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MIND GAMES

CYRUS

I t’s barely light out when my eyes crack open.

After the night Amber and I had, I just knew I was going to sleep like the dead.

But shit, I can't even remember the last time I slept this well…and I’d still be asleep if it wasn't for the damn birds chirping right outside of the window at the ass crack of dawn.

It's one of the only downfalls to living in the middle of nowhere, you wake up when nature wakes up.

However, the upside to the seclusion being that you can kill four people over the course of a long weekend, and not a single soul can hear you doing so.

I go to wipe the sleep from my eyes only to find out I can’t move. Panic grips me and I look around, noticing my arms and legs are tied to the bed posts. What the fuck?

Every thought leaves my brain as Amber walks out of the ensuite bathroom, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts and a mischievous smirk.

“Is there a reason you have me tied to the bed?”

“Well…I planned on waking you up in this one particular way, but I wanted to freshen up a bit first.”

My dick twitches beneath the blanket, and my gaze hardens, “Get over here and show me then.”

Amber slowly slides the shirt over her head, teasing me with the sight of her completely bare and out of reach. My mouth waters, wanting to taste every inch of her again. She holds the shirt in her hand, trouble gleaming in her eyes. “How about you just feel what I’m doing to you?”

“What?” I manage to say before she tosses the shirt onto my face, obstructing my view completely. I shake my head back and forth, but the damn thing doesn’t fall free.

“Amber…” I growl. The bed dips, blanket dragging down my body, and before I can object further, Amber’s tongue makes my brain go to mush.

She takes my cock in her hand, licking from the base all the way to the tip before sliding all of me into her mouth.

I lift my hips off the bed, trying my damnedest to force her to take me deeper, but she’s in full control this time.

Her throat tightens around me like she is about to gag, but she doesn't stop.

“Fuck. My little psycho’s being such a good slut for me,” I groan, panting beneath the now moist cotton.

Jesus, when I die, I want to die in the warmth of her mouth or her pussy, whichever she decides to bless me with.

I surrender, letting her take charge. The rhythm she’s found bleeds all the dominance out of my body. The only thing I can focus on is trying to last longer because I don't want this to end yet. However, that thought is just a mere illusion as my toes start to curl.

I’m a fucking goner.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three loud knocks on the front door pucker my asshole with anxiety. What the fuck? Who would be pounding on the door like that, and this early in the morning?

“Open up, police!”

There’s no way.

“We know you’re in there,” an authoritative voice bellows. “We’ve got the place surrounded. Come out with your hands in the air.”

My heart rate is steadily rising, and I can’t catch my breath. This shirt on my face becomes suffocating, the blood thundering in my ears peaking my panic. If Amber and I don’t get the fuck out of here, we’re surely going to be facing the death penalty.

“Amber! Get this shirt off of my face and untie me. NOW! We have to go.”

Ignoring me, Amber takes me even deeper, making it her own personal challenge to get me to cum before we get arrested. It’s as if she has all the time in the universe to suck my soul out through my cock.

“Amber, I said we have to fucking go.” I pull on the ropes but all that does is cause the fibres to dig into my limbs, cinching the knots tighter. “This isn’t a game. We are going to get caught.”

Amber pauses, letting out a scoff.

“No, it’s not a game… so, you should probably hurry the fuck up and cum, or we won’t have a chance in hell at escaping through the bedroom window.”

Ah, yes, every man’s dream…getting arrested butt ass naked.

“Focus on me, not them,” she coaxes, taking me back into her hot, wet mouth.

“That’s kind of hard to do with the entire county’s police department outside.”

Amber wraps her hand around my shaft, and starts to bob her hand in perfect sync with her mouth, swirling her tongue and twisting her grip on my wet cock. She effectively erases my fear about the police presence lingering just yards away.

Her free hand travels up my stomach, and wraps around my neck. Her mouth pops off my cock as her other hand still firmly pumps me toward release. “Come on, Cyrus. Be a good boy and cum for me. Paint my tits and I’ll let you lick it off.”

That does me in. The dominance in her voice, the mental image of her chest dripping with my cum, and the constricting of her fingers on my throat blows me apart.

As I spurt, she gasps, my hot seed spattering her skin. A door bangs open, and I’m snapped back to reality. The sound of it breaking to pieces clatters throughout the house, as the authorities force their way inside.

Amber yanks the shirt from my face, starting to work on the rope that’s holding my left foot in place. My seed drips down her chest, and I itch to lick it up. She deserves to get as good as she gives me.

Time ticks by at a snail’s pace, and I swear whatever she’s doing is having the opposite effect of what our goal is...

Footsteps pound through the main level, clearing every room along the way. As they get closer, I swear the rope is only getting tighter.

The person who I assume is in charge of the raid crosses the bedroom threshold, and my eyes have to be playing tricks on me.

“What the hell?!”