Desperate Lies (Lies 2)

I was expecting her to pull my cock out, and maybe fake touch me. I wasn’t expecting a fucking blowjob.

Slap.

Zeke slaps Liesel so fucking hard across the cheek. All I see is red. Sure, my cock is hard, but there are a million naked hot people around me all moaning. Liesel is standing basically naked in front of me. Of course, I’m turned on.

You’re a deadman, I mouth to Zeke. How dare he touch my woman.

Without thinking, I grab Siren’s hair and fist it in a ponytail. Then I pump her head back and forth over my cock.

I’m numb. I don’t feel her warm lips, wet tongue, moist saliva. All I see is Zeke’s hand across Liesel’s face.

Surrender, asshole. Or I’m going to take this too far.

Zeke screams pineapple.

What?

It’s then that I realize it’s his safe word.

I release Siren.

She remo

ves my cock from her mouth and whispers her word.

Even as quietly as she whispered it, a man walks over to escort her out with Zeke.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to her as she stands on her feet.

“I’m not. Zeke’s going to fuck me so hot tonight.” She winks, and then she’s led out behind Zeke.

I glance over to Liesel, who now has the man she’s with tied up and on his knees.

Thanks for your help, she mouths in my direction.

“You’re a sucker. I don’t know who that woman is to you, but you just fell into her trap. She couldn’t manipulate two men, so she had you get rid of one for her,” Mr. Lloyd says behind me.

I know he’s right.

“Now, about that asshole,” he continues.

Like hell, I’m going to let anyone near my ass right now.

I turn and grab Lloyd by the neck.

“Ooh, you’re into erotic asphyxiation? Me too,” he says.

“Soon, you won’t be.”

I squeeze hard around his neck as I shove him toward the railing. He’ll either die from lack of oxygen, or I’ll throw him overboard. Either way is a win-win for me.

I lean in close to him, so no one can see that nothing sexual is happening between us. In the darkness, it looks like we are kissing. There are no rules, but I’m guessing that whatever you are doing has to at least be perceived as sexual. If not, this would just be a fistfight to the end.

Lloyd’s eyes bulge and his hands grip mine, scratching them until I release enough for him to speak.

“Ready to say your safe word yet?”

“Not fair. You have to be doing something sexual. Otherwise, I can tell the owners, and they will remove you from the games when I remove myself.”