Page 51 of Corrupt Game

“Harder and harder, timing my thrusts with each slap of my hands until you’re ready to come. In that moment, I’ll reach around and pinch your nipples again until you crest the ridge.”

I came unglued as my body rose off the bed.

“Fuck.” The moans of pleasure from my lips shocked me. At the same time, they excited me, and I began to thrash on the bed, the need for release building intensely.

“I’ll slowly pull almost all the way out before thrusting roughly again. Your ass taking all of my length, ready to keep youhovering on the edge. Only to slow down and tease you as I barely move in and out.”

“More,” I gasped. “I need more.”

Anger filled me as I hung on the balance. I hated him, and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but at the same time I was unable to stop from asking because my body’s reactions were beyond my control.

“Oh, I’ll give you more. My dear Colette.” His voice spoke my name as if it was a caress.

The use of my name in a familiar tone caused me to spontaneously fall over the edge as I began to scream.

“As your release begins, I’ll thrust hard and deep, making it last longer and longer until I come as well. Your ass filling with my seed, as I respond to your body’s tremors. Deep and full of my cum, I’ll pause until your breathing slows.”

“When you can handle my withdrawal, I’ll slide out, leaving my cum dripping from your ass as a reminder of who you belong to.”

I guess if he had really done it, taking his hard cock from my ass, I imagined his cum leaking out and running down my leg.

Shocked at how intensely his words had brought me to a climax. The edge of the cliff I’d been on had been a high free fall.

I’d come without him actually touching me or even touching myself for that matter.

The only sounds in the room were the sounds of my heavy breathing as I tried to regain control.

My body and the wet spot underneath me were testaments to how deeply I was affected by his voice.

The silence spoke volumes.

Slightly unused to speaking over the past few days, my voice sounded huskier.

“Thank you.” I couldn’t stand to not be polite. It had been ingrained from years in the foster system. Those with manners were treated slightly better than those who didn’t use them.

“Remember, you chose this.”

His words came out a bit sharper than normal. I didn’t cringe as much.

Chapter 17: Ian

Control gone, I stayed to watch her in person rather than over the monitors.

It was more on the creepy side, but I’d been using my advantage of the night vision glasses the entire time she’d been down here.

This gave me a better view of her actions, and I didn’t have to watch through the monitor, which felt so impersonal.

This also gave me the scent of her. Having that had made me hungrier for her. I could taste her on my tongue, and I had never even stolen a kiss.

When any of the women became my assistant and signed the contract, it was almost as if I owned them. Unless they left or asked to leave, they were mine to play with as I wanted. Not really slaves, but many would view it as that.

By using the contract as the backup safe word, I felt I could do almost anything to them and still ignore their protest as long as it was reasonable.

A shade of gray that bordered on dark. Maybe that was why I preferred to play with them in the darkness for a while before bringing them into the light. I had to be sure that they were okay with all the things I wanted to do with them and to them.

Everyone protested when they didn’t like something or it was new and different. Each of their screams filled me with a sense of energy. That was one of my favorite things: their screams. Not in a sadistic way, but it meant that I was doing something right.

Screams during sex were an indication that all of their senses were being fine-tuned to give the greatest amount of pleasure.