathing his name as he places soft kisses up and down my neck.
“God, I love the sound of that,” he grunts. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“My good girl .”
My head falls back and I cry out into the ceiling. I could listen to him call me that every night. It’s almost better than sex.
Not quite, but almost.
Roman dips his head, biting down gently on my nipple.
“Next time we do this, I’m going to make you beg for my pussy,” I moan.
He lets out a mocking laugh that nearly sends me over the edge. I want to come. I need to come.
“Oh, darlin’. I’d let you ruin me.”
“I don’t need you to let me do anything, cowboy.”
He rocks me faster, and my toes slip against the hardwood as I try to keep up, biting down on his shoulder and struggling to maintain control. His jeans are so fucking wet I’m practically gliding across them, and I can’t stop myself from letting out a loud keen as the orgasm catches me by surprise.
We share a kiss that’s messy and carnal. It’s everything we want to say but can’t.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“Not quite yet.”
He taps my hip, helping me stand up before stripping off his jeans and laying on his back.
“Hands on the headboard. And sit on my face.”
I’m ready to go again just looking at him, crawling across the bed like a starving animal. Roman purrs as I toy with the waistband of his briefs, all too eager to get that cock inside of me. I straddle his hips, pausing for a moment to drag my nails down his chest.
“How much research did you do?” I ask with a smirk.
“I may have dedicated a couple of days to it.” He bites his lip. “Now do as you were told, I’ll give you what you need.”
He slides down the bed a little, making it easier for me to hover over his mouth. I grip the headboard tight, lowering myself down until I can feel his stubble.
“Oh, fuck!”
And then his tongue sliding all the way inside me.
I move slowly, savoring the way he glides over every inch of my pussy. My head spins, and I can feel sweat begin to drip as I’m forced to focus on keeping myself from coming.
Roman’s lips wrap around my clit, rough hands squeezing my ass and moving my body like he owns it, yet each touch is surprisingly tender. The remaining uncertainty that’s still clinging to him is endearing, but it’s holding him back. I want to teach this man to really let go.
“Roman!” I gasp. “Roman, I’m?—”
But my pleasure is cut short when he lifts me up and flips me onto my back. I let out a sharp gasp as he snatches my wrists, pinning them above my head. That cocky smirk on his face makes me want to scream bloody murder as my body tries to recover from being denied.
“You’d better hope I don’t get my hands on that belt of yours.”
He smirks.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, darlin’.”
“I was so close!”
“I know.” He dips his head, giving me a mocking kiss. “But I want to look in your eyes when I make you scream.”
He climbs off of the bed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slowly slipping them off as that wicked look in his eyes refuses to fade.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” I laugh.
“It’s no fun if you’re not squirming for me,” he rumbles as he wraps his hand around his cock. “You got condoms?”
“They’re in my bag, don’t worry I’ll handle things while you’re gone.”
I reach between my thighs but Roman grips my chin tightly, my heart thumping wildly as my fingers hover frozen, inches from relief.
“Don’t,” he growls. “You keep acting up and you’re not gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow, sweet thing.”
I’m giddy at the thought; I’ve been dying to test his limits.
“Stop teasing and do it.”
“God, you’re a fucking brat.”
“Takes one to know one,” I purr.
Roman’s hand moves down to rest at the base of my throat, fingers squeezing my neck just enough to make me shiver.
“Move that hand.”
“How about you choke me while you fuck me, and I’ll do anything you want.” I lick my lips. “It’s important to be able to negotiate, sir .”
He releases my throat, grinning like I’ve just given him the best idea in the world.
“Your bag’s out in the living room, right? I’ll be right back, so don’t move a muscle.”
Roman steps out, shutting the door behind him as he goes, and I take the opportunity to look around his bedroom for the first time. It’s certainly lacking in decor, save for one plant hanging near the window.
There’s a small pile of textbooks on the nightstand, with his reading glasses resting on top of them. A book on dom/sub relationships I’ve never read before sits at the top of the stack, and Roman has made extensive notes in the margins. He’s even highlighted some passages on the importance of consent, and being a good play partner.
“What a good boy you are, Dr. Burke,” I chuckle, flipping the pages.
Suddenly, the door creaks and my heart rate skyrockets once more.
“Did you behave while I was gone?” Roman asks as he stands in the doorway.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, setting the book aside. “Just doing some reading.”
He smirks, tearing at the condom wrapper before it slips from his fingers.
“Shit. That was smooth.”
I roll onto my side, propping myself up on one arm as he bends down to scoop it up.
“You’re doing great, cowboy.”
“Thanks,” he chuckles. “It’s, uh… it’s been fun.”
“Feels good to be in control sometimes, huh?”
“Yeah.” He rolls the condom down his cock. “Are you ready for round two?”
“Absolutely. We’re nowhere near my limits yet.”
Roman looks like he wants to devour me, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to pump the breaks on that.
“Legs against your stomach.” His voice is gentle but commanding as he climbs on top of me. “And grab me that pillow beside you.”
He slides it beneath my lower back, one hand on my thigh while he lines himself up.
“Are you ready?” He asks.
“I’m all yours.”
He pushes inside of me with one slow thrust, and I shiver, letting out a whimper.
“Louder,” he rasps. “I wanna hear it all.”
I hiss, moaning his name while he stretches me.
“That’s a good girl.”
With both hands on my thighs he dives in deeper and deeper, until I can feel the pressure on my G-spot. From there, every stroke makes my eyelids flutter.
“Put your hand on my throat again,” I groan.
Roman doesn’t hesitate, squeezing my neck until my head starts to feel fuzzy.
“God, you’re beautiful. I could do this every day.”
He pulls most of the way out before thrusting all the way back in with one rough snap of his hips. Suddenly I can’t help the sounds I’m making.
Pathetic.
Desperate.
All for him.
“I wish you could see how you look right now.”
My muscles are weak, and my whole body tingles as it screams for release, only needing one more thing to push me right over the edge.
I want to see just how filthy this man can get.
“Spit in my mouth,” I moan.
Roman’s eyes light up as I part my lips.
“You’re a goddamn animal,” he snarls, pounding into me with a force that has me gripping the bed sheets for dear life.
A wad of spit lands on my tongue and Roman squeezes my throat harder, making me flush even more.
“Be a good girl and swallow.”
I follow his instructions and he rewards me with a ferocious kiss, pinning my arms above my head and sinking all the way into me.
“Eyes on me, darlin’.”
Roman doesn’t take his eyes off of me as I fall apart, pounding with a relentless force that keeps my climax rippling through me until he finally stills, letting out a deep groan.
“Christ.”
He collapses the moment he pulls out, both of us panting as we stare at the ceiling. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me, like they were meant to be there all along.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he mumbles, burying his face in my hair. “I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, me too.”
We stay like that for a while, breathing softly until he pulls the blankets over the two of us and drifts off to sleep. Alone in the afterglow, I can’t help but feel like we’ve crossed into something bigger, something more than I thought we could ever have when this all began.
There’s no going back now.