The Game (10 page)

“I want to know I do that to you, that I control your responses. It makes me so fucking
hard, I could come in my pants.”

I didn’t move. He did that to me.

“I’m shaking as I watch your reactions to my words, my actions, my commands. You’re
like a lottery ticket I just won unexpectedly. The winnings are right in the palms
of my hands, and I don’t even know what to do with my windfall but hand it back to
you.”

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly very dry. “I keep thinking it’s like a game.”

“In a way it is.” Riley lunged forward. He pressed my shoulders back so I fell against
the supple leather of the couch. His hands landed on my thighs next and pushed them
farther open. He inhaled deeply. “You’re glistening. Tell me, Cheyenne, is this your
normal reaction to a man? Or is it me?”

“It’s you,” I whispered.

He jerked his gaze to meet mine.

I shivered under the anticipation of the deep lust I saw tightening his face. “It’s
you, Sir. You do this to me. No one else has ever come close.”

His thumbs pulled my lower lips apart. He swiped them through my soaked entrance and
dragged the wetness over my clit.

Before I could fully process how fast his hands moved, they were on my waist and traveling
up to separate the panels of my robe and expose my breasts. “I want to tie you to
my bed, blindfold you, and torment your sweet body until you beg me to let you come.”

“Will you fuck me?” My voice was unrecognizable and weak.

He reached for my nipples and grasped them with his fingers, not answering my question.

I grabbed his arms with both hands. “Riley, look at me.”

He lifted his gaze.

I saw the vulnerability in his eyes. He was truly afraid he would be lost if he let
himself finish the deed.

I had news for him. “I’ll consent to everything you demand of me for the next two
days on one condition.”

“What’s that?” he muttered slowly, clearly dreading the answer.

“You have to fuck me. Make love to me. Have sex with me. Do it any way you want, but
don’t leave me like you have for the first twelve hours.

“I know you’ve made me come several times. And I get that you’re the master at doling
out orgasms at your will. You’ve proven that. And you’re welcome to continue to prove
it. I love it. But no matter how many times I come, you leave me unfulfilled when
you deny me your cock.”

He swallowed visibly and dipped his head for a moment. He cupped my breasts and stared
at them. “Your chest is fucking perfect,” he commented absently.

I waited.

“Your entire body is a work of art, actually.” He released my breasts and took my
wrists in his hands. “It’s true your skin is tender. I’m worried about marking it
with bondage.”

I inhaled sharply at his indirect mention of his ex-fiancée. I didn’t need the reminder.
She didn’t belong in our lives. And she wasn’t welcome. Besides, he was avoiding my
request.

“I’m not as fragile as I look, Riley. And you’re ignoring my condition.”

“I’m not ignoring it. I’m mulling it over in my brain.” He lifted my wrists over my
head, stretching my arms high and leaning over my face. He closed his eyes and dipped
his forehead to meet mine.

We breathed in tandem for several seconds. Finally, he lifted his eyelids and spoke.
“I’m ruined anyway. No woman will ever measure up to you. I’m kidding myself if I
think keeping my cock out of your pussy will change anything. If you walked out the
door right this second, you’d take my heart with you. I’d never be the same. In fact,
I might even regret not taking you completely.”

“So, yes?”

He nodded. “However, I want to point out this is the last time you’re going to plea
bargain this weekend. No more topping from the bottom.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re trying to control me from the submissive position while making it
seem like I made the choices. I’m not immune. Don’t make a habit of it.”

“You’ll make love to me?”

“I promise you my cock will enter you when and how I see fit before the day is over.”

I let my body relax, relieved to feel like I’d won the first round somehow. And I
was clear on the notion that it wasn’t the last round I would win. There would be
many. He called them negotiations. My eyes were wide open. Negotiating with Riley
would be my pleasure. I would concede nearly anything to him in the end. I already
trusted him with my body. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. At least not physically.

Emotionally he had the power to destroy me. But I’d known that since the first minute
we met. It hadn’t changed. I’d been a shell ever since he’d walked away. I had dated
no one. No man who approached me came anywhere close to making me feel the way I felt
that one evening with Riley.

