23. Want to Play a Game?
WANT TO PLAY A GAME?
Wes
A blindfolded and cloaked Fable is ushered into the guest room by her friend, Noah.
I couldn’t have Camila deliver her to me.
After our interaction at the bar, she knows I’m pissed at how she acted toward Fable.
Camila doesn’t like that I give Fable special attention because she can’t understand it.
To her, Fable is just another employee, lower than guest status, given the elite visitors here.
Noah’s instructions are to set her on the bench at the foot of the bed and leave.
I watch her do this through a two-way mirror in the wall separating the bedroom from the en suite.
Noah fixes Fable’s dark hair over her shoulder, which I requested be left down, and whispers in her ear before leaving the room.
Fable sits there, her body completely covered by the black silk cloak except for her hands, which are folded on her lap.
Her tense fingers and stiff posture tell me she’s nervous.
I stroll out from behind the wall, my hands in my pockets, and stop a few feet away from the bench.
“Hello, Fable.” I use my English accent.
She jolts at the disruption in the quiet room, even though my tone is as warm as cashmere. Her face lifts to me, her eyes shielded by the red sash. “Hello.”
“Do you want to play a game?”
“What kind of game?” she asks hesitantly.
“One that involves ties at your wrists and ankles.”
She rubs her lips together, considering my offer. “If I don’t like it, will you release me?”
“Your hands and ankles?” Not you.
“Yes.”
“If that is your wish. Yes.”
“Will you do anything to hurt me?” Her body shivers.
“Never.”
She nods and inhales a deep breath.
“Stand,” I order, maintaining the three feet between us.
She does.
“Good angelus.” Hopefully, she’ll continue to respond accordingly. “Take off your cloak.”
She undoes the tie at the neck and lets the black silk material fall to the floor. It billows at her red heels.
I let out a low whistle and wipe my salivating mouth, my cock ready. Red thigh-highs, lace panties, and a matching bra that pushes her tits up high, her nipples beaded, waiting to be teased. The color pops against her honeyed skin, but her plump red lips steal all my attention.
“I knew I’d like you in red.” Closing the distance between us, I drink in every inch of her sweet body. “Tonight, you’re my angel of sin.” I run the backs of my fingers across her lower cheek and brush my thumb across her fat bottom lip.
She shivers with obvious desire.
“I have to kiss you.” I cover her mouth with mine, relishing in the act.
Kissing isn’t something I’ve ever cared about or needed, but with Fable, I bloody crave it.
She tastes like cherry Coke again. My cock grows harder as I taunt and tease her with my tongue.
I cup her cheeks and tilt her head, feeling her body soften at this new angle.
She grips my arms, holding on for life. It turns me on even more, to my surprise.
“I could kiss you for hours,” I whisper across her jawline and test how responsive she is. “Would you like that, Fable?” Leaning over her, I move one hand to her back for support, the other cupping her head, as I kiss a path down her neck.
“Yes,” she murmurs, putty in my hands.
Why didn’t I take her to a private room weeks ago? Here, I’m free to devour her how I want. And I want.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed, kissing her mouth again but with my eyes open so I can see where I’m going. I like how she feels in my arms, small and mine to protect from the world.
“What have you done to me?” I murmur and lower her sexy body onto the bed, placing her horizontally on the mattress so I can stand and do what I want to do to her. I arranged the ties so I could place her this way.
“What have you done to me?” she whispers back.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing her consent again.
“Yes.”
“Good angel. Put your arms above your head and cross your wrists.” She does at once, showing how eager she is. I secure them in the red sash, which is hooked to another tie that’s fastened to the bed frame. The strapless bra barely contains her smaller, perky as fuck breasts with her arms raised.
I kiss between her rib cage, obsessed with the tiny curve of her lower belly.
I kiss that too and work my way back up to her cleavage as I stand between her spread thighs.
When she dressed, did she notice the little clips on the lace bra could be easily unhooked to give me full access to her mouthwatering breasts?
“I picked this out especially for you,” I tell her, wanting to praise her and keep her pliant.
“Do you like to do that?”
“No.” I run my hand up her body to her neck and bend over her. “I’ve never picked out lingerie for anyone.”
“Never?” she asks, doubtful.
Her lips look tempting as hell when she says it. I lick the bottom one and pull it into my teeth when I answer, “Never.” Then I’m kissing her again, running my hands up and down the sides of her torso, resisting the urge to plunge my cock deep inside her. Always restraining when it comes to her.
Focus. I remind myself. I need answers.
“Fable, sweets. Tell me something.” I unhook the clips to the lace triangles covering her nipples and peel them back. “Do you want me to kiss your pretty breasts?”
She nods, her body making little quivers.
I circle her nipple with my finger. “How badly do you want my mouth here?”
“So badly.”
“Answer my question, and you’ll get it.”
She nods again, her lips parted with her heavy breaths.
I blow on the tight bud I’m circling and watch it pucker more. “Who’s after you, sweet angel?”
“I… what?” she asks, confused.
“Who’s after you? Who are you afraid of? And don’t tell me it’s no one.”
Her body stiffens, as I suspected it would. I lick the tip of her nipple and blow on it. She quivers and releases a shaky breath.
“Tell me, Fable,” I hum and lick the skin around her areola. “This is punishing me as much as it’s punishing you. I want to suck you so hard right here,” I circle her nipple, “my cock actually hurts.”
I use both hands and tease both her breasts, circling the skin, brushing the tight bud ever so slightly, and repeating the act. “Say the word, and I’ll reward you.”
