Page 45 of The Game
The tenor of his voice rings with something familiar; it is dark and sinister and verging on the edge of the kind of sex I’ve come to crave. I should’ve guessed my attraction to Teddy wasn’t random; he’s dominant in his own way, a frightening way, and it calls to me.
“I…I just…” I grumble, frustrated and unable to find the right words. I just want to feel connected to someone again. To feel that high, that attachment.
“It’s okay,” he whispers back, shifting us so that I am facing him, his eyes finding mine through the dark as he smooths his fingers over my cheek again. A line forms between his brows as he studies me. “It’s okay to want sex, even if it’s not with them.”
A sudden lump rises in my throat, and I almost chicken out and run to the couch, but he is so warm, his touch so reassuring, so gentle but also so igniting. His gaze softens before he speaks, but my eyes are glued to his pupils, how dilated they are right now. It’s consuming, his darkness.
“I’m here for however you need me, Alice.”
My eyes flicker to his lips as I bite my own, his words churning up things in my veins that are so conflicting. Burning desire and unrelenting guilt. There was a time not too long ago I felt the same, but it was for much different reasons. Here and now, though, I know I have to be honest. Tears slip to the tip of my nose, and he’s quick to brush them away.
“I still love them,” I whisper, my eyes flicking back up to his. He’s smiling softly, no trace of shock or resignation or anger in his eyes as I’d expected.
“I never doubted that. I just know you’re hurting without them, that you miss intimacy, connection. I would…I would do that for you…” he trails off, my stomach knotting up. He’s sort of just solved half the issues I have with this. I don’t ever want to lead him on, but I should’ve known that he’d have already sensed that.
“I don’t want to use you, not like that, Teddy,” I say.
Swiping the hair from my forehead, he settles his palm gently on my cheek.
“It’s not using if I want it, too. Fuck, it’s been longer than I care to admit,” he says with a chuckle. It loosens more tension in my chest, and I feel the need to tease him a little to lighten the mood and the nervousness we’re both exhibiting right now.
“So it won’t last long, is that what you’re saying?”
He laughs, throwing his head back, his throat bobbing, and it melts my heart.
“Oh, it will. One, I’m high, and two, I know what I’m doing.”
The way the side of his lips curl with that last sentiment has the smile dripping from my face and wetness seeping into my panties. His grin grows, and I swallow a thick wad of saliva. He pulls me closer, our chests flush, his heart beating hard against mine, his scent surrounding me as well as his warmth. My breath catches in my throat as he leans in, his nose just brushing against mine before he slowly rolls his hips toward me.
My eyes shutter closed as a breathy moan escapes me the moment his cock prods against my mound, too many layers of clothing between us.
“Your choice, little Alice. Want me to fuck you to sleep? Or fuck you when you fall asleep?”
“Oh, God,” I whine, my fingers clutching at the waistband of his sweats, my cunt throbbing and my clit aching. His answering chuckle is menacing and self-assured, and I feel myself slipping oh so blissfully into the rabbit hole.
“I’m your only God right now, and you’re going to sacrifice yourself to me like a good little lamb, aren’t you?” he says.
“Yes,” I pant, opening my eyes, gazing intensely into his, ensuring he really wants this as much as I do. “Yes, please…please.”
His eyes turn hard and serious.
“Think about this. Be honest with yourself. Is this what you really want?”
Even as high as I am, I need this, and I know it in my bones. I need that connection, need to feel like there is nothing bad in the world anymore, if only for a little bit. I need a reprieve from this fucked up game, and I’m more than ready for it.
“Yes,” I whisper. His pupils blow wide, and he’s rolled onto me in a flash, not wasting any time as he tears my underwear down my legs and I attempt to shift and help him.
“I fuck hard, Alice. I like to play with blood. I like to make you scream against my palm. I don’t stop, even if you cry..”
We’re both panting as I kick my panties aside and he fumbles with the waistband of his sweats. I understand his warning label, and it makes my insides clench in horrific anticipation.
“I like to be choked, spanked, spit on…” I pause, the words difficult to get out because they still make me feel filthy, even after all this time. Teddy pauses, glancing up at me. The gentleness and curiosity in his eyes makes the words tumble quietly from my lips. “I like to be forced.”
His biting grin makes my toes curl.
“Halloween will be a treat for me, then. But tonight, I just wanna fuck hard.”
The fact that I’ve found someone as freaky as me settles my nerves, and he wrenches my thighs apart. “I’m clean,” he says quickly, settling the thick head of his cock at my entrance, slipping it up and down through my wetness as I groan and shiver and almost come undone from that contact alone.