Trapped in his End Game (Series)

MELANIE

Every time I think I’ve got him figured out, he throws me another curveball that fucks with my head because he’s right. Breathe.

Just breathe.

But how can I when every lungful of air feels hot and short? It’s something that he does to me, something that’s burrowed deep inside my flesh, running through my veins like a poison. I’m trying to gather my thoughts, but his voice cuts right through them, ringing in my head.

“Your body knows who it belongs to. It wants to serve me.”

Clear your head.

I’m trying to get to know him, to find out what makes him tick, but he has me figured out like a science. His hand sweeps around my neck and sets off a million nerve endings. The way he touches me is soft but sure, like a man completely in his element-every movement is a calculated effort designed to trigger a certain reaction from me. He works me like a master wielding his puppet.

I do want him. Some sick part of me fantasizes about his lips, his body, and even the cock digging into my back. Right now, as he plays with me, I’m thinking about what he’d feel like inside me. My legs tighten and my face heats up. Desperately, I’m trying to cool down.

This is not just desire. This is an opportunity to make him like you.

But haven’t I given up on that already? Haven’t I just fucked that up by trying to attack him?

Stay in control. Stay in control. You were doing so well.

Well, up until I grabbed that fire poker.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I was just so mad. My teeth were grinding as he sat next to me, his lips vomiting lies when he knows what’s really going to happen. Both of know the truth. We both know that my life has an expiration date, give or take a few weeks.

His hand curls around my neck, forcing my face up as he pins my back to his chest. I stare at the popcorn ceiling, shivering in his arms. The fingers at my throat feel like blades scraping over my skin. His breath is like an icy gust of wind over my cheeks. Every inch of me is terrified.

“Since you tried to hurt me, I’m going to punish you with what I know you hate.” The gravelly voice sends a hot shiver down my spine.

I whimper, thinking of the dungeon, but somehow I don’t think it’s that.

He lifts the hand playing with my pussy and he brings his shining fingers to my face, smearing my juices over my cheek.

“You hate being humiliated.”

The cheek smeared with my arousal burns as he pushes me forward and laughs at my furious expression.

He’s also right about that.

We walk out of the den into the kitchen where the floor is still scattered with food. My legs tremble as we walk up the stairs together, Tommy’s chest bumping into me as he gently holds my shoulder. The shaking in my legs makes it hard for me to walk, and then he stops me in front of the doorway of his bedroom. I turn around, hating how shrill my voice sounds.

“Tommy, you don’t have to do this.”

A wide, dimpled smile stretches over his handsome face as he takes my throat, gently pushing me backward into the room.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to do this to you.”

A carnal look possesses his face as he reaches down to my waist and pulls the t-shirt from my head.

“So fucking long.”

The longing in his voice strikes another chord inside me. I feel the twang in my chest and the vibrations dizzy me. I can’t breathe until he touches me again. The only thing between us is Tommy’s t-shirt and jeans. The white fabric jumps slightly with his heartbeat. I place a palm against his stomach-a shove that becomes a caress.

I just can’t fucking hurt him, even though I hate him. I can’t do it when his eyes look at me like that-like I’m beautiful.

My heart hammers faster when I feel his muscles rippling under the thin cotton. There’s so much vitality in those muscles. I can feel them heating under my touch. I’m stunned by the heat in my face as Tommy suddenly pushes my shoulder, throwing off my balance. My knees hit the back of the bed and I sit down.

His hand, rough and comforting, smoothes my cheek as he bends down, his lips nearly kissing me.

“Get on the bed. I want you to lie down for me.”

I gulp down air, my mouth making sounds, but nothing manages to squeak out. The pounding in my head is deafening as he pulls away, making me miss the warmth from his hands. I lean back on the comforter, arms wrapped around myself as my back sinks into the comfortable mattress. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a real bed that I want nothing more than to curl up under the covers and sleep, but Tommy won’t let me.

“You’re not going to be able to close your eyes for much longer,” he says with a deep chuckle.

I have no fucking idea what he has planned. The familiar sound of metal clinking together grabs my attention and I open my eyes as cold metal links around my ankle. He closes the handcuff and attaches it to a rope affixed to the corner of the bed. He does the same with the other ankle, spreading my legs wide. My face heats up.

“What’s the matter, hon? You’re embarrassed that I can see your pussy?”

I look away from his infuriating smile.

“I asked you a question,” he says in a firmer tone.

“Fine. Yes.”

“Why shouldn’t I be able to see something that’s mine?”

A blaze travels up my chest. “I’m not yours.”

He smiles, shaking his head. “We’re going to have to fix that tonight. I’m going to hear you beg. I’m going to hear you say that your pussy belongs to me.”

My choked laughter rebounds in the room. Then he seizes my arm, pinning it behind my head. He handcuffs me to the headboard, and then does the same to the other hand. A growing sense of panic fills my head when he sits down next to me, grinning like a devil.