“This isn’t a fun game,” she says, her hips rocking, although I don’t think she’s aware of what she’s doing.
“I can make it fun. Give me what I want, and I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been dying for me too.” And the way I’ve been dying to. I blow on her nipples again and grab a small vibrator from the nightstand. When I switch it on, she stops moving.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a gift for you.” I run it from her belly up to her cleavage, then circle her nipples with the gently vibrating tip.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh god.”
“Does my little angel like that?” I kiss under each breast as I continue looping her nipples. “Please, Lord.” She begs. “Please, please touch me.”
“Answer me first. Who are you running from?”
“He can’t get me here,” she blurts, her hips rocking again.
So unyielding. I keep my groin too high for her to reach and get what she seeks. Time for more taunting. I run the vibrator over one nipple and suck the other into my mouth for a long pull, before releasing it with a pop. “More?”
She nods and plants her feet on the edge of the mattress, seeking my pelvis as she thrusts her hips higher.
“Naughty girl.” I kiss her ankles, then tie each in a satin sash, spreading her legs apart for me. “I can smell your arousal, and it’s driving me mad.”
“Then fuck me already,” she says to my surprise.
I let out a low chuckle. “You play dirty, Fable. But so do I.” I undo the clip to her lace knickers and fold the material back, bearing her glistening pink pussy to me. Have I ever been this hard before?
I glide the vibrator down her stomach to her clit and tease her everywhere but where she wants it.
She rolls her hips, panting. “You’re cruel.”
“You can end the game at any time. Give me my answer or tell me to stop.” I lower my face to her sweet cunt and breathe her in. “Heaven.” Unable to resist, I lick her clit and stick the tip of the vibrator in her pussy, moistening it, before pulling it out quickly.
She chases the sex toy with her groin but doesn’t tell me to stop.
“You hold all the power, angel.” I circle her nipples with the wet tip of the vibrator.
Her mouth is stuck in an O as she pants.
“You look so fucking beautiful tied up like this, needy and desperate. No one has ever tempted me the way you do. No one.” I bite her nipple and run the toy through her folds.
She cries out, looking on the verge of an orgasm. I straighten up and don’t touch her, my cock too hard and my patience too thin. “Put us both out of our misery, Fable, and tell me who’s after you so I can bloody fucking kill him.”
She freezes, and I fear I’ve lost her. Seconds tick. Then. “My dad. Now fuck me like you promised.”
“He’s dead, Fable. Dead.” I drop the toy on the bed, tear off my underwear, and plunge my fat cock inside her drenched, tight pussy.
We moan in unison, and I almost come—the buildup to this point so intense. I fuck her like that, squeezing her tits and devouring her nipples until I feel her tense and cry out with an orgasm.
She gets a second to come down while I untie her ankles, then I hook my hands under her knees and spread her legs so wide she could be doing a damn side split.
I’m able to slip my dick back into her swollen pussy without using my hands, and I move in and out slowly as she drenches me with her sweetness.
“Fuck, Fable. You make me so hard.” I need release, but I also don’t want to stop.
She moans with each thrust. I pick up the pace and pound into her, lifting her ass off the bed and spreading her wider than seems possible. Her tits bounce, and her mouth forms that erotic O as I plow into her with more strength than I should. “I’m going to fuck that mouth next, angel.”
She climaxes again, her pussy clenching my dick like a vice grip.
I groan and come on the bed—something I never do.
The rooms are stocked with condoms for guests, and Camila assured me all the staff who participate are on birth control.
She doesn’t force it, but it’s encouraged, and they always agree.
We have a doctor who comes to the mansion to prescribe them whatever they need.
Most of the staff don’t participate. It’s not a problem. Wearing a condom has always been a top priority for me, but I lose my mind when I’m with Fable. Twice now, I’ve fucked her bear. It’s reckless.
“My arms are numb,” Fable murmurs. “Can you untie them?”
I lift my head from her stomach—when had I laid it there?—and brush my bangs out of my face. “Yes, but don’t remove your blindfold.”
“Why?” she asks, all glowing like a goddess as I lean over her to undo the knots.
“I’m not wearing a mask.” I’m not wearing a damn thing—something I also never do.
“Right,” she murmurs. “Noah told me that’s how it’s done.”
“Nothing about this is how it’s done.” I unwrap the sash from her wrists, freeing her, and straighten up.
“What do you mean?” She lays there, naked, her nipples red from being teased and sucked, and lowers her arms, rubbing her wrists.
“Are you hurt?” If I hurt her… my jaw clenches.
“No.” She makes a wistful smile. “I liked what we did. A lot.”
Fuck me.
She sits up, her espresso hair falling around her body in big, messy waves, her red sash covering part of her face, those lips even more swollen.
“You’re exquisite.” I stare in awe.
She ducks her chin, and her cheeks turn pink. “I am? I feel like a mess.”
“You are more beautiful than you’ve ever been like this.” What the hell am I going on about?
Her lips turn down with a frown, and her posture becomes rigid. “What happens now? Does Noah come back to get me, or do you leave? I wasn’t informed.”
What is she anxious for? “I’m going to clean up. You’re welcome to do the same. Then you can leave, or you could take a bath with me, with your blindfold on, of course, and we could play another game.”
“Oh.” Surprise laces her tone, and she sits taller, considering my offer. “Would we have sex again?”
“Would you want to?”
Her cheeks darken more. “Yes.”
I take her hands. “Come then.”