Page 102 of The Games We Play

He’s rough. And I realize he’s right. I need this. We haven’t had sex in a week with my period and his injuries.

And that’s all it takes for me to get with the program. I pull my top and bra off while he continues to fuck me with his fingers. He tugs on my nipple, gripping it tightly, pinching it and twisting it. I jerk forward at the intensity, almost losing my footing.

“Spark,” I gasp.

“So fucking responsive,” Spark grumbles behind me, then bites down on my shoulder, holding me in place.

I feel pinned in front of him. I can barely move. All choices taken away.

His hard cock thrusts slowly against the cheeks of my butt. I’ve gone from panic and worry to sensory overload as he changes the stroke of his fingers.

Deeper.

Slower.

He kisses then bites the back of my ear, my neck. “I own every piece of you, Iris. Even the pieces of yourself you’d rather hide. Give me what I’m waiting for.”

My thoughts disappear into ether as he forces me back into my body.

I shake.

And then the world detonates behind my eyes. “Oh, god, I’m coming,” I gasp.

“Yeah, fucking ride it, little chick.”

And I do, rolling my hips against his fingers. The room spins as my entire body implodes. My breath comes in gasps as the spasms ease.

“Now it’s my turn.”

When he pulls his fingers out of me, I bend forward and slide my panties down my legs.

“Fuck, Iris,” he groans, rubbing his thumb from my clit to my anus.

When I stand, he rolls a condom on. We’re both counting down the days until we don’t need one. He spreads his legs wide on the stool and digs his fingers into my hips as he pulls me back to his chest. He’s so hard, it only takes a moment for him to find my opening, and when he does, he grips my hips and pulls me down on him.

“You’re going to have to do this, Iris. Work me. Make me come hard inside you until I’m strong enough to do it myself.”

The position is awkward. I place my hands on his thighs as I raise and lower myself on him, savoring the vicious sting of friction. There’s no room in my mind for anything other than the feel of his thickness and doing as he says.

His hands roam every inch of me until one hand settles between my legs, and the other pins me against his chest, applying pressure to my throat.

I gasp in a breath.

“Sayrainif you need to,” Spark grunts as he squeezes tighter. He starts to thrust into me, meeting me as I crash down on him. Stars begin to appear in my peripheral vision as his hand tightens around my throat. But I want to take this for him.

And for me.

Time slows.

I leave my body.

It’s raw. Life affirming. Right here and now, everything seems possible.

“Fuck, Iris,” Spark groans. “Yeah, milk me.”

And I do. I come hard again, losing my bearings. Spark lets go of my throat and I gasp in air as he grips my biceps. He slams into me once, twice more, then stays there as a long, punctuated groan escapes him.

Then he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight against him. I can feel his heartbeat against my back. He peppers my neck with kisses. “Precious girl,” he whispers.