The Game (8 page)

Riley returned. “Arms above your head,” he commanded. “Don’t cover yourself.”

I tentatively released my breasts and lifted my hands toward the headboard. My chest
rose with the action. I thought I would faint under his gaze.

He set several items on the bed and then tapped my hip. “Lift up a little, baby. Let
me slide this towel under you.”

I dug my heels into the bed and lifted. As I settled back down, Riley squirted a glob
of shaving cream on his palm.

“I’m not sure…”

He met my gaze. “That’s the entire point.
I’m
sure. Let yourself relax into my care.”

I swallowed and closed my eyes.

The second his hand landed on my pussy, I moaned. I was going to come. There was no
way he could possibly shave me without making me come. And that idea embarrassed me.

“Stay still, baby.” His fingers stroked through my hair, spreading the shaving cream
around. “I know you’re aroused. Control the need. Let me work.”

My entire body went rigid as he pressed my legs open wider, my knees bent at an angle
that left me too exposed.

“Don’t move. I don’t want to nick your skin.” He held me steady with one hand, pulling
my skin tight. With the other hand, he dragged the razor over my mound.

I held my breath.

Every stroke across my skin left me more naked.

Riley worked in silence from top to bottom. By the time he was done, I was a ball
of need ready to explode. The only thing that kept me from coming was his avoidance
of my clit. He didn’t touch the bundle of nerves until he was completely finished,
and then only to clean me up with a warm, wet cloth.

I moaned as he wiped my skin of the last of the shaving cream. The air in the room
hit my freshly bared skin and caused my clit to jump to attention.

Riley set his tools aside, wrapped in the towel, and danced his fingers over my nudity.
“So soft. So unbelievably sexy.” He tapped the hood of my clit, making me jump. “So
responsive. Now you really deserve a reward. I’m so proud of you.” Before I knew what
he had planned, his mouth descended. Instantly his lips were wrapped around my pussy,
sucking, licking, teasing.

My hands shot forward to press against his head. It was too much. I was too sensitive.
Or perhaps I was just shocked. No man had ever gone down on me. Hell, I hadn’t ever
given a blow job either.

Riley ignored my hands threaded into his hair and gripped my thighs, holding them
wider, pinning me to the bed.

I squirmed to escape his mouth, mortified at the way he moaned around my pussy.

When his tongue thrust into my sheath, I screamed. “God. Riley. Oh. My. God.” I pressed
harder against his head. I was going to come. Like a tidal wave, the sensations crashed
around me, building with each second.

And then he sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked the tip rapidly with his tongue.

I shot off immediately, my pussy pulsing, grasping at nothing. My clit throbbed inside
his mouth as he continued to torment the little nub with his lips and tongue. He didn’t
ease off until I was completely sated.

With one final reverent kiss to my center, he lifted his face. “Cheyenne, that was
the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Thank you.” He blew across my
sex, making me flinch.

My hands slipped from his head to the bed at my sides. I didn’t have the strength
to close my legs. He was the first man to see me come.

Riley, still fully clothed, climbed up my body, nestled between my legs and held my
head between his hands. “Stay. Be mine. Let me show you what my world is all about.
Give me the weekend. Then you can decide.”

Chapter Nine

I awoke with a start. Something was caressing my nipple. I reached up with one hand
and found another larger hand covering my breast.

Riley.

I flushed. He brought that out in me often.

My back was snuggled against his front where we lay spooned on our sides. His top
leg was lodged between mine, forcing my knee to be bent high.

And his hand was stroking the skin of my breast, his thumb rubbing across my nipple
in a steady rhythm.

I arched into his touch, wetness leaking between my legs. My fingers grasped at his
on top of my chest. “Riley…”

“Mmm.” He nibbled a path up my neck to my ear. “Even your skin is sweet.”

I writhed beneath him.

He held me tighter, pinching my nipple and then plucking it outward. The sharp pain
was immediately eased when he released the tip and thrummed it again. “Love the little
noises you make.”

“I need you. How long is this moratorium on sex going to last?”

He chuckled. “Not going to fuck you. But if you need me inside you, I’d be happy to
oblige between those sweet lips of yours.” He smoothed his hand up my chest and ran
his thumb across my bottom lip.

I hesitated. I’d never given a blow job. What if I didn’t do it right?

“No one’s been in here, have they, baby?”

I shook my head. My tongue slipped out to lick my lips, bumping into Riley’s thumb.

He slid his thumb into my mouth. “Suck, baby.”

I drew him in, swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking.

Riley moaned. “Jesus. That’s all there is too it.” He plucked his thumb out. “Enough
practice.”

I twisted around until I was on my back, facing him. The dim light from outside filtered
through the window. We hadn’t closed the blinds when we went to sleep.

