Page 199 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“No! You— You’re a queen! A goddess! You deserve everything! I want to give you anything, everything! I’ll be anything you want me to be! Please use me, Ezzy!” I rush out in a panic, needing her to know what she does to me, needing her to know she deserves the world. “Love you so much! Let me love you!”

Pausing, her head tilts in that eerie way of hers, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Until her eyes light with glee and she purrs, “You can love me, Tiger . . . if you can handle me.”

“I can!” I gasp. “I can! I promise!”

Palms running over my hairless chest, her thumbs circle my nipples, and my muscles bulge as I strain against the ropes, skin tingling beneath her touch and dampening with sweat from the volcanic blood racing through me. I swear I’m hotter than Earth’s core as Ez rolls her hips, her slick pussy lubing up my cock, and it twitches against her, trying to poke into her opening every time it reaches the head.

“Please . . .” I whine. “Please, please, please . . .”

My entire body shakes, and my balls draw up without warning. Panic encompasses my face when I realise she’s not going to let me cum inside her. “No, wait! I want it inside—”

Too late.

Ropes of white shoot from my cock, and I cry my Bonded’s name hoarsely as she keeps grinding against me, pushing out more and more cum, painting my torso in it. I struggle for breath, muscles spasming and vision hazy, every part of me oversensitive. But I still want more, more, more . . .

“Oh, fuck . . . you feel so, so good against me. Please give me more . . .” I groan weakly.

Slowing her hips, she coos, “What do you want, Puppy?”

“Want to be connected to you. Any way . . .”

She hums, and I can hear the sinful, cruel intentions in it. Slinking down my body, she pushes my legs apart before settling between them, my erection already waving at her again. Her fingertips find my thigh, and she watches me with wicked delight as she begins to torture me by crawling them up my leg. My chest rises and falls faster and faster the closer she walks them to where I ache most.

An almond nail grazes my balls, and I whimper, hips jolting up. Unable to keep my mouth shut for too long, I then blurt, “Oh, Ezzy! Pleeeease! Use me! Grope me! Peg me! Anything!”

She flashes her teeth again as a smile breaks out over her lips. “So pretty when you beg.”

My heart lights up and expands, inflating like a balloon as my love for her grows and grows by the second.

Her hand strangles my dick.

Something between a yelp and a moan leaves me, and I tug at the ropes again, loving how she has me all stretched out for her, on display for her viewing pleasure. Pre-cum drips onto her hand, and the sight of it is so hot that my eyes roll back in my head, cock pulsing against her palm and my neck extending as I tip my head back.

“Eyes on me.”

My gaze snaps back to her.

I’m unable to look away as she moves so sensually before me, and I know no one else can either, every one of her Bonds watching her take charge as she does in everything, fixated on the way her lithe body curves as her head dips to flick her tongue over the slit in my tip, tasting me.

“Ezzy! Fuuuuck . . .” I moan without shame, thighs tensing, and I fight with myself not to wrap my legs around her like a koala.

“Good boy. Moan for me.”

And I do, almost screaming as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. She sucks hard before swirling her tongue around it like she’s savouring her favourite lollipop.

My dick better be her favourite lollipop.

Who am I kidding? Of course it is. I’m the Tiger!

I mumble nonsense, telling her I’m her good boy, her whore, her slut, hips jerking uncontrollably as she takes more of me into her mouth, and she presses a firm hand down on my lower stomach to stay me. “So, so good . . . Oh, fuck . . . yes . . . that feels— Mhmmmm . . .” Her hand twists at the base of me as she takes me in as far as she can, and I almost cum when I hit the back of her throat for the first time, choking on nothing but the heavy air. “Oh . . .” I gasp. This feels nothing like it did with my hand; it’s so hot and wet, and the suction is heavenly.

I’m an inferno as she works me, and my pulse races at top speed, entire body quivering. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don—”

She stops.

“No, Ezzy!” I wail in despair as the head of my cock bobs in the air. More arousal beads on the tip, glistening in the low lighting, and I shudder as she blows on it. “Please, Ez . . . gimme your mouth back,” I whine, punching my hips up to try and get myself back inside that heat, and she slaps my length in response, drawing a gasp from me.

Oh . . . I quite liked that.