Trapped in his End Game (Series)

I can see him fighting with a smooth remark, but instead he growls in frustration and crushes his lips against mine. Then he pulls back.

“Turn that beautiful body around.”

He gets off me and I cross the handcuffs so that I’m on my knees. He moves behind me, his knees between mine. A broad hand slides over my back, tingling my skin as he gathers a fistful of hair and pulls me back. The pebbled crown pushes between my lips and enters me slickly. I nearly cry with happiness when he ruts me hard, using the other hand to massage the egg still strapped to my clit. Then he rips it off because I hardly need it anymore. I’m his. I belong to him. I’ve completely succumbed.

White flag. I surrender.

He alternates between grabbing my shoulder and groping my tits, which swing with the jerking of his hips. His moaning and animalistic growls fill my ears, ramping up the pleasure pounding through me. I clutch the bars of his headboard, barely able to avoid being thrown into them. His cock strikes me deeply, filling me completely. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. My throat rips with a scream. Every thrust is painful as hell, but there’s so much pleasure riding along my clit that I confuse the two. They’re the same.

Finally he hammers me so hard that I’m thrown forward, collapsing on the sheets. My face falls into the pillows as Tommy’s weight crushes me. His mouth bites my neck as he pounds me deep. The flesh-smacking sounds, Tommy’s hand crawling under my stomach to grab my breast, and his lips drive me to the edge. I scream his name as convulsions rip through my body and his voice lifts in a crescendo, a long, drawn-out yell. His cock twitches inside me and warmth fills my pussy. Heaving breaths fill my ears as his hips thrust and hold me there until his legs shake. Wet kisses plant all over my back as my stomach still shakes with my orgasm. Tommy breathes against my back for several moments, swearing under his breath.

I feel absolutely broken. Undone. Completely shattered in a million pieces.

I lost.

He pulls out of me and reaches for the handcuffs, springing me free. He tosses them aside and falls back into the pillows, his eyes closed. His arm snakes under my shoulders and he pulls me into his chest, and my arm splays across him. My head nestles in the crook of his shoulder. It feels nice.

I still hate you.

Buried beneath the pleasant glow is a well of self-disgust, steadily rising up the walls like vomit. He took advantage of me. How could I let him do that? There was only one thing I hadn’t given to him, and now that’s gone. The few scraps of my dignity I’d managed to hold on to were ripped to shreds. He took them from me and cruelly tore them apart in front of my face. I can just feel him gloating from the way he strokes my body. I can imagine the smile on my face, and acid burns in my throat.

“Tommy…”

He turns his head, listening.

“You’re a fucking bastard.”

I hear the smile in his voice. “I did nothing to you that you didn’t want.”

It’s not just what he did to me. I mean this. Now. Being held by him and liking it. Feeling something fluttering in my chest when he says my name.

“You were everything I hoped for and more.”

What the fuck does that mean?

I’m just so tired of fighting him. His chest rises and falls like the tide and the sound of his breathing lulls me into a peaceful drowsiness. His hand draws circles on my back.

* * *

A small beeping. It drags me out of dreams. The first sensation I notice is how sore my body is. It’s a pleasant sort of soreness, like when you’ve worked out the day before.

Or been fucked until your body is numb.

Then I feel the thick blankets over me, and the body stirring next to me. There’s light behind my eyelids. Lots of it. It must be morning.

A low voice hisses.

“What? Everything’s going fine, I told you not to call me. No, Jack, that’s not a good idea. I said, no. I think that I’m the guy who’s got this under control. If you show up, you could fuck up everything I’ve-fine. Bye.”

My insides freeze when he tosses the phone aside and turns to face me. My eyes are firmly shut.

“You heard?”

I press my lips against each other, determined not to speak. To pretend to be asleep.

“Melanie, I know you’re awake. Your breathing changed.”

“Yes, I heard.” My eyes fly open.

His hair sprawls over the white pillow and his eyes look a bit red, as if he spent the night tossing restlessly. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

I try to swallow the bile in my throat. Fine. Yes. Everything will be fine. I have to believe him at this point.

“Let’s take a shower.”

I nod and he slips out of the covers, as naked as I am. He gives me a bright smile and I follow him through the door, which leads to a large bathroom.

I hesitate when he closes the door. I’ve no idea how to handle him now. Hell, I don’t have a handle on myself right now. Everything’s confused. There’s heat in my chest instead of that chill I usually feel when he looks at me.

Something changed between us. It wasn’t just the sex. He gave himself completely to me last night, and so did I. Now I don’t know how to act around him anymore.

Tommy twists the knobs of the shower and at once turns on me, his hands creeping around my head. “So, how did you like last night?”

I can’t think when he digs his fingers in my scalp like that. “I think you know.”

“Oh I do. I just want to hear you say it.”

The cocky smile he wears confirms my suspicions.

“It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

He wraps his hands around my face and pulls me into a soft kiss. His lips are barely there but they make my heart pound, and they make me gasp for breath. I’m pushed into the hot shower, and Tommy climbs in after me, shutting the glass door. I watch him as he lifts his neck over the showerhead, water spraying down his chest. He bends his head and the shower streams down, flattening his hair.

I can’t let this happen. I need to fight back the only way I know how.

Make him want you.

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy looks shocked as he tilts his head, still smiling as if he must’ve misheard me. “What?”

He backs against the wall, hiding his confusion under a smirk as I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my body into his.

“I’m sorry I never gave you a chance.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was just scared.”

He looks taken aback for a moment and then he squeezes my waist. “Doesn’t matter. I have you now.”

My face screws up in pain and suddenly a dry sob shakes from my chest. “Yes, it does. This-everything could have been avoided if I’d just been nicer to you.”

I kiss him before he can respond back, and my hands move down his neck and chest.

Make him fall for you.

The water sprays my back with heat, but it’s nothing compared to the blazing fire between our bodies. He deepens the kiss as my hands move down his hips and wrap around his cock, which is already at full mast.

Our lips break away and I sink to my knees, facing his cock. He looks down at me with a puzzled expression. “Melanie-” His words cut off into a low moan as I flick my tongue over the head.

I wrap my lips around him, creating a tight seal as my tongue sticks out, making swirls on his underside. His eyes close and he bites his lip as if he’s trying not to smile and then his hand balls in my hair. The pressure in his hand builds as he pushes the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him down my throat. I open wider, struggling to accommodate his girth as the shower echoes with his groans. My lips suck hard over his head and then his hips push against my mouth, shoving his throbbing length down my throat. He takes my head with his hands and thrusts deeply, water pouring down my lips. I reach underneath him and take his balls in my hand, using my other hand to clench the base of his cock. He hisses between his teeth and another hard thrust jabs the back of my throat.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Tommy’s starting to lose it-his breaths become more frantic and I even feel my own body responding to how turned-on he is. I am controlling him. My body makes him weak, and I’m going to use it to my advantage. He won’t be able to keep his hands off me because of the way I make him feel, and then he’ll never want to let me go.

My throat makes wet, loud noises as he fucks my face, and then he utters a guttural sound and keeps my lips flush against his hips. Then he sighs, the back of my throat filling with cum, his thighs twitching as his cock releases its load into my mouth. He pulls out of my mouth as I swallow him, and then he tugs me upright.

Tommy’s face looks dazed. Happy. “Apology accepted, sweetheart.”