I wondered what time it was, knowing it was the dead middle of the night. We hadn’t
been asleep long. Nevertheless, I felt rested and wide awake. The prospect of tasting
Riley’s cock had me on full alert. “I’d like that.”

He grinned, his eyes rolling. “You’re killing me.” He flopped onto his back and hauled
me over the top of him. “I won’t do anything to control you this first time. Don’t
feel pressured. This isn’t a demand. Just do what feels natural. If you don’t like
it, stop.”

I sat next to him, my gaze wandering down his naked chest and lower. The sheet had
pulled away. He’d hardly given me a chance to ogle his body before we went to sleep.
I’d been sated after the shaving and ensuing intense orgasm. When Riley had slipped
into bed to spoon at my back, I’d snuggled closer and let him envelop me. The most
I knew about the size of his dick was from feeling it pressing against my butt.

I shoved the sheet completely away from him and then crawled lower to sit next to
him. His cock bobbed in the air, fully erect and significantly larger than either
of my two previous partners. When he did finally take me, the stretch would be tight.

Setting my hands on his belly and thigh, I leaned forward. I flicked my tongue over
the tip of his cock first, gathering the leaking precome and tasting his essence.
Salty. The desire to possess this man with my mouth in the same way he had done to
me consumed me.

I didn’t hesitate. I closed the distance and sucked him deep into my mouth.

Riley’s hand landed on my head. His fingers burrowed into my hair. “Jesus. God. Cheyenne.”
His voice trailed off.

The tone of his voice gave me the strength to continue. He was aroused. I did this
to him. I stroked the thick vein on the underside of his cock with my tongue as I
pulled off and then sucked him back in.

“Baby… Lord. Slow down. I’m going to come too fast.”

I didn’t frankly care how fast he came. In fact, I loved the power I had over him.
And it was only fair after the way he’d consumed my pussy last night. I let my cheeks
cave in as I sucked him in deeper.

Riley groaned loudly. His body stiffened beneath my hands. He gripped my hair and
tugged on my head. “You need to release me baby. I’m going to come.” His words were
gritted out. And I had no intention of obeying that command. Somehow I didn’t think
he would mind this particular disobedience.

When I lowered my face to consume him more fully, he released my hair and stroked
the back of my head instead. “Ahh, baby. Jesus.” His cock stiffened further, and then
he came, his come shooting down my throat.

For a second I was shocked by the force, and my gag reflex kicked in, making it difficult
to breathe. And then I swallowed in rhythm with each pulse of his cock, suckling his
length until he was spent.

He didn’t go completely flaccid. Instead, his shaft remained almost rigid inside me
as I slipped off. Sudden embarrassment slammed into me. I didn’t even know why. I’d
sucked him off. He hadn’t complained. In fact, he’d seemed to rather enjoy the act.
I had no explanation for the flush creeping up my cheeks.

Riley reached for my face, cupped both sides, and nudged my head to lift. “Look at
me, Cheyenne.”

I lifted my gaze.

“That was unbelievable. I’m so honored.”

I nodded.

“Come here.”

I crawled up beside him, my face level with his.

He pulled me into his side with a hand wrapped around the back of my neck and angled
my lips to his.

The kiss was powerful. Our first kiss, last night at the party, had been all-consuming.
This one was different. It reached deep inside me as if he were communicating with
me through our lips. I lifted my top leg and threw it over his. My pussy ground into
his thigh. The instantaneous renewed arousal shocked me.

He deepened the kiss further, sucking my tongue into his mouth and then thrusting
his own into mine in a way that made me long to have him inside me. Teasing. Tempting.
Torturing me.

When I pulled back to gasp for air, I realized I had been grinding my pussy against
his thigh. I was soaked, my clit throbbing with need.

I gasped and stopped moving, biting the inside of my cheek at the arousal that pulsed
through my body. No way was I going to beg him to fuck me. But it was hard.

“Don’t stop.” His hand slipped down to my bare ass and pressed me against him. “I
love the little noises you make when you’re aroused.”

I lowered my gaze. No way was I going to masturbate against his leg. Not now that
I was conscious of the act.

“Cheyenne, I want you to come. Continue.”

I shook my head. “I’m good.”

Before I had even a second to catch my breath, Riley bolted to a sitting position
and hauled my small frame across his lap, face down.

I gasped. My belly rested on his legs. My breasts hung over one side. I pressed into
the mattress with my hands, trying to lift off him, but he held me down with a hand
to my back.

His other hand smoothed over my ass. “I have rules, Cheyenne.”

I held my breath. What was he going to do?

“I want you to submit to me. I want you to get the full experience this weekend. In
order to do that, you have to let go and obey me. If not, we’ll have accomplished
nothing.”

