The Game (14 page)

“Now you’ll listen to me.”

I stiffened, jerking my attention back to his words.

“First of all, I want you to understand why I have you in this position. I had no
intentions of dominating you this week. I would have preferred you had the opportunity
to take the week to think on this relationship before coming to me again. Not that
I’m suggesting you should have done otherwise under the circumstances. In fact, you
should have been here yesterday. Since you’re here now, I need you to understand how
it will be between us if you decide to submit to me permanently.”

“I—”

“Don’t speak. Just listen.”

I closed my mouth.

He leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees. “If you were mine, I’d insist
on you submitting to me in the evenings much like this. There’s no sense in pretending
otherwise while you learn about my lifestyle. I know it’s a lot to take in so fast,
but this is the reality. This is the reason I left you sitting on that bench at Cade
and Amy’s engagement party six months ago.

“I’m not sure I did the right thing that night. You seem far more natural at this
lifestyle than I would have expected. But perhaps I wasn’t ready for a new submissive
yet anyway. My breakup with Christine was too fresh.”

I didn’t move.

“I want you, Cheyenne. I’m not going to lie. I haven’t gotten you out of my head since
the day we met. And you’re so fucking sexy on your knees, it makes my cock hard just
looking at you.”

I swallowed and licked my lips, his words making my pussy even needier. My clit pulsed.
I wasn’t sure I could fully concentrate on his words in this state.

Riley didn’t speak again for long moments. Finally, he continued. “What I want to
do is take you over my knee and spank you. It would help ease you into a subspace
and stop the shivering.”

I swayed forward at his words, my body defying my brain’s attempt to find his suggestion
ludicrous. Instead, my breasts swelled, and I clenched my pussy. Another shudder made
me squirm.

He chuckled. “You would like that.”

I remembered what Amy had said about Cade no longer spanking her for punishment and
winced again, wondering what Riley’s view would be on the subject.

“Stand up, Cheyenne.”

I lifted one foot to the center and rose without breaking my form, keeping my gaze
down in hopes he would be impressed with my abilities and go easy on me. Was he going
to spank me?

“Come here.” He turned toward the corner of the breakfast area and sauntered across
the room.

I followed, supremely aware of the two walls of windows surrounding the table. The
sun had not yet descended enough for it to be completely dark out. I could see the
entire back yard as I followed him.

His back yard was amazing. He undoubtedly had a fabulous gardener who took care of
the grounds. Sliding glass doors to my right led out to an enormous deck that contained
a stainless-steel grill, a glass table, and several lounge chairs on the far end.
Beyond that was a large yard covered in thick lush grass. Two mature trees were perfectly
placed to provide shade over the majority of the yard. It was September, and they
had not yet started dropping their leaves. Around the base of each tree were delicate
baby roses that were currently in bloom, the red and white buds gorgeous.

“I want you to stand in the corner here.” He pointed at the junction of one window
with the other.

I should have known.

“Keep your hands clasped behind your back, nose to the corner, tits to the glass,
feet wide.”

I hesitated. What if someone saw me? I glanced at the wall around his property and
realized the chances of that were slim to none. Only an intruder would see me at this
hour. No way was his lawn crew going to show up this late to trim bushes or prune
roses.

“Now, Cheyenne.” His voice was firm. He didn’t touch me either, which stung. I half-expected
him to grab my arm and angle me into position. I would have preferred the contact.
Even a spanking. It would have meant having his hands on me.

He knew that. He’d chosen this option intentionally.

I stepped up to the glass and did as he said, gasping softly as my nipples hit the
cool glass. I wasn’t uncomfortable. But I was disconcerted. Which was the point.

Was he testing me?

If that was the case, I needed to show him I had what it took if I wanted to enjoy
the other aspects of his lifestyle. If anyone would have asked me two minutes ago
while I kneeled before him on the floor, I would have said I was so aroused I could
have come on command.

“Legs wider.”

I flinched and spread my bare feet apart several more inches.

“Good girl. Don’t move until I say so.”

Riley left me there. In about two seconds I understood what Amy had said about hating
time outs. Being ignored was far less bearable than being spanked. I never should
have told Riley I knew about this practice.

I was confused about his motive, however. He hadn’t mentioned punishing me. So why
was he leaving me in a corner?

I listened to the sounds behind me, confident Riley was dishing up food from the kitchen
and then hearing the rustling at my back that indicated he set several things on the
table. He went back and forth a few times. My mouth watered as the smells wafted closer.
Something Italian and undoubtedly delicious.