He places his palm on my stomach and my eyes roll up in my head. Damn it, but it feels good. I move my arms, wincing when the handcuffs cut into my wrists. The palm on my stomach slowly moves upward, the heel of it slightly dragging on my skin, and then he reaches up. His hand swallows one of my tits, and I let out a shaking breath.

Tommy shifts closer so that he sits next to my head, and then he leans over, slightly massaging my breast. It feels incredible and yet violating at the same time. I never asked for this-never wanted him the way he wanted me to, and yet here I am, enjoying it. His mouth is an inch from mine and then his weight presses on me slightly. His smiling lips hungrily devour mine, sucking, biting, and hardly leaving me with air. I find that I don’t really need it, because he’s giving me something that I need much more. It’s like the time we kissed on the couch, which seems like a lifetime ago. I knew nothing about him, only that he was dangerous. For a moment he made me forget about all the shit in my life.

He makes me forget now.

I kiss him back as his fingers play with my tits, giving in to that deep hunger for him that confounds me. He strokes the side of my face, and it’s so tender. Then he pulls away, leaving me gasping for more.

“I want to hear you beg for me.”

“I hate you.” But my voice lies to the feeling swelling my heart.

His eyes lift in excitement and his laughter spreads over my cheeks like fire. I do hate him. I love his hands on me, but I hate him.

The mattress bounces as he stands up from it, reaching under the bed for a box, where he pulls out a small metallic egg with some sort of wire attached to it.

“Oh, I think you’ll be singing a different tune soon enough.”

He moves down the bed with it, and I’ve no idea what it is. Is he going to electrocute me? Tommy climbs over the bed, straddling my legs as he lowers the device to my pussy, which contracts at the cool touch. The sound of violent buzzing immediately fills the air, and suddenly I’m in the throes of ecstasy. The metal egg vibrates against my clit, sending jolts of electricity everywhere.

“Oh my God!”

He laughs, giving me a greedy look as my back arches against the pleasure rolling through me. He slides the metal egg calmly, up and down. I feel it singeing every nerve. Everything is on fire and I moan loudly as he leans forward to grab my breast again. He pinches the nipple ruthlessly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I-I don’t want-”

What don’t I want? The muscles inside me call for something thick to fill their depths, for Tommy’s legs to wrap around me. For his body to thrust inside me-No!

I will not fucking beg him!

He pushes the egg inside me, his fingers probing through my wetness. I clench hard, wanting it deeper. More. A second loud buzzing fills the room and I shake my head violently.

“No, please!”

He grins and touches the second egg over my clit.

It’s like an explosion. Pleasure and stimulation beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. My back arches and I scream out loud. Fuck, it feels so good and he feels so good. He attaches it there to my clit with a small piece of tape and straddles my waist. All I can think about is his legs pressed against my sides. He sits up, watching me struggle as he removes his t-shirt. He’s not overly muscled, but there’s not an inch of fat on him. I want to run my hands over his broad chest to feel the hardness of his muscles.

My back arches again as another jolt seizes my pussy, riding me higher. He leans forward as I jerk against my handcuffs, his hands caressing my tits and pinching my nipples as wave after wave of pleasure rocks inside me. His weight pins me down, preventing me from throwing off the devices.

“Tommy! I can’t-no!”

Christ, this isn’t fair. How am I supposed to fight this?

His breath billows over my face as he laughs at my distress.

Without thinking, I lean forward, catching his lips in mine. His weight bears down on me as his tongue opens my mouth wider, but it’s too much. It’s just making it worse.

“Tommy!”

“Tommy!” he mimics my tone, laughing. “Tell me what you want.”

Then I realize as I stare into his hot gaze-this is what he wants. He wants me to beg. Am I going to let that fucker win, just because he’s teasing me?

No.

I set my jaw firmly, saying nothing. His eyes glitter as he reaches back, finding the egg strapped to my clit. He applies a bit of pressure. More electrical jolts seize my pussy, making me clench hard over the egg vibrating inside me. Oh fuck. I’m going to lose this battle. I’m going to fucking come.

Then he rips off the egg over my clit, and the fire simmers down. Before, it was seconds from explosion. Now it’s just blazing hot. He falls back from me, smiling as he reaches inside me and grabs the second egg. Almost immediately he puts it over my clit. Two fingers slide between my folds, pushing up hard against my raw flesh.

Oh my God.

How does he do this to me? Within seconds I’ve gone mad. I want something longer, harder, thicker. I just want him to fuck me, already. Just fuck me! I scream with my eyes. Do it!

My chest rises and falls hotly, and every time Tommy feels that I’m close to an orgasm, he stops. A shaking sob leaves my chest when he does it again.

“Please. Just do it.”

“Just do what?”

“You know what.”

“I can watch you squirm all goddamn day.”

Another pleasurable jolt seizes my stomach, and I try to throw him off.

“Argh!”

He clicks his tongue. “It could be much worse, wouldn’t you say?”

Not much worse.

Another finger slides inside me, and together they curl upward, fucking my pussy as the maddening egg vibrates against my clit, drenching his hand in my arousal.

“I want you!”

