You’re playing my game now
You’re playing my game now
The blindfold strips away everything but sensation.
I feel him. His presence, the heat of his body, the way the mattress shifts beneath his weight.
My pulse pounds in my ears, matching each breath he takes.
There’s nothing but him. The past is a shadow I don’t care to chase. Right now, I just want to be his.
“Spread your legs wide, Lyra.”
His voice is low and commanding, thick with want. I obey without hesitation, silk pulling tight at my wrists. I don’t have to think. I just have to feel.
“You’re already trembling.” His rough exhale fans over my ear as his fingers trail down my arms to circle my nipple before skating lower.
“Now take my fingers.” My breath catches, and my spine arches as he pushes two fingers inside of me. He adds a third, pulling every sound and moan from my body, pushing them deep. His thumb pressing down onto my clit has me bucking into him. Right when I’m about to come, he pulls away completely.
I whimper like the needy bitch I am. “Oliver…”
“That wasn’t permission to speak.” A sharp sting lands on my inner thigh. “You’re soaked. Dripping.”
He proves it with one slow pass of his hand, over my slit, to my clit. I clench around nothing.
“Open your mouth and suck my fingers. Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he commands. I moan as my own taste bursts on my tongue, wrapping my lips around them and sucking.
I barely have time to breathe before he flips me roughly onto my stomach. Silk bites into my wrists, and his hands grip my waist, dragging me into position. I can’t see, can’t move, can only tremble beneath his control.
“You’re going to take all of me, Lyra. Every inch.” His words are a promise and a threat. It’s so fucking hot. His palm cracks across my ass cheeks, then parts them.
“Oliver, please,” I beg.
The tip of his cock rubs my folds before plunging inside of me, his hips smacking my ass with each forward motion. His dick rubs every part inside of me, making me dizzy with want.
“Fuck…Fuck.” Oliver’s hand comes up to wrap around my throat, squeezing. My air is gone, and the rush I get is all-consuming.
“You like being taken like this, don’t you?”
He pulls, my back arching; all the while I struggle for air. His other hand comes around and rubs my clit. Right before the darkness swallows me whole, he releases, spinning me around.
He strips the blindfold off—his face above me. “Eyes on me while I take you.” Lamplight cuts across his face, sharpening his jaw and catching on the silver of his nose hoop.
He thrusts into me, the sound of skin against skin as his ragged breath fills the room, mingling with the ocean wind outside and the distant thunder. He lifts my right leg
over his shoulder; the other wraps around his hip, opening me as wide as my body will allow. I close my eyes and tip my head back.
“Look.” He squeezes my chin until it almost hurts. “If your gaze drops, we start over.”
I pull on the bindings, the bite around my wrist a dull ache, but when Oliver smiles with dark satisfaction, I know he likes it. “You’ll feel that hours from now and remember who put it there.”
He hauls my head up to look at him closer. “Look at where my cock disappears into your sweet cunt.” I look down and clench. The sight is erotic. Primal and God…So. Fucking. Hot. I’m unraveling with every thrust, watching my pussy take his thick cock.
“Clench like that again. Fuck.” He tips his own head back.
“Oliver, I can’t…"
“Yes, you can. You were made for this. For me.” He moves faster, filling the space between us.
And then it happens: his hand holding my neck releases and snakes between our bodies. I think he’s going for my clit, but instead, he maneuvers two, maybe three fingers inside me, pumping in the same rhythm.
“Oh fuck.” The added stretch has me drifting into euphoria. His body jerks with release as he stills, shuddering over me.
For a long moment, we don’t move. Just breathe. Then, silently, he unties my wrists. The room is quiet. Rain taps the windows, creating a steady hush that fills the space.
I stare up at the ceiling, feeling the ache in my entire body.
I shift slightly, twisting until I can see his face.
I’m not surprised to find him already watching me with unreadable focus.
His gaze drifts down to where my wrists are still marked red from the ties.
He reaches over, brushing his thumb over the skin. So gentle it makes my chest tighten.
“I like my marks on you. But…I don’t like you hurt. It’s a very—” he pauses for a long moment. “Contradictory dilemma. I don’t think I’ll tie you up again.”
I touch his face, tracing my finger over the bridge of his nose, down the hoop, and over his soft, plush lips. “It was perfect. You don’t have to second-guess with me, but…” I laugh. “You bite the fuck out of me constantly.”
He watches me for a long moment. “That I’m not sorry for.”
“I mean it,” I whisper. “I know what I’m doing. You didn’t take anything I wasn’t willing to give.” I smirk. “This time.”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “We didn’t use a condom,” I add, “any of the times.”
After the first round, I fell asleep only to be woken up with his dick buried in me once again. Then we ate, and now we are here.
“Never will.”
“What if I get pregnant?”
“You’re on the pill. But I wouldn’t care. As much as I want you to myself for a while, if you want kids, so do I.”
He’s crazy.
“I want to mark this.” I admit after a while.
His head lifts slightly. “What?”
“This moment.” I smile. “I want something permanent. And not just my nose ring to match yours. I want to get a tattoo.”
His brow furrows. “What?”
“A tattoo,” I repeat, more sure now. “Tonight.”
He stares at me as if I’ve spoken another language. “You want to ink your skin. Now. After I just—”
“Ruined me emotionally and physically?” I cut in. “Exactly. Seemed like the perfect time.”
He exhales a breath that turns into a laugh. From this day forward, I will forever try every day to get him to laugh just like that. “You’re insane.”
“Says the man who just choked me into the mattress and cut his arm open.”
His lips twitch. He reluctantly lets me slide off of him. I turn on my knees, pulling the sheet to cover, but he yanks it down, exposing my breasts. I go to grab it, but he yanks it away again.
“Give me the blanket. I’m not playing tug-of-war with you right now.”
“Why? I like watching your tits bounce when you reach.” His eyes gleam. I glance down and scowl. I lay face down, head resting on his hard stomach, looking up at him.
“A tattoo,” I say, getting us back on track.
“What would you even get?”
I smile wider. “Not telling. It’s a surprise.”
His eyes narrow. “I don’t like surprises.”
“We were already planning on going anyway.”
Brushing hair from my face, he responds. “It’s your body. However, your body is already perfect.”
Hours later, Oliver slides me off him. “Where are you going?”
“We are going to get that tattoo and piercing you want so badly. But we need to take a shower first.”