I licked my lips as I heard the chair scoot out and then back up to the table. The
next noises were silverware against the plate.

He was eating.

Oh. My. God.

He was going to eat and leave me in the corner. Naked. My back to him. Why had I told
him I wasn’t hungry? Suddenly, I was ravenous.

I rocked from one foot to the other.

“Stay still,” he said through a bite of food.

Shit
.

This was intense.

His gaze was on me. It was palpable.

I tightened my ass cheeks and pursed my lips to avoid moaning around the vision in
my head of what his expression must be.

My stomach growled.

Riley moaned around a bite. “Man, Justine makes the best ravioli I’ve ever tasted.”

I was starving now. And it wasn’t unreasonable. I hadn’t taken lunch today in an effort
to get the hell out of the office as early as possible.

I stood as still as I could, hoping he would shorten my time in the corner for good
behavior. I had no way of knowing if he intended to leave me here for five minutes
or an hour.

The sun lowered, making me more nervous about my position than before. I couldn’t
see out anymore, but anyone in the yard could see me perfectly. It was unnerving.

Every nerve ending in my body was on alert. I craved contact. My nipples ached in
their position pressed against the window. The desire to shift back and forth and
rub them over the now heated surface made me grit my teeth to avoid acting on it.
I had to squeeze my eyes shut to concentrate. My clit throbbed with the need to close
my legs and apply pressure to the nub.

The thought of Riley behind me watching me caused a stream of wetness to run down
my thigh. Could he see it? I clenched and unclenched my butt cheeks, but he didn’t
comment. Deep breaths did nothing to ease the need building in the pit of my stomach.

How could I grow so aroused be being ignored? I almost moaned. This was his plan.
And it was working.

The clanking of dishes again indicated Riley had finished and was cleaning up.

I almost cried. Why was I allowing him to do this to me? I was hungry and horny and
I had no idea which one was worse.

No. That wasn’t true. I would choose sex over food if given the choice. And I was
sure I would not be given options.

I didn’t move. I wanted what Riley could give me. I wanted to feel the unbelievable
need he drew out of me time and again over the weekend. Orgasms I had never thought
possible. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.

And I knew in my soul no other man could pull anything like that out of me in this
lifetime. That was what kept me in this position. It wasn’t easy. I warred with myself
over and over, half of me pleading I was insane to allow myself to be ordered into
a corner like this, the other half assuring me it would be worth it.

I had a tremendous amount of pent-up stress. Sex with Riley would erase that in a
heartbeat. Sex I was going to have to wait for and accept on his timetable.

Chapter Sixteen

“Come here, baby.” His voice startled me after so long, and the tone was soft and
kind. He even called me “baby.”

I released my hands to shove off the window. My nipples immediately jumped to attention
after being flattened against the cool glass for so long. My legs were stiff from
waiting. It had probably only been half an hour, but it seemed like forever.

When I inched toward Riley, I found him sitting at the table, a full plate of food
in front of him as though he were about to eat when in fact I knew he’d already eaten.
Which could only mean one thing.

I almost moaned at the realization the food was for me.

“Kneel in front of me.”

Again, startled, I lowered at his side and clasped my hands behind my back again.
My chest rose, my nipples stiffening as they jutted toward him.

“You are
so
fucking sexy. And I’m so proud of you.” He lifted my chin with one hand and met my
gaze. “You’re amazing.” He smiled broadly, which made the last half hour almost worth
it. He was right about one thing—I was now totally in a submissive frame of mind.
The problems of the last two days were stuffed to the back of my head while I shifted
into Riley’s control.

There were clear benefits to submission.

Riley dropped my chin. “Hungry now?” He smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached for the fork and stabbed a bite of ravioli. With his hand cupped under
the utensil, he brought the fork to my mouth. “Open for me, baby.”

My eyes widened as I realized he meant to feed me. Plump squares of ravioli glistened
with fresh tomato sauce and a sprinkle of parmesan. I would swear Justine made it
herself. I opened greedily and moaned around the first bite, hardly caring how ridiculous
I must look kneeling on the floor and being fed by this gorgeous man. I should have
been embarrassed.

Instead I was cherished.

He gave me another taste of the ravioli, a bite of salad, and then a drink of water.
And then he repeated the process until all the food was gone and I was full. “Enough?
Or would you like more?”

“No. Thank you, Sir. That was amazing. Tell Justine I loved it.”

“You can tell her yourself. I’m sure you’ll be seeing her. Perhaps more often than
me.”