I whimpered and squirmed against him, hating that in this position of submission I
was more aroused than I had been grinding my pussy against his thigh moments ago.

“Do you understand?”

I nodded. Though I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing to.

“Words, Cheyenne.”

“I understand,” I lied.

He pinched my ass, making me squeal. “What I want to hear from you is ‘yes, Sir.’
In addition, I never want you to lie to me. I won’t tolerate lying.”

“I… Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to spank you now.”

I stiffened, another whimper escaping my lips. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“That’s okay.
I’m
sure. And in the future, you’ll think twice before you lie to me.”

“I didn’t—”

He cut me off. “Stop while you’re ahead, baby. Never tell me you don’t need to come
when I can clearly see you do. And never insinuate you have understood a directive
when it’s obvious you have not. If something isn’t crystal clear to you, ask for clarification.”

Damn he was astute. “Yes, Sir.”

“Take a breath and let it out.”

I managed that simple task.

His hand lifted off my cheeks and landed a sharp stinging slap.

I winced.

He rubbed the spot with his palm. “Did that hurt?”

I shook my head. It shocked me, but it didn’t really hurt.

“See? It’s all in your head. Concentrate on my palm against your skin. Nothing else.”
He landed another blow.

I flinched, but it wasn’t as bad as the first.

A third spank met with the junction of my thighs and my ass cheeks, shocking me with
the powerful combination of pain and pleasure so close to my sex. I moaned before
I could stop myself.

Riley chuckled. “Don’t come, baby. You don’t have permission to come while I’m punishing
you.”

A deep burn crawled up my face.

He held me firmly against his lap and continued to spank me three more times.

My pussy pulsed with need. My face ticked with embarrassment.

And then he rubbed my ass with his hand, molding the tender flesh.

I slumped against his thighs, letting my breasts press into the mattress, my forehead
against the sheet. I fisted my hands at the sides of my face, breathing heavily.

Riley lifted me, turned me around, and cradled me against him like a child. He brushed
the hair from my face and tucked it tenderly behind my ear. “You did well, baby. I’m
proud of you.”

I blinked up at him, my emotions all over the place.

“What are you thinking?” He smiled. “And be honest.”

“That’s humiliating.”

He nodded. “That’s the idea. It wouldn’t be an effective punishment if it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t like it.”

“Good.”

I bit my lower lip. This was the strangest conversation I’d ever had. The man—this
Dom—was rocking me against his chest in the middle of the night after spanking my
bare ass for lying to him.

Crazy.

His hand landed on my thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”

I braced myself against him and wiggled to free myself, wishing he would put me down.
The arm wrapped behind my back held firmer. “Open for me. Don’t make me repeat myself,
Cheyenne.”

As if I were a puppet, I spread my sex open.

Riley reached between my legs and stroked his fingers through my pussy. “So wet. Jesus,
baby. You’re so needy.”

He pushed two fingers into my sheath and curled them forward so they pressed against
my G-spot.

I writhed, reaching forward to grasp his hand and push at it. The last thing I wanted
was for him to realize how horny I was right after being spanked.

“Let go of my hand, baby.”

I tucked my face against his chest and dug my heels into the mattress.

Riley held steady with his fingers deep inside me. “Move your hands away, Cheyenne.”
His voice was firm. Commanding.

I let go, my fingers shaking.

“Good girl. You need the release. It’s perfectly normal after being spanked. Sometime
I’ll grant that need. Other times I’ll leave you needy. You will not choose.”

I shivered, uncertain what to do with my hands.

“Pinch your nipples for me, baby. Bring them to stiff peaks while I fuck you with
my fingers.”

I shuddered.

He reached deeper, too slowly, his palm flattening against my pussy, the base grinding
into my clit and holding steady. “Nipples. Make them hard. Don’t hesitate.”

I lifted my shaky fingers to my tits and caressed them. They seemed far more sensitive
than reasonable. A low moan escaped my lips as I took each nipple between my thumbs
and forefingers and squeezed.

“That’s it. You keep them hard, and I’ll keep fucking you.” His hand moved again,
pulling out and thrusting back in.

I tried to lift my pelvis, arch upward, but to no avail.

He held me steady and fucked me fast and hard with his hand. In seconds I was at the
peak. His thumb landed on my clit and pressed.

My head rolled back against his arm. Like a completely wanton slut, I pinched and
plucked my own nipples for the man—partly because I enjoyed the slight sting of the
pain, but also because I wanted to come so badly it overrode any other thought.

And then I was right there, my body rigid, my heels pressing deeper into the mattress.
My mouth fell open and I shattered, moaning with every pulse of my sex as though there
were a connection between the gripping of my sheath and the sound from my lips.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a good girl.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“So sexy. You’re like a breath of fresh air. When you come, it’s like it’s always
the first time.”