I’d begun to worry I was doomed.

What if I never found anyone who made me feel that way?

And then there he was, larger than life in my office building, taking my breath away
as if not a single minute had passed since our last meeting. He’d made my heart race,
my pussy wet, and my stomach clench with need so fast I wanted to kick myself.

Like he said, the final act of penetration wasn’t going to influence how I would feel
if this didn’t work out. And no matter what, I was beyond caring. I wanted him inside
me bad enough to take the risk to my heart.

Riley Moreno was mine. He would concede anything to me. And that knowledge caused
me to give everything to him. “Yes, Sir.” I lowered my gaze and made the conscious
decision to take every single second of this weekend and make it special. It was a
gift. No matter the outcome, this would be the most memorable, precious two days of
my life.

Chapter Twelve

Riley led me back to his bedroom.

I thought he was going to put me out of my misery finally, but he surprised me by
handing me his cell phone. Amy’s name was on the screen. “Call her. I’ll give you
as long as you need.” He left me there, staring at the phone.

I jumped when the door shut with a snick. My hands shook as I pushed the button to
begin the call.

Amy answered on the first ring. “Riley?” Her voice sounded anxious.

“It’s me. I don’t have my phone. Hell, I don’t have anything. You convinced me not
to take my purse last night.”

She giggled. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“So far.”

“Cheyenne?”

“I’m good.” I relaxed onto the bed, lying back while cradling the phone to my ear
and tugging absurdly at the front of my robe.

“You sound tired. Is he going to take you home? Do you want me to come get you?”

“No. I’ve agreed to stay the weekend.”

“Really? Are you okay with that?”

“Yes. I mean, I hope so. He wanted me to call you and check in.”

“I’m glad. Listen, Cheyenne, I know you must feel like the world as you knew it just
flipped upside down or turned on its axis or something, but Riley’s a good guy. One
of the best. I guarantee he won’t hurt you. You’re safe.”

I didn’t feel one bit safe. If she wanted to discuss my physical safety, I was certain
she was correct. He’d made that clear. My emotional safety was another issue entirely,
however, and I feared it was in jeopardy. “I’ll be okay,” I lied.

“You can call me or Cade any time. We’ll come get you.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to call again this afternoon and make sure you’re still okay. Just…”

“Just what?”

“Guard your heart, hon. I know you. You haven’t let anyone in for a long time. I’m
worried you’ll fall hard and fast.”

“Too late, Amy.”

She blew out a breath. “Okay. Well, I’m here for you. And I love you.”

“Love you too. Thanks, Amy. I’ll talk to you later.” I ended the call and set the
phone on the nightstand. Instead of going in search of Riley, I lay back down and
curled onto my side. I could use a few more minutes to think. Weeding through the
thoughts racing around in my head would do me some good.

The next thing I knew, someone was touching my arm.

I opened my eyes to find Riley settling himself on the edge of the bed. “You fell
asleep, baby.” He smiled at me.

I rolled from my side to my back, noticing I was covered with the sheet. I was aware
of the silk robe still around me, but it was wide open under the bed linens. “How
long was I out?”

“A few hours. I didn’t want to interrupt your call, but after a while I got concerned
and found you passed out. You needed the rest. We were up late, and you’ve been bombarded
with information.”

“Thanks.” I lowered my gaze from his face to his bare chest. A scattering of blond
hair covered his rich tanned skin. His pecs were rock solid and stunning. Lower still
I looked. He wore jeans—worn and soft. The top button was open, but I couldn’t see
anything beneath the flap.

He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me. His lips opened, and his tongue slid
along the crease of my mouth. He ended the kiss too soon but then surprised me by
nibbling a bath across my cheek to my ear. I came fully awake when he sucked the lobe
in and then blew on it gently. “I love kissing you.”

Continuing to kiss my neck and shoulders, he climbed over me, straddling me, tugging
the sheet down my body as he inched backward. My robe was wide open, hiding nothing.
It had become tangled loosely around me as I slept.

