Page 65 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“Fuck, I didn’t know I could fall even deeper in love with you.” His groan is almost agonised. “You’re so precious, Ezla. So fucking precious.”

Pursing my lips and scowling furiously at my still-burning cheeks, I grouch, “I am deadly. I am the most feared human being on the planet. Everyone should bow before me—”

He chuckles. “Yes, and all that.”

“Be still,” I repeat my earlier command yet another time when I feel those strange tingles in my belly again that are not uncommon with my Bonds these days.

He obeys at once, and my lips purse as I get back to concentrating fully once more. But he does send those damning words that are not so damning any longer down the bond.

I love you, Ezla. You have my entire heart. There is nothing more valuable to me.

Words escape me, which I find I am having to get more and more used to lately. I do not know why I say what I do, nor do I understand fully why he tears up in response, but I tell him, I am glad. I find I am not opposed to your love anymore, my sensible one. And I am not opposed to the others’, either. I am . . . I am . . . happy, I believe that is the word, that you have bonded me.

23

ALBY

“It was rude of you to start without me.”

Shrieking, the ear-piercing sound bounces off of every glinting black surface in the bathroom attached to my bedroom as I spin around to face a very naked Ezla.

My hand zaps from my erection in an instant, and for some idiotic reason, they whip behind my back instead, which leaves the now-extra-hard organ standing up far too proudly for how I’m internally feeling. Hair sticking to my forehead, I struggle to blink a thick raven lock from my eye as I gape at my Bonded, and I splutter beneath the crystal-clear water pounding down on me from the showerhead above.

Laughing lightly, the sound is like the tinkling of bells . . . except far more sinful and deadly.

This time when my cock gives a not-at-all-subtle jerk, I do manage to get my hands in the right position, cupping myself.

She pouts, prowling closer, and said cock twitches wildly against my palms. “Do not hide from me, Puppet.”

As if I really am a puppet and she’s the one holding the strings, my hands dart back behind my back.

Her slow smirk is unholy. “This is all mine, after all . . .”

Oh, holy shit. Despite being under the warm water, goosebumps scatter all over my skin.

“Tell me, is this the first time you have touched yourself?”

My frantic nodding is dizzying, and water gets up my nose, but I hardly even notice, all my attention fixed on Ezla.

“Would you like some help?” she purrs, and I think I come a little.

“Y-yes,” I rasp, finally finding my voice. Then I blurt with my now-loose tongue, “I was thinking of you!”

A dark brow arches. “I would certainly hope so.”

Sliding the glass partition away, Ezla’s eyes darken as she takes all of me in, and I can’t believe I’m the one who’s making her look like that . . . who’s put that wicked hunger on her perfect features. “Hand back on your cock, Puppet.”

Whimpering, I quickly wrap my hand around my heated length.

“Good boy,” she coos. Stopping in front of me, she presses a palm to my chest, tracing the outline of muscles that have become visible with her training. “So handsome, Alby. And so . . . mine.”

“Sh-shit . . .” I gasp. “P-please.”

Mismatched eyes flick up to my face. “Please, Puppet? Please what?”

“Please . . . please show me w-what to do . . .”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she looks me over again. Her next words are like the crack of a whip. “Stroke yourself for me.”