Page 36 of Ruthless Game

I followed his command, lathering the tops of my breasts with the shower gel, the sensation of soap against bare skin both soothing and arousing.

“Circle your nipples.”

My desire increased as I drew small circles around the tight points.

“Pinch them.”

I pinched them, pain and pleasure shooting through me.

“Harder.”

The pain increased. So did the pleasure. I shut my eyes, my head falling back.

“Eyes open, Starburst. You aren’t alone here. Give me those beautiful blues.”

The demand had almost turned into a plea, softer this time. It could’ve been gentle if he were the boy he’d been.

Opening my eyes, I stared at him. The phone was jerking a bit.

“I’m jerking my cock,” he explained. “Because I know my cum was there less than an hour ago. I’m squeezing my cock the way you squeezed my fingers earlier. The way your tight pussy is going to milk my cock, when I’m ready. Keep pinching those nipples until they’re bright red for me and you can’t handle the pain anymore.”

I whimpered, and this time, he shut his eyes.

“You make the sexiest goddamn sounds,” he groaned. “Okay, now that sweet, round belly.”

Round.

Thick things in your future.

I froze, remembering what he’d said to me in the kitchen. The emphasis on my size, my shape. Was he mocking me? I tried not to be embarrassed by my size, but it was hard when his words were so pointed.

“Why’d you stop? Did I tell you to stop?”

“Why are you doing this if you don’t like my body?” I asked, hating the way my voice trembled. I covered my stomach with both hands like I could hide how I looked from him.

Confusion and then understanding slid across his face. His voice hardened.

“Don’t for one fucking second think I don’t love your body. I’ve always loved your body. I love how round it is, how soft you are for me. I love your curves, your rolls, your skin, the way it pulls around your hips. I told you earlier, I can’t get hard to anyone’s body but yours, and you today is eons hotter than you a few years ago.”

His words made me feel incandescent. It was more than relief, it was revelation. My body was still loveable. He still loved my body, even if⁠—

“Your body is the only thing I still love about you,” he muttered, and the heartbreaking cruelty of his honesty knocked the glow right out of me.

He must have noticed, because he asked, “What the hell just happened?”

I straightened my shoulders, looking away, hiding my tears from him the way I had earlier tonight. He didn’t deserve them or get to have this part of me. I scrubbed my body furiously, desperate to get every trace of him off me.

“Angel, are you crying?”

I shut my eyes.

“Angel. Look at me. Talk to me. You’re crying. You were earlier, too. Why?”

It was time to end this call. Maybe to end this, period. At least to regroup. I reached for the phone to end the call, knocking it on the floor. Fortunately, the call ended. Unfortunately, my phone was going to be fucked.

It immediately began ringing again, but I ignored it, soaping up and washing off the rest of my body before climbing out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.