My nipples jumped to attention as the cooler air of the room hit them. I shivered.

Riley flicked his tongue over one bud and then suckled the stiff tip between his lips.
“Mmm. I love how soft your skin is.” He cupped my breast and brought it to his mouth
again.

Suddenly he leaned back, tucking his arm under me and hauling me off the bed several
inches. With his free hand, he tugged the robe out from under me and jerked it free.
Two seconds later, he had my arms over my head and was wrapping the robe around my
wrists.

I struggled to free my hands from the tangled mess.

Riley pressed on my arms and met my gaze. “Stay still, baby. Leave it.”

I gasped as he leaned over my body farther and fiddled above my head, drawing my arms
higher. I realized he was looping the robe through the slats in the headboard and
tying the ends.

I tried to remember to breathe as my entire body came alive. It unnerved me to realize
how aroused I instantly became. I’d never considered bondage a day in my life. I squeezed
my legs together and bit into my lip, fighting a moan.

When he sat back and met my gaze, I gave the bonds a tug. My heart beat rapidly. I
fidgeted under his scrutiny as he lightly traced a finger down my face, my neck, my
breast. “It’s not so tight you can’t escape. Just relax. Let me make your body hum.”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was so low I barely heard it.

He eased himself farther down my body, nudged my knees apart, and settled between
them. With both hands, he parted my folds. “So wet.” He tapped the entrance to my
pussy, making me flinch.

I craved more. Anything he would give me. A tight knot formed low in my belly, threatening
to explode.

Riley’s fingers grazed over my lower lips and up across the delicate skin surrounding
my clit. “Your skin is still so smooth. You won’t need to shave every day.”

Hell, he’d shaved me just last night. It hadn’t been twelve hours.

“Let me blindfold you?” He was asking a question—giving me the option to refuse. When
I hesitated, he continued. “Every other sensation heightens when you can’t see. Try
it. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I’m so close to exploding, Riley. I ache. I don’t know if I can take more.”

He stroked my cheek. “You can. Let me show you my world.”

I nodded. There was very little he could request of me I would deny him. I could think
of nothing.

Riley reached across me and opened the drawer on the bedside table. I suddenly wished
I had explored the contents myself earlier. The idea hadn’t occurred to me. As he
sat back, holding up a black blindfold—like the kind people use to sleep on a plane—I
held my breath.

He lowered it slowly over my face and tightened it behind my head.

Instantly the darkness heightened my senses. My chest rose and fell with every deep
breath. He leaned over toward the mystery drawer again and then returned. What was
he holding now?

Something delicate touched my skin at my collar bone. I shivered at the contact, my
knees closing the few inches available to grip Riley’s thighs between them.

He ignored my legs and continued to dance whatever he held across my skin. A feather?
When the tip hit my nipple, I nearly jumped out of my skin, thrusting my chest toward
him.

“So responsive. I want to train your body to follow my commands.”

Wasn’t that already the case?

His finger tugged on the lip I hadn’t realized I was biting. “Don’t bite so hard.
You’re about to draw blood. It makes my cock hard when you nibble, but don’t hurt
yourself.”

I let my lip pop out, my mouth hanging open.

The feather continued to trail around my torso, landing indiscriminately on my nipples,
my belly button, the top of my mound.

“Your tits are exquisite. So round and perfect. The tips are a gorgeous shade of pink.
I want to suck them. I’ll be thinking about them when I’m at work Monday, trying to
keep my cock down as I picture them jutting out, begging for attention.”

My belly dipped, hollowing as he spoke. Every nerve ending in my body demanded he
fuck me. I said nothing.

The feather disappeared, and I heard a small pop. Seconds later a low buzz filled
the air.

Riley scooted down farther between my legs.

“Riley…” My senses were indeed heightened. I hated not being able to see. What was
he doing?

“Shh. Baby, just feel.” His hand landed on my lower belly, his fingers pulling on
my skin to expose my clit.

