Page 71 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

She’s silent for a beat as her palms keep working over my skin. Then she says quietly, “Yes.”

“Oh . . .” I repeat breathily. A dreamy sigh leaves me next as she keeps moving her hands. I mean, her hands?! When there’s a bath scrunchie right there?!

Ezzy loves me so much.

Me and my muscles that I flex as discreetly as always.

More amusement slithers through the bond, but don’t think I don’t catch the arousal in there too. I’ve become the master of seduction for my Wifey.

“Oh, yeeees,” I groan as she brings her hands up higher to work on my back, digging her thumbs into my muscles. “That’s so, so good. More please, Ezzy,” I plead with a shimmy. “I want you all over me.”

“You will have me all over you when we are out of the shower.”

My neck does a one-eighty so fast it leaves me dizzy. “Yeah?! It’s my turn?! You’re going to un-virgin me?!”

She hums, flicking her eyes up to meet mine. “I will take your virginity. I will have all of you. Own every part of you.”

Nodding eagerly, I whip around fully, unable to contain myself any longer.

“I was not finished,” she tells me as if she’s considering flooring me to get what she wants.

“Pretty please finish my back half afterwards? I want to look at you.” I push my lower lip out in that cutie-patootie way of mine so she’ll be unable to resist.

My plan works as I knew it would when Deadly Nightshade death-glares me and brings her palms to my chest. Puffing it up to impress her, I watch her every move avidly.

“You are very handsome,” she tells me out of nowhere, tone her default detached again this time, and pleasure blooms in the form of heat in my chest.

“Thank you, Ezzy!” I gush and crush her to me, soaking her.

Jolting, she’s rigid for a moment before she relaxes. It’s quicker than usual, as if she’s finally getting used to this. Clearing her throat, she says, “You are most welcome.”

Feeling all giddy, I whack a kiss to her cheek.

Her answering scowl is bordering on demonic.

Whoopsies . . . too much in one go?

“Sorry, Ezzy! I just love to show you my love!” I swoop her up into my arms as an apology so she can experience what it’s like to be picked up by my sexy self, because I’m sure she’s secretly been dying for it. Realising she has a prime view of my ass where she hangs over my shoulder, I bunch the muscles there. “It’s nice up here, right? Do you want me to do this more often?” I ask cheerily when I’m met with no protests from her. In fact, it’s eerily silent.

“Tiger.” Her deceptively calm voice has trillions of tiny little bumps breaking out across my skin when it finally arrives. “Unhand me. Now.”

Uh-oh . . .

Abort! Abort!

I quickly put my feisty Bonded down.

“Sorry, Ez. Forgive me?” I do prayer hands and flutter my lashes again.

She sends me a picture of my severed cock on the floor.

An ungodly scream tears from my throat, and I jump into her arms. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” I shriek as she curses, unable to take my weight. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t cut it off! I need it for when you deflower me so I can make you feel good!”

Twisting to make sure I take the impact when I register the fact that we’re going down, I cling on to her for dear life. But somehow she spins us again, and it ends up with my back smacking into the wall, knocking the wind out of me before we finally make it down to the hard floor, lessening the impact enough that I might not even end up with a bruise.

Now straddling me, DN spears me with a seething glare.

“Oops?” I try, flashing my pearly whites as I lie sprawled out on the floor.