Page 126 of Ruthless Game

I loved it slightly less, and maybe a lot more, an hour—or maybe days, weeks, months, later—as I writhed on his bed, tied to the slats, unable to even beg to come because he’d gagged me again with that dick gag, his tongue on my pussy. He’d been eating me for what felt like forever, taking breaks to drink water and thrust his fingers inside me, eyes darkening as I clenched desperately around them, only to pull them loose just as things started to get good. I was covered in sweat, could barely see, and it was probably for the best that he’d gagged me, because who knew what the fuck I’d promise him if I could talk.

Like he’d heard my last thought, he lifted his mouth from me and crawled up my body, working the buckles to free me from the gag, pulling it out of my mouth.

“Got something you wanted to say?” he asked, low and husky.

“I love you,” I told him immediately.

“Good girl, but that’s not going to make me let you come. You have to give me more than that.”

“Anything,” I cried, begged, and moaned. “I’ll give you anything.”

He smiled. “You mean that, Starburst?”

I tried to nod, a whimper coming out when he fingered my clit again.

“Yes, yes, yes, please, please, Max, please⁠—”

“Anything for my good girl,” he crooned, getting off the bed to grab something and come back.

It was a bottle of lube.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes.

“It’s time,” he said simply. “I’ve fucked you everywhere but that sweet ass. All of you belongs to me, so you’re going to give it to me—and when you do, I’ll let you come. What do you say?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Max!”

I expected him to untie me, flip me on my stomach, and fuck me that way. What I did not expect was for him to spread my thighs and bend me in half, so my toes touched the headboard. Using some sort of cuffs, he fastened my thighs to my arms, so I couldn’t even move. It opened me up to him, giving him easy access to both holes—and I could do literally nothing but take it.

“Wait, I almost forgot something,” he said, disappearing from view again, and then he was back, wrapping a belt around my waist. Something buzzed to life against my clit, low but insistent, driving me back up to where I teetered on the brink of an orgasm. Where I’d been teetering for as long as I’d been alive, or at least it felt that way.

My insides were coiled tight, my body stiff, everything preparing for the imminent orgasm⁠—

—when the vibrations stopped.

I watched as he worked a generous amount of lube over his long, hard cock, groaning as he stared at my body.

“Look at these pretty holes,” he said. “Just begging to be used by their owner. I’m about to stick my fat cock in this tight little asshole, and fuck it so hard we both see stars.”

I moaned in response, clenching hard at his words. I wanted that so badly, wanted to give him everything. I had been fully honest with Jeffrey the day he died—Max did own me, but that was because we belonged to each other. Bodies, yes, but hearts too, souls too. Everything of mine aligned perfectly with his, my flawed parts complementing his, his wounds soothing mine. We were entangled and would stay that way, forever.

Something cold and liquid slid over my asshole, and then Max was working a finger inside, slowly. He’d done this before, just playing, but I knew it had been in preparation. For this night. For this moment.

The feeling of his finger inside me had been a revelation—I’d never thought it would feel good, and maybe it was just because it was him, but it always, always, made me come.

I wanted to come now.

“Please,” I begged.

“Have you been my good girl?”

“I’m always your good girl,” I whined.

He shook his head. “You aren’t, but I’ll let it go for now.” He worked a second finger inside me, and I cried out, so ready to⁠—