Page 9 of Illicit Games

I don’t miss how she presses her thighs together at the fantasy of being watched.

The possibilities… My mind floods full of them.

Each more depraved than the last.

The little siren can’t fathom the floodgates she’s opened.

Nevertheless, I’m unable to comprehend how the image of somebody enjoying the same seductive view of Iris writhing in pleasure as me could make my dick harden and make me want to kill the man simultaneously.

“I want to fulfill every fantasy you dream of, Rainbow. We’ll explore them together. As for letting another person watch you or listen to your moans, it’ll be onmyterms.” Seizing her chin, I make one thing clear. “But know this, watching is all I will allow.”

“I only want you touching me.”

“I love controlling you, but if you ever feel it’s going too far, all you have to do is say stop and I will. If you want me to slow down, you say so. What you will never do is hide if you’re not enjoying something I’m doing to please me. Understand?”

“I will tell you.” Love and trust shine in her eyes as she leans into my touch.

Skimming my fingers down her arms until I reach her wrists, I circle them and bring them to my waist. Dropping my hands, I command, “Take off my briefs, Iris.”

Chapter Three

Kian

Her throat bobs with a swallow.

A prelude of how she’d do the same around my shaft.

My resolve to wait to show my dick broke the second she asked to join me in the shower. It sure as fuck wouldn’t have lasted after she bared her hidden desires.

I keep my fists by my sides as I patiently wait for her to obey.

Especially when her gaze lowers. Immediately her eyes go round at the bulge I’m sporting. My cock is obscenely tenting the front of my briefs. The head peeking over the top, beading with precum. It twitches when her small hands flex against my skin.

She gasps audibly.

“I only have so much patience, Rainbow.”

My low and gritty tone startles her. I track the movement as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth enticingly. My muscles clench, feeling her fingertips trail lower and hook into my waistband.

She tugs, too gently to move an inch.

My erection is too swollen to make it easy.

I stay still as a statue when she tightens her grip and tugs harder, my cock bouncing free and slapping against my lower stomach.

Iris reacts as I predicted she would.

“Oh god!” she cries fearfully.

Her hands move to release my briefs, but I’m faster as I grab them before she can lurch away. A tremor rocks through her nude body as I curl my much larger hands over hers. In a dark voice that I don’t recognize, I say, “Keep going.”

“I…” Her mouth opens and closes. “You…”

“Finish what I asked you.”

Those big blue eyes don’t blink away from my cock, torturing me with the shock swirling in them. The mild apprehension. The fear. The lustful curiosity.

I’m a sick, sick bastard for loving every second of it.