Fake Game (The System #3)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

THIRTY-EIGHT

JACKSON

I push her against the wall of the elevator, diving into her sweet kiss. A guy could get drunk off the taste of her.

The doors open to the penthouse, and I pull back, raising one finger to my lips as I grasp her hand with my other. None of the main lights are on in the apartment, and I can’t hear anything coming from either of the guys’ rooms.

“Come on.” I tug her along with me as we quickly slip through the quiet to my bedroom.

I take the time to make sure my door is locked before spinning to face Deer, my hunger growing with every second.

“Ready for your gift?”

“Yup.” She perches on the end of my bed, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits and watches me.

I open my closet and pull out my duffle bag, sifting around until I find the floral pink box. I hand it to her wordlessly, and she holds it, hesitating for a second before popping it open with a gasp.

I can’t tell if it’s one of shock or reverence, and I shift on my feet as she removes one of the bundled ropes from the kit.

“They’re so pretty.” She smiles up at me, running her fingers over the cherry blossom pink jute ropes in a way that has my cock twitching in my pants.

“Mm, they’ll look even prettier tied around your body.”

Her eyes flash with molten heat, and she places the rope back in the box, holding it out to me.

“Show me.”

I smirk, leaning forward to take the box and place it next to her on the bed. Looking at her directly, I tilt my head as I ask, “Show me, what?”

“Show me, please?”

“Good.”

I cup her jaw and bring her into a heady kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and drawing out a gasp. Her hands loop around my neck, and I move to place my knee between her legs on the bed. My other arm snakes around her ribs, and I lay my palm flat on her back, drawing her near.

She tastes sweet and salty—and I continue to kiss her, searching for more of that deliciousness. Her hands shift, her nails digging into my back. Fuck, I love that feeling, the pain she draws out while being so soft and supple beneath me.

I reach down and grip the bottom of her top but pause, reconsidering.

“Take your top off.”

Her hands scuttle to the hem, and she pulls back for a moment to rip it off before crushing her lips back on mine. Fuck, it fuels me how needy she is.

“And the bra.”

She peels off the lacy fabric, tossing it aside. I reach down and give her breasts a squeeze, loving the way her soft skin feels against my rough fingers. I could spend all day worshipping them.

I run my thumb over her dark pink nipple as it stiffens, waiting until just the right moment to give it a pinch. Deer sucks in a short intake of breath, her eyes popping open.

I smirk, moving to her other breast and showing it the same attention. I lean down and give her nipple a suck, circling it with my tongue and running my teeth over the hardened peak teasingly. This time, when I give it a tug, she moans, her hands threading through my hair and tightening. She starts to squirm under me, her legs shifting and clenching. Right where I want her.

“I could spend all night on these,” I murmur before pulling away.

“But—” she starts to protest until she sees me pick up the pink box.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take off the rest of those clothes?”

She quickly stands up, looping her thumbs in her skirt and pushing the material down along with her panties. I spend a moment admiring the way her breasts hang as she bends to step away from the pooling fabric.

She promptly sits back on the edge of the bed, looking at me for further directions.

Perfect.

“I need you to follow my instructions carefully, all right?”

“All right.”

“Once I have these ropes bound and for as long as they stay on, you are mine. Mine to use, fuck, and pleasure however I please. But, if it ever becomes too much and you need me to stop, use your safe word. Remember?”

“Oh, can we not do red? I like to use ‘poppy.’”

My jaw twitches at the reminder that she’s been with other people, but I push that jealousy aside. It doesn’t matter. She is mine now.

“Okay. Poppy. As soon as you say that I’ll stop. No questions asked. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good, now be a pet and raise your arms over your head for me.”

I hold the rope and use a lark’s head knot to tie two parallel lines across her chest, one above and one below her tits, before looping it over her shoulder and bringing it back to weave through the middle of her chest and then back over the other shoulder. I finish tying the basic harness and admire the way her perfect tits are caged by the rope. I run my finger down the center before sweeping under her breast, toying along the material as my dick continues to harden.

“Lie back on the bed and bring your knees to your chest.”

She blushes as she follows my order, and that pinkness intensifies when I reach down and spread her knees farther apart, putting that pretty pussy on display.

I take her wrist and position it just above her ankle, tying two column ties so her arms are restrained to her legs. It’s a simple crab position, nothing too excessive in the grand scheme of Shibari since she can still move around a fair bit, but it does leave her in a very vulnerable position.

I grin down at Deer, running two fingers up her cunt.

Fuck. She’s already so wet.

I reach back and pull off my shirt, tossing it on the floor. Deer angles her head up, watching me as I unbutton my jeans and slip them off along with my briefs. Her pupils widen, taking me in as I fist my cock.

“Do you think you’re ready for this?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know.” I take a few steps forward, continuing to pump myself lazily. “You don’t seem nearly desperate enough.”

“I am, I swear. Please, Jackson.” She shifts in her ropes, fingers stretching out for purchase that she won’t find.

I run my thumb over the bead of precum, swirling it around my head with a groan.

“Jackson,” she whines.

I love it when she sounds needy.

But as much as I want to fill her with my cock right now and watch the way her eyes roll back as I fuck her senseless, I want to have some fun first.

I head back to my duffle, searching around until I find a satin bag and pull the item free. As I stroll lazily back to Deer, I see her trying to angle her head so she can get a look at what I’m holding behind my back. I rest my knees on the edge of the bed, pulling her close to me so her legs are forced open around me.

The sound of buzzing fills the room.

Deer’s doe eyes widen as I bring forward the wand and slowly run it up her pussy. A sigh of relief escapes her as the truth of her dirty need spills across her face.

