Good Game (The System, #1) (79)

Then I go deep, taking him all the way in until he hits the back of my throat. I calm my mind, making my throat relax, then I take him even farther, bottoming out. I hear Aleks hiss above me. His entire length is in me. My eyes water and I fight the reflex to choke. Instead, I close my throat slightly around his tip and start bobbing up and down.

I cup his balls, massaging them as I speed up, wet noises filling the room as I slurp him up. One of his hands comes down momentarily, gripping my hair tightly. I smile against the pain, feeling myself getting wet again. Aleks attempts to pull me back, but I push back down, knowing he must be close.

“Aim true, aim true.”

He lets go of my hair, and I release his dick from my lips. I run my thumb softly around the tip of his cock, still letting my hand work its magic below. I take him back in, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck at him as if he is my god and I’m atoning for my sins.

I let my teeth lightly graze his length.

“Fuck, I’m close.” His voice is dangerously low, and it sends a shiver through my body.

I deep throat him again, tears spilling over and down my cheeks. I release his balls and reach down, touching myself. I moan against his dick as I rub my sensitive clit.

I’m jolted out of my pleasure when he grips my hair, halting my movements. I look up at him, and he smirks at me, dimple on full display.

“I won.”

My shoulders slump. I’m pissed. He was so fucking close.

His self-control is unreal.

I release his dick with a wet pop and lick my lips, still staring at him. He groans, running a hand down his face. I watch his hard dick twitch and give the underside another lick. He pushes himself away from the desk and me, chair rolling back. He stands, bringing his sweatpants back over his dick. Then he sits down and rolls back to the desk.

“Alright, chat, I’m going to take a quick break before coming back to play some Death Valley.” He pauses, reading the comments, and laughing. “Yep, yep. We’ll pick up from last time, hit the casino today. I’ll be back at eight forty.”

I crawl out from under the desk and lean against it.

“Good game, boys. We’ll link up later. Yep. Alright, see you.”

He mutes everything and fiddles with a few things before ripping his headphones off, standing, and lifting me in his arms.

I squeal as he carries me to the couch in the corner, sitting down and draping me over his legs.

“Someone was a bad girl today.”

“You didn’t like my surprise?” I peer at him over my shoulder with big doe eyes.

He snorts. “Oh, I loved my surprise, and I think you are going to love this punishment.”

I grin at him.

He plays with the wings clipped on my back before running his fingers over my ass, playing with the hem of my skirt.

“Fuck, you look sexy. I love this outfit.”

I preen at the compliment, satisfaction blooming in my chest.

“But do you know what it’s missing?”

I shake my head.

He slaps my ass, and I jerk with surprise.

“A little bit of color.” His grin is wolfish as he looks down at me.

“Paint me red,” I throw back, and his eyes darken.

“That’s my girl.”

He shifts me around a little so I’m positioned a bit more comfortably across his lap.

“Before we get started, I want to make sure you know your safe words.”

I nod back at him.

“Green is good, yellow is on the edge, red is stop. Does that make sense?”

“Green, yellow, and red. Got it.”

He strokes my head. “Good. Now I’m thinking ten spanks for the ten minutes you teased me. I want you to count each one, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Then, without warning, he slaps my ass. It’s harder than before. A slight sting.

“One,” I call out.

The second and third slaps are of the same level. The sting is growing warmer, but it’s not uncomfortable.

“You were such a bad girl. Teasing me. Flashing that delectable pussy.” When he spanks me the fourth time, the pain radiates across my entire ass cheek, and I suck in a breath. “Bad girls have to repent for their sins.”

“Four,” I grind out.

The next slap is quick and fast, and it feels like a rubber band hitting me. Heat spreads across my ass, and I hiss at the sensation. But I also feel my arousal building again, my thighs slickening as they rub together with each hit.

“Five.”

“My little angel wanted to take a walk on the dark side and look where it landed you. Sweet little ass red as the devil. Are you sorry yet?”

“Never,” I throw back. A peek over my shoulders shows he’s staring down at me hungrily.

He massages my ass, and I relax against the soothing feeling. My emotions are running wild. A mixture of excitement, lust, and fear. It feels like I’m drunk. I’ve always craved pain with my pleasure. I’ve never been punished before, never had anyone spank my ass, but I’m already addicted.

The sixth slap jolts me out of the false sense of comfort he created, my body jerking in shock. Aleks pinches my ass, and I yelp.

“Number?” he commands.

“Six, six, sorry.”

The next two spanks are harder, but I greedily accept them. My brain blanks as soon as the slaps hit, the pain shocking my system until the pleasure sinks in, blissing me out. It’s like being plunged in hot water and then doused in ice. Your body is at war with the conflicting environments, and it makes everything feel heightened.