I nodded. My heart beat faster at the implication. Did he think I would be spending
more time at his home than him?

Riley carried the dishes to the sink and then tipped his head toward the hallway.
“Come.”

I rose to my feet and followed him. When I reached his bedroom, he pointed toward
the attached bath and lifted a brow.

Grateful, I scampered to the bathroom and shut the door. Five minutes later, I had
used the toilet and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush he’d designated for me over
the weekend, grinning at its position in the holder next to his. I then lifted my
gaze to the mirror.

I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. She was flushed. Her hair was in
disarray from napping earlier on the couch.

I combed my fingers through my tangled blonde curls and stuffed the strands behind
my ears. I glanced down at my naked body and blew out a breath. This new world I found
myself in was certainly unconventional, but dammit, I was horny. And that was the
part I focused on.

If any other moment in my life had measured up to the way I felt when I was with Riley,
I would have run from the house screaming. But the reality was, I had nothing that
compared, and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by.

However, I turned from the mirror and took a breath. We still needed to discuss what
to do next about Riley’s crazy ex-fiancée. I dreaded that. How long could we put it
off?

I was surprised to find Riley naked in the master suite when I returned from the bedroom.

“Um, Riley? Sir,” I amended, “shouldn’t we discuss my job?”

“Nope. Later. I need to fuck you. Until then, I can’t think straight. You’ve had my
cock harder than a rock for hours, baby.”

I moved toward him, my permanently wet pussy flooding again.

He pointed at the bed where he’d already turned down the comforter and sheet. “All
fours in the middle.”

All fours? Okay. I could do that.

I climbed onto his mattress and centered myself in the requested position.

Riley grabbed a condom from the bedside table and settled himself behind me. He nudged
my legs wider and pressed into the created space. One hand landed on my waist. The
other snaked around my belly and reached to stroke through my pussy. “So wet for me.
Perfect.” He stopped touching me too quickly, grabbed my other hip, and thrust forward,
embedding himself inside me so fast, I gasped.

Shocked.

Dismayed even.

No foreplay. Almost no words.

I braced myself against his thrusts.

His hands dug into my hips as he fucked hard and fast.

I needed more. As aroused as I’d been for over an hour, I still needed some contact
with my clit.

He didn’t deliver. Instead, he wordlessly took what he needed, groaning loudly as
he came, buried to the hilt, his hands still gripping my waist.

And then he pulled out as quickly as he’d entered me and left me on all fours as he
headed to the bathroom.

I didn’t dare move. My arms and legs shook with the effort and the need, but I remained
still.

“Lie on your back, baby,” he whispered when he returned.

I gladly flipped over and relaxed onto my back. My eyes were wide. I didn’t say a
word.

“That’s a good girl.” He opened the drawer again, grabbed something, and closed it.
Next, he took one wrist in his hand and lifted a length of rope. He wrapped one end
around my wrist in a perfectly orchestrated knot and tugged it over my head to secure
it to the bed.

By the time he rounded the bed and worked the other wrist in the same fashion, I was
panting. And I almost balked when he took my ankle to secure it to the frame at the
end of the bed.

I watched him circle to the other ankle without blinking. Whatever he had in mind,
I wasn’t sure I was going to like it. But at least he didn’t intend to leave me hanging.
Right?

Finally, he grabbed another item from the drawer and climbed between my legs. I recognized
the vibrator from the weekend. He set it down between my legs and spoke. “I’m proud
of you. For someone barely introduced to the lifestyle just a few days ago, you have
pleased me immensely this evening.”

I smiled. Good. Now, could I please come?

He stroked a hand up my thigh, barely touching the skin so that goose bumps rose in
its wake and I squirmed.

“You’re so horny, aren’t you?”

I nodded. It was hard to concentrate with his fingers trailing closer to my needy
core.

“I’m giving you a deeper taste of the lifestyle. I know it’s a lot in a short period
of time, but I want you to get a complete understanding of what it means to turn yourself
over to someone. To
me
.”

I did. How could I not? I’d just spent the last hour naked at his bidding, standing
against the windows in what essentially was a time out, and then letting this man
feed me on my knees on the floor. I got it. He could wipe my head of all my problems
with a simple word. It felt amazing. I’d never been so aroused. I needed to come so
badly it hurt. What more did he want me to experience tonight?

With both hands now, Riley danced his fingers up my body until he reached my breasts.
He tickled the undersides and then tapped lightly in a circular motion around and
around, avoiding my nipples entirely. “I love these tits, baby. They’re so fucking
sexy. They swell when I play with them.” He grazed his thumbs over the tips finally.
“And your nipples are amazing when they jut out like that. They turn a deep shade
of rose that makes my mouth water.”