“Shit,” she breathes out, her hips wriggling, searching for the friction.

Her brows furrow as I hold the vibrating head over her clit, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Her small moans fill the room as I tease her. I watch the way her pussy clenches, like it’s desperate for my cock to fill it.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her hips bucking. “Fuck, it’s too much.”

“Too much? Baby, it’s not enough.”

I up the intensity again, and she lets out a cry that has me smirking down at her. Her ankles dig into my thighs as she struggles against the restraints, her body getting desperate for some sort of relief.

I keep a close eye on her expression, noting the way her brows pinch just a little bit tighter and rise a bit higher.

I rip the vibrator away, and she gasps, staring at me like I’ve just committed the gravest sin possible.

“But-but I was just about to—”

“Come? Did I say you could?”

“No.”

I shut off the vibrator, tossing it toward the head of the bed as I go to my side drawer and pull out a condom. Tearing the foil, I wait a second, giving myself a few pumps as she squirms before me. Deer clenches her thighs as close together as she can while tied up, trying to relieve that pink pussy from all its throbbing.

I roll the condom on, positioning myself back between her legs. I lean down, giving her a soft kiss right as I push myself inside her.

Fuck .

We both let out matching moans. The sensation of finally being inside her is fucking heaven-sent. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now, and nothing could have prepared me for the feeling. I tense up, reminding myself not to come even though it’s the only thing I want.

My mind reverts to its basest instincts. I thrust into her, rough and hard. The force makes her tits bounce between the bindings, and the vision just spurs me on. Mine. Mine. Mine. I continue to pump into her, gripping her thighs to keep her from moving back. She lets out a cry as I angle her hips slightly, giving myself more leverage to sink deeper.

“Keep up those noises, Sparkles, and I’m going to have to gag you. Can’t have the whole apartment hear how sexy you are when you scream.”

She bites down hard on her bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as her arms tug against the restraints.

I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit, massaging it and feeling the way her cunt clenches around my cock in response.

“Oh my Gods. Jackson. Please. I’m going to come.”

Her eyes plead with me, short gasps spilling from her mouth as I fuck her hard. Just as I feel her pussy clench again, I pull out.

“No!” she whines.

The absolute wanton desperation on her face is a beautiful sight.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do.”

I run the head of my dick up her slit, watching the way she whimpers. Then I grab her hips, flipping her over so she’s face down on the mattress, and kneel behind her. She barely has a moment to adjust to the change in position before I tighten my hands around her and push back into her hot pussy with a groan.

My patience isn’t going to last much longer.

I’ve wanted this too much.

I piston my hips, relishing in the way her ass slaps against my skin with every thrust. My nails dig into the flesh around her hips, pressing just enough to leave crescent indents. I let go and slap my hands back down, eliciting a deep moan that turns into garbled pleading.

“You want to come?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Well, too—” thrust “—fucking—” thrust “—bad.”

Her keening whimpers fill the room, and it is music to my ears.

“Does my little slut like when I fuck her like this, from behind like a fucking dog?”

“Yes,” she cries out. “Please, Jackson. I can’t. I can’t keep this up.”

She’s right on the precipice, her entire system going haywire. Tears start streaming down her face as her pussy quivers, fighting for its release.

I fucking love it.

“You can come.”

With just those three words, her body goes slack, the tension she’s been coiling to prevent herself from coming unfurls as her orgasm crashes down. Her pussy gushes, milking my cock for all it’s worth.

“Fuck,” I groan as she lets out a strangled sob.

I continue thrusting, drawing out her release as she continues to mutter praises to the Gods in between all her whimpering. I pull out, tearing off the condom, and run my hand over her release before using it to coat my dick. I only last two pumps before I’m coming—my release painting a beautiful picture over her ass and back. I can’t help it, my eyes squeeze shut as I continue lazily fisting myself through what seems to be the best never-ending orgasm of my life.

“Fuck.” I rest my hand on her ass, breathing heavily as I open my eyes and admire the way she is covered in my cum yet again. “I have to say, Sparkles, white looks good on you.”

She laughs, smiling half deliriously up at me.

I make quick work of heading into my bathroom and grabbing a soft towel, dampening it with warm water before returning to clean her up.

She whimpers when I run the material across her sensitive folds, and even though I’m fucking spent, I still feel my dick twitch at the sound.

I’m careful as I begin untying the rope from her wrists and ankles, taking my time to massage the pink skin. It seems she tugged a little harder than I expected. Nothing bad, but it will take at least the night for the indents to go down.

She stretches her body out like a cat, and I continue to massage her legs to press out the tension that’s built over the last hour. Deer hums, still lost in a daze from the sub drop. I pick her up and carry her into the shower, taking my time lathering her body with my soap and washing her hair.

I grab the pink robe I bought for her and wrap her in it. When I think she has enough lucidity to stand, I rest her against the marbled sink counter and pull out the hairdryer I rarely use and softly dry her hair.

“Can I dry yours?” Her eyes sparkle in that way I love.

“Sure.”

I hand her the black appliance and kneel on the bathroom rug so she doesn’t have to stretch up. Her nails lightly graze my head as she weaves her hands through my hair.

It’s nice. Calming.

By the time we crawl into bed, I’m all but ready to crash, fatigue wrapping its way around me.

“Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like this.” Her voice is soft and drowsy as she snuggles closer to me.

“Me too,” I whisper back. “Me too.”

And I can’t help but notice that us falling asleep together is beginning to become a pattern.

But it’s a pattern I don’t want to break.