Page 62 of Wanna Play A Game?

“Miles. Help me,” Ryder barks. He’s spreading Sawyer on his knees on the edge of the bed, tying each hand to the opposite bedpost. The bedposts come up higher than most – a feature Ryder uses to his advantage.

I grab Sawyer’s other hand, securing him so his arms are spread to either side.

He sneers at me. “Aren’t you just a kiss-ass, obedient pup.”

Ryder smacks Sawyer’s bruised ass. Sawyer jerks, and Ryder growls, “That obedient pup is going to suck your dick until you’re squirming, so shut the fuck up.”

In one move, Ryder rips Sawyer’s shirt off. Sawyer tests the limits of the bonds, his muscles flexing. Fuck, he looks good.

Ryder pulls off his suit jacket and shirt and stops to look at Cali.

She glares at him.

Ryder turns back around and says lowly, “Sawyer. I’m disappointed in you. You know better than to bring a mark here. We don’t piss where we drink.”

“More fun this way,” Sawyer grits.

“More dangerous this way.” Ryder leans in to bite Sawyer’s ear. “You’ve been leaning far too close to self-sabotage recently, and you’re going to tell me why.”

Sawyer clams up immediately.

Ryder throws me a look. I see the excitement in his eyes. “Undo his pants.”

I do. I feel Sawyer is hard before I even get them down. He’s still kneeling, so I can’t get them all the way off, but I go as far as I can. Sawyer’s dick bobs. Ryder yanks off Sawyer’s shoes and socks.

“Miles, you’re going to play with yourself. Let Sawyer watch what happens when you’re an obedient pup.”

I lie on the bed so I can see both Sawyer and Cali. Her breathing is fast. Seeing her pink cheeks and huge pupils shoots pleasure straight down my dick.

Ryder moves towards the closet, and I see Cali tense.

Wait. She has something in her hand. The fire burns in her eyes, and her body stiffens for action.

“Cali!” I bark, my tone changing immediately.

She startles and looks at me.

“Don’t fucking touch him.”

Ryder glances at me, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. I know he’d kill her easily. Whatever stupid idea she had to hurt him was only going to be dangerous to herself.

Ryder squats down within her reach, saying softly, “Were you gonna try and stab me, vicious thing?”

Cali is still tense, her body trembling. She wisely chooses to say nothing.

“Why is my pup defending you?” Ryder cocks his head. “Hmmm?”

Cali swallows but still doesn’t say anything.

Ryder chuckles and stands. He retrieves what he wants from the closet and returns to the bed. Clothespins.

“Maybe you need a little pain to motivate you, Sawyer.” Ryder leans in and runs his nose across the skin on Sawyer’s ribs. I see the goosebumps prickle on Sawyer, even though his face doesn’t change.

“Touch yourself, Miles,” Ryder barks. “I’m not going to ask again.”

I do. I’m already sensitive from playing earlier and not being allowed to get off, so I go slowly.

Ryder runs a clip up and down Sawyer’s side, tickling him. He chuckles, and then pinches the skin on Sawyer’s ribs, clamping the clothespin on it.