The Game by Jeanne Barrack Read Free Book Online

nipples were tight, begging to be sucked. Licked, bitten.
    Loved.
    He bent and took one luscious tip between his lips and suckled—hard. He squeezed the poor neglected one and twisted.
    “Oh, God, Dave, why are you making me wait? It feels so good when you do that, but I need even more.” Her voice quavered. “Please, please, please—”
    He bit down hard and she arched farther into his mouth. She took his hand, folded it over the clamps and grabbed his head, pressing it against her breast, threading her fingers through his short, silky curls.
    “Oh, God, that’s good, so good, so—ahh.”
    She sank onto his penis and slowly moved up and down, her buttocks slapping against his thighs. She moaned.
    “I love the feel of your penis in me. It’s so slick. So…hard. So…good.”
    Dave thrust up, lifting her. He smiled. “You like my prick?” He thrust harder, deeper. “Never asked. Am I your first circumcised lover?”
    She nodded, beyond speech.
    “It’s a whole different sensation, right?” He laughed. “No wonder you like it better without a condom.” He fumbled around in the sheets until he found the clamps, placed them on her engorged nipples and tightened them.
    She whimpered.
    “You like that, babe? I’ll make them tighter, real tight.”
    He watched as she winced and then sighed with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she flung her head back, trying to catch her breath. He grasped her ass and squeezed, spreading her cheeks and speeding his movements. Shari gasped, thrilling him with her response. He increased the clamps’ pressure again.
    And she flexed her inner muscles, milking him.
    Now he groaned.
    How much more could he take? How much more could she take? How much more could she give him?
    He grabbed her shoulders, then cupped her flushed face. “Look at me, babe. I’m gonna pull out and turn you over on your belly and then…”
    “And then?”
    “And then I’m gonna cuff you and fuck your brains out.”
    He pushed her off none too gently and brought her hands together above her head. With the ease of long practice, he cuffed and looped her hands over the raised center of the headboard. She lay naked, facedown, her curved behind like a ripe plum.
    “You are so fucking beautiful, Shari. Every single, fucking inch.”
    She turned her head around, her lips rosy and bruised, her eyes mesmerizing him with their intensity. “Spank me first. I should be punished for not telling you sooner what I like the best.”
    “Should I use the flat of my hand?”
    “Yes, please. Please?”
    Dave kneeled behind her and raised her ass. He placed his legs on either side of hers and took a moment to run his hands across her soft, creamy skin. God, he hated to mar her. But it was what she wanted, and he wanted to give her what she asked for. Then he’d kiss her stinging flesh and make her beg him to make love to her.
    Smack! Smack!
    “You should never keep secrets from me. Not if you don’t wish to be punished.”
    Whack! Whack!
    “Don’t ever lie to me again.”
    Swat! Swat!
    “Swear it!”
    He raised his hand for one more blow, but Shari forestalled him.
    “I swear! I swear! Oh, God, I don’t want to wait any longer. Now, make love to me, I’m begging you!”
    Dave drew closer to her lightly bruised and reddened flesh and, as slow, thick, rich honey pouring from the jar, he laved her tender behind with his tongue.
    “Oh God,” she moaned and arched her back.
    He swirled the tip of his tongue back and forth between the two dimples at the base of her spine, then reached around and twisted the nipple clamps again.
    She jumped.
    “Jesus! Fuck me now!”
    “Your wish is my command.”
    And he began the slow inexorable thrusts.
    She moaned as his penetration increased, bringing her closer and closer to a cataclysmic orgasm.
    And then he was right there with her.
    * * * *
    “Why are you torturing yourself?”
    Marcie’s voice reeked with something too close to pity for Frank’s taste.