Page 7 of Wanna Play A Game?

I stiffen.

“Hey, sir.” Miles jogs to walk beside him. “I understand if you can’t say – I’m prior military myself, so thank you for your service – but who called it in?”

The cop looks back at Miles and eyes his tattoos. “Not sure. Someone at the gas station.”

I clench my fists and watch helplessly as the cop climbs back in the cruiser with Ryder in it. One by one, the cops pull out of the lot.

Miles slowly turns back to me, running a hand through his hair. The crickets chirp. The angry dialogue in my head gets loud.

“Fuck!” Miles yells. It snaps me out of my thoughts. This motherfucker.

I snatch him up by the neck, shoving him back into our room. “What was that?”

I wrap my hands around his thick neck, shoving him down to his knees.

Miles gives me a look full of anger, and it makes the blood rush to my dick. I grab as much of his dark-cropped hair as I can and yank his head back. “Pup…” I growl. “What the hell was that?”

He meets my gaze and sneers. “Where’s my thank you? If I hadn’t done that, you’d either be shot or in cuffs on your way to jail for a felony.”

I yank his hair again, causing beautiful tears to spring into his green eyes. It makes my dick harder. “Brat.”

Ryder is gone. Helplessness rolls in my stomach.

Miles must see my gaze change. He reaches up and grabs my belt, starting to undo it. “We’ll get him out. Not the first time he’s gone to jail.”

I don’t stop Miles as he yanks the belt from my pants, although he can’t look at what he’s doing with how far I’ve yanked his head back. I smirk at him. “Suck it.”

Miles swallows, his pupils blown. He fumbles, and his hot hand wraps around my length, squeezing hard. Pleasure shoots through me at his touch.

“Sure thing, boss,” he says in a mocking tone.

He opens his mouth, swallowing me down in one motion. I groan, sinking into his hot mouth. I let go of his hair to put both hands on the back of his head to thrust deeper into him. The helplessness washes away as I take control.

Miles chokes.

“That’s right. Choke on your master’s dick.” I snarl, pounding into his face ruthlessly. Pleasure curls up my spine, and I watch as the tears streak down his face. My mouth waters.

Miles gags heavily. I pull back enough to let him catch a breath, “If you puke, I’m going to fuck that ass until you bleed, got it?”

He groans, shifting, and I see he has his dick in his hand.

“Don’t come. You don’t get to come after the stunt you pulled tonight.” I know it’s not his fault, but he’s close, and I’m pissed.

Miles groans again, right onto my dick. I throw my head back and thrust deep. His throat squeezes me, wringing pleasure from deep in my balls that sends fireworks up my spine and down my legs.

I reach down and pinch Miles’ nose closed. He shifts, grabbing my thighs, but I don’t let go.

I fuck Miles’ face until it turns a pretty purple color. I stare into his eyes, watching him fight with himself to continue to submit. I thrust harder, raising an eyebrow. I know Miles loves absolute submission, but he fights like hell before he gives it. He makes tiny gags on my dick, his body trying to breathe mine in for air, but he doesn’t pull back. Finally, as his eyes start to droop,his gaze turns blissed, and his body relaxes. I shout, pulsing my release down his throat, and yank out.

Miles swallows and tries to breathe, coughing and hacking. Finally, he catches his breath and groans, his hand twitching on his hard dick. Precum lines the top of his fist.

I tuck myself back into my pants, raising an eyebrow. “You going to obey, pup?”

“Yes.” He grits his teeth and tucks himself back in his pants, standing.

“Good boy.” I grip under his chin, bringing his face to mine. We look into each other’s eyes for a minute. He smells like sex. “Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper.

“What, protect my family?” His gaze bounces between my eyes.