Page 65 of The Taskmaster

He pulled his lips away from mine but kept his face close, as he gasped, “Bedroom. Now.”

It wasn’t far for us to go, and we stumbled towards the door, lost in breathless kisses, and an overpowering need to devour each other.

Once inside, I moved backward, and then as I felt the backs of my legs touch the end of my bed, he took a step back.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded.

I did as I was told and sat on the edge, then crawled backwards until I was closer to the top.

I waited for him to say something, but he just stared, the hint of a smile on his wicked lips as he looked at my legs, then moved his gaze higher and higher until he was staring right at me.

“I think it’s time for another game.”

I could barely breathe, my heart was pounding as I watched him at the end of my bed, naked, his pierced cock standing to attention.

“What did you have in mind?” I managed to reply, nerves spiking as I willed him to climb onto the bed with me. To touch me. To do things to me that’d make me feel alive again.

He tilted his head, and then the hint of a smile he’d been wearing turned into a full-blown grin. “Most people would call it Simon Says, but I don’t want to hear another man’s name in this bedroom, so we’re gonna call itISay.”

I grinned back at him, my stomach in knots of anticipation as my pussy fluttered at the realisation of what was about to happen.

“And what do you say?”

“I say you need to take your fucking clothes off and show me your body.”

He wasn’t messing around. He was jumping right in there, and I was all too happy to put the nightmare of my night behind me and jump in right along with him.

I pulled my hoodie up and over my head, throwing it to the floor and shaking my ruffled hair out.

“Keep going,” he urged, and I gave a low laugh.

“You didn’t say the magic word.”

He nodded with that wicked grin. “I saykeep going.”

I reached around to unhook my bra, and then I pulled it off, my skin prickling as I heard him quietly gasp.

“Fucking beautiful,” he hummed, and I kept going, heat burning my skin, flames licking at my core as I put my fingertips into the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down my legs.

I felt the potency of his gaze on every inch of my skin, scorching a trail of desire that I wanted to drown in as I sat on my bed.

“I said you need to take it all off,” he growled, and the way he spoke with such dominant command made me do exactly that. I pushed my panties down my thighs slowly, tantalising him with the promise of what he wanted to see.

He held his cock in his hand and gave it a few slow pumps as he stared at my legs.

“Such a good fucking girl. Now, do as I say and open your legs wide. Show me that pretty pussy.”

I lifted my knees and slowly opened up to him, feeling the cool air on my soaked pussy as I opened wider.

“More,” he said, and I shook my head and tutted. “I saidwider,” he commanded, and his eyes took on a demonic glow as he stared intently at my pussy. “I want to see everything.”

I opened wider, letting my knees drop, my pussy lips glistening as they parted a little.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he groaned, and I sat there, on show for him, desperate for him to move onto the bed. My pussy was aching to be licked, touched, fucked.

“Touch yourself,” he said, and I reached down to slide my fingers through my pussy, but he clucked his tongue and said, “I didn’t use the magic word. Your hands don’t move until I say so.”

I put my hands on my stomach and waited. I waited as he stood still and tortured me, until every second felt like a minute. And then, speaking so slowly I almost groaned, he put me out of my misery.