I writhed. I needed him so badly, but if he touched me with a vibrator, I would crash
over the edge instantly.

He pressed firmly on my stomach, holding me down. “You’re so high right now. I want
you to come. Get the first one out of the way so you can relax a little.”

The first one? Relax? Was he kidding?

He was
not
.

The blunt end of some sort of vibrator landed at the base of my clit and pressed.

I screamed. My skin was so sensitive. Instantly I came, short jabbing pulses of my
clit that caused my entire body to shake.

“That’s it, baby. Let it go.” He held the vibrator steady over my clit, pressing harder
until I gasped.

“Too much.” I bucked against him futilely.

Riley eased the vibrator away from my skin and replaced it with gentle strokes of
his thumb.

The tight nub was so sensitive I winced.

The vibrations ceased. Thank God.

His touch did not. “So pink and swollen. Gorgeous.”

I gasped for breath. The orgasm hadn’t diminished my need. If anything, I was more
aroused than ever. I gripped the ball of silk at my hands, holding on as if I might
fall.

Riley pressed my knees higher and wider. He eased down until he must have been on
his stomach between my legs, tossing an arm over my lower belly to anchor me. His
fingers at my entrance brought me back to fully charged before he entered me.

In agonizingly slow motion, he slid one finger inside me and curled it up to graze
over my G-spot.

I moaned. The torture was delicious. Frighteningly so. What was happening to me that
I found being tied to the bed and forced to come so arousing?

A second finger joined the first, reaching deeper, scissoring inside me, stretching
me.

“So tight. Jesus.” And then his hand disappeared and something else nudged the entrance,
probably the same vibrator he’d used on my clit. He spread my lips wider and then
eased the phallus into my channel.

I moaned as he filled me. Too full.

Slowly he pressed into me.

I dug my heels into the bed, bucking to no avail.

Strange sounds escaped my lips, gasps that combined with whimpering moans. I panted
as the vibrator slid all the way home.

“Cheyenne, your pussy’s so tight. You’re going to make me come instantly when I enter
you.”

If he would just fucking enter me
…

Sweat beaded on my face from the intensity of the restraint and the attention to every
nerve surrounding my sex—inside and out.

I tipped my head back, my mouth falling open as I got closer to the edge of a second
orgasm.

And then he stopped. The vibrator disappeared, slipping from my sheath and leaving
me bereft.

Like a drowning victim, I gasped as though coming up for air and finally hitting the
surface. “Riley.” I screamed his name.

My ears were ringing, but the distinct sound of a zipper reached my ears through the
insanity. His jeans. Thank God.

The rustle of material made me lick my lips. And then a ripping sound. A Condom. Blessed
angels.

He was on top of me instantly, his mouth capturing mine so fast, I was stunned. His
hand cupped my face on one side as he devoured me.

His body hovered over me, making only the slightest contact against my nipples and
my thighs. He set his forehead against mine as he broke the kiss. His breathing was
labored. Heavy. Deep. “Don’t move an inch, baby. If you do, I’ll shoot off before
I’m fully seated.”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.” My throat was dry. My lips only moistened from contact with
his.

Finally, his cock was at my entrance. His hand stiffened at my throat, indicative
of what his entire body must have been doing. He pushed forward slowly and retreated.
“Jesus.” His breath whooshed from his lungs against my face. “So fucking tight.”

My pussy gripped at his cock as he slid into me again, slightly farther this time.
I wanted to lift my hips toward him, but he’d asked me to remain still. I willed myself
to obey those words. For him. Because he needed this.

I didn’t personally care if he came too fast. I suspected it wouldn’t stop him from
starting again immediately. He was that virile.

“Knees high and wide, baby.”

I lifted my limp legs from the bed, drew my knees up, and splayed them wider.

Riley slammed home.

I screamed.

He held steady as I fought for oxygen, his fingers stroking my cheek. “You okay?”

I nodded. My mouth wouldn’t close, and I couldn’t find any words.

“Did I hurt you?” I heard the concern in his voice.