The scream tears from my throat before I can take it back, and his eyes blaze at me, his fingers stopping inside me.

“What did you say?”

He knows damn well what I said.

“Just fuck me already.”

His low, tutting voice fills my ears. “You’re not the one giving out orders, slave.”

“I’m not your-ah!”

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“Please.”

“We’ve been through this, sweetheart. Beg me.”

“I am begging!”

“Not hard enough.” He leans over, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Hot lips descend over mine, pulling me closer to the edge.

“Please, Tommy. I want you to fuck me.”

His face pulls away, no longer looking amused. Dark eyes burn away at my skin. “Say it like you fucking mean it.”

“Fuck me!” I moan to the ceiling, not caring anymore about how ridiculous I must look or how I’m playing right into his hands. All I care about is having every inch of him buried deep, thrusting. His hands burn on my skin. I want him.

His mouth takes my nipple between his lips, and I arch my back, thrusting my tits in his face. He sucks and sucks, mewling, pathetic sounds leaving my lips. A vicious red mark blossoms under his lips on my breast, and then he causes another searing welt, the pain and pleasure mingling together.

“Tommy!”

A groan escapes from his mouth as he tilts his head toward my face. “You have no idea how fucking hard that makes me.”

“What?”

“When you say my name like that.”

I can hardly pay attention to what he’s saying. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as the egg tortures me, bringing me to the brink only for his fingers to stop moving inside me. He slips out of me and brings his hand to my face.

“Suck every drop from my fingers.”

I don’t want to. It’s humiliating and gross, but to get him to fuck me I’ll do anything. Anything. My mouth closes over his fingers, my lips sucking my arousal from his skin. I can taste myself. It’s so humiliating-it makes my cheeks burn like a furnace, and when it’s over he smiles at me.

“Good girl.”

I’m still in agony. I wrench my hands against the cuffs, wishing I could place them between my legs. A few thrusts and I could get off. He slides off the bed and I cry out, thinking that he’s going to leave me here. He gets a key instead and unlocks the handcuffs around my feet. My heart jumps as he slowly slides his jeans off his narrow hips, down his muscular thighs. My mouth waters when the black briefs quickly follow the jeans, and then he climbs on the bed, my thighs wrapping around his naked waist. His cock aims at my entrance, but he doesn’t shift forward. He just stares at me with that heavy, lust-laden look. His palm sweeps over my inner thigh, and my pussy clenches just from the unexpected warmth.

What the hell is he waiting for?

“Earlier, you said that you didn’t belong to me.”

He leans forward, his cock flattened against my pussy as my legs push against my chest, vibrator still going madly. “I need you to accept the fact that your body belongs to me, that if I’m not obeyed without question, you’ll be punished downstairs with nothing to see, hear, or feel.”

I groan as his cock rubs against my clit, nudging the egg as his head nuzzles my ear.

“When I tell you to spread your legs, you do it. When I want you to suck my cock before feeding you, you’ll drop to your knees. And if I want to fuck you-” I groan again as he nudges me, “you’ll take off your clothes and beg for my cock. You’re mine, understand?”

He suddenly digs his fingers around my neck and I nod.

“Yes, I understand!”

He smiles. “Now tell me that you’re mine. Beg me.”

A surge of fire joins the lust burning between my legs. I fucking hate him for what he’s done to me, but I want him so badly. “I’m yours. My body belongs to you, Tommy.”

The mention of his name makes his eyes roll in his head. “Fuck.”

The control vanishes from his eyes and he moves back. The bulge of his cock sits at the base of my pussy and at once he thrusts hard, the whole length of him filling me with ecstasy. The egg still vibrates on my clit, and the combined pressure from his cock makes me lift my head and scream. He sinks into me and tries to swallow my screams with his mouth, but I break away from him and he kisses my neck. Oh my God.

His hips pound into mine, his cock throbbing deep inside me. His hands are all over and my heart hammers so hard I feel my chest vibrating.

“Jesus, Tommy!”

“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard you’ll never want anyone else.”

The promise hisses in my ear and I tighten my legs around him, my eyes screwed shut. The egg brings me closer and closer, and every amazing thrust nudges me to the edge, and then I scream into his ear, half-sobbing with relief when my pussy clenches hard around him. A wave of respite momentarily spills over my limbs, but the egg keeps vibrating over my clit. Tommy’s cock pulses inside me, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Then it climbs up again, and again. He stops momentarily and pulls out of me.

“No, please don’t!”

He hears my plea and smiles, his body slick with sweat. “You are too much.” Then he moves forward, his legs straddling my chest. His cock shines with my juice, and he moves it over my lips so that it smears. I open my mouth and he slides inside with a groan.

“That’s it. Suck everything off.”

With my hands restrained, I can’t hold him. I can’t touch him. It drives me mad, but my head moves up and down his cock, sucking hard until I see his eyes close. His fingers curl into my hair when he hits the back of my throat. The egg sends convulsions up my legs, and I look into his eyes, pleading. He pops out of my mouth.

“Please, Tommy. I want you inside me.”