I moaned.

“Shhh,” he admonished without looking at my face. He danced his fingers back down
my belly and then my thighs, stroking the skin gently, maddeningly. When he reached
my center, he nudged my legs wider with his knees and pulled my lower lips open with
both hands.

And then he stared. “I need to shave you again.”

I gulped. Now?

I hadn’t shaved myself. For one, I had never done so. For another thing, he’d specifically
said he wanted to do it himself. And he had. First on Friday and then on Sunday. Now
it was Tuesday.

“Think you can handle it without coming?”

Why would I want to?

He chuckled and climbed off the bed. Moments later he returned with his usual pile
of implements, tucked a towel under my ass, and went to work.

He took his time, carefully dragging the razor in slow motion over every fold and
crevice. I stiffened every time he grazed the edge of my clit or my inner lips, but
he didn’t comment. In fact, it seemed he intentionally avoided contact with the most
important parts. He was all business.

When he finished and set everything aside, he met my gaze. “Do not come while I wipe
away the shaving cream.” He held up a wet cloth.

I nodded and bit the inside of my cheek.

The warm cloth landed on my pussy and he quickly brushed away any remnants of shaving
cream.

And then the cloth was gone and I gasped for air.

“Good girl.” He stroked through my folds unexpectedly, drawing my wetness out. His
finger disappeared as I moaned.

And there was that term of endearment again. “Good girl.” It wasn’t demeaning. It
was a compliment. He was proud of me.

I blinked, finding it hard to focus. “Please…”

“Baby, I’ve just begun.”

“What?”

He smiled. His face wasn’t right. It was twisted in a wicked look, his eyes dancing.
“Teasing you.” He leaned over me, setting his hands on both sides of my chest and
meeting my gaze head on. “Orgasm denial.”

“What?” My eyes widened farther. I gulped.

“I play. You don’t get to come.”

“No,” I blurted. I wasn’t even sure that was possible. And more importantly, I hated
how my body reacted to the idea.

He grinned again. “Oh, yeah. And if you can do it quietly without begging, I’ll let
you off the hook sooner than you can expect in the future. I’m super proud of how
you’ve endured everything I tossed your way tonight.” He stroked a finger over my
lower lips, causing me to open my mouth.

I didn’t say anything.

“How aroused are you?”

“Very, Sir.”

“See? That’s the plan.” He sat back on his heels and pulled my pussy open wide again,
staring at my naked sex. That was enough to bring sweat to my brow. It was unnerving
the way he stared.

He stroked my skin, too lightly, touching me but not touching me at the same time.
His fingers moved all over, even grazing my clit. But not with enough pressure to
send me over the edge.

Wetness pooled at my entrance until it ran out and eased toward my rear hole.

When he held the hood off my clit and tapped it with his other hand, I bucked my torso
toward him, tipped my head back, and gritted my teeth. I needed to come worse than
at any point in my life.

I tried hard not to make any noise, but small sounds escaped my lips anyway.

He released my clit and trailed through my wetness down to my perineum, rubbing the
skin enough to make me whimper.

He hadn’t breached my ass yet, but he had mentioned it over the weekend, and I knew
it was only a matter of time.

“Shhh,” he admonished again.

I pursed my lips and concentrated on his fingers working me into a frenzy. It was
maddening. He knew exactly where to touch me and when to drive me crazy. He also knew
precisely when to back off to keep me from coming.

He pressed one finger inside my pussy and stroked back out, gathering my wetness to
swirl it around my lower lips and clit. I was seconds from screaming when he finally
stopped altogether.

I yanked my face to see his. He stared at me a moment and then spoke. “I have your
attention?”

“Yes, Sir.” My words were strangled. They sounded like they belonged to someone else.

He picked up the vibrator.

I almost came as he turned it on at the lowest setting.

He set it at the entrance to my pussy and swirled it around, not reaching inside,
and avoiding my clit. “Hold on for me, baby. Let me control you.”

I didn’t acknowledge his words. I couldn’t.

When the vibrator swirled around my clit, I stiffened. My thighs shook from the effort.
Finally, he let the blunt head of the vibrator settle over my clit and thrust three
fingers into my pussy. “Now, baby. Come for me.”

I shattered, screaming as my body shook with the most forceful orgasm I’d ever had.
My pussy gripped at his fingers as they continued to thrust in and out, dragging repeatedly
across my G-spot.