Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

What a perfect spot to punish me, in a place I instantly felt at ease.

“Tate, you can go get the food.”

“Yes, Master.”

Kingsley addressed me next and ordered me to get on the bed and lose my underwear.

Whatever you wish, Handler.

I left my clothes on the bedside table, then slipped under the covers. The bed was so damn comfortable that I wished this was where I’d spend the night. Preferably not alone.

“You couldn’t resist Noa, huh?” He stood on what was now my side of the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, which immediately had my attention.

“It’s difficult for me to resist anyone right now,” I admitted. “But I didn’t touch him.”

He let out a low chuckle. “We know. You missed the camera in the ceiling.”

I snapped my gaze to meet his. They’d been watching?

His faint smirk told me, yes, they’d definitely been watching.

“Everything we do has a reason, Franklin. If I want to find out who you are, I’ll expose you to environments that force you to reveal yourself.”

That made sense, but he was going to have to get back to me later because right now, all I saw was his cock. He pushed down his jeans slowly, until they fell on their own and pooled around his feet. I swallowed dryly. He was magnificent. Of course he went commando; he was a scandalous man on the inside. At least by my standards and what I was used to.

He climbed into bed and was less than a foot away from me when he arranged the pillows against the headboard. I could not tear my gaze from his cock. He made my mouth water. He had to let me touch him.

“There we go.” He hitched a leg over my lap, and my eyes widened. Oh, please stay there. What a perfect view. His cock in my face, where it belonged. “See something you want?”

I nodded quickly. “May I please touch you, Handler?”

“Not yet.” He laughed through his nose and shifted his other leg over me too, so he ended up in the middle of the bed. “What do you think about the evening so far?”

Crap, he got under the covers, effectively blocking my view.

“Frustrating,” I replied honestly. “You’ve been messing with my head.”

“Of course.” He grinned a little and placed an arm around me. “Scoot down a bit and let me hold you.”

I shivered and complied as fast as humanly possible.

When was the punishment starting? Probably when I was utterly relaxed and happy.

I became a little greedy. I couldn’t help it. I was in Kingsley’s arms, and his chest called to me. I kissed him there and let my fingers brush over his chest hair.

“Greedy old man,” he murmured.

“So greedy for you, Handler.” Oh God. I couldn’t get enough. I dropped an openmouthed kiss over his nipple and flicked my tongue over it. He even tasted perfect. “I want to worship your body.”

He hummed and threaded his fingers into my hair. Then he pulled up one knee and tented the covers, allowing me to see all of him again.

Exquisite. Flawless. So much raw masculinity—flesh and muscles and strength and power. I shifted my hand to his stomach, and I pressed my hardening cock against his leg. With a fistful of my hair, he tugged me back and dipped down, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. I moaned and felt hundreds of tiny explosions set off one after another inside me.

He was going to have to fight me off physically.

I couldn’t remove my hand from him. And I got bold. I didn’t ask when I let it drop lower and lower, and he didn’t stop kissing me. I felt the coarse, trimmed hair around his cock underneath my fingertips, the sensation shooting a sharp bolt of pleasure and need through me. His tongue invaded my mouth, he grabbed my jaw tightly, and he controlled me so perfectly.

I threw caution to the wind and eased my hand over his cock. An embarrassingly loud groan fell from my lips, and I wrapped my fingers around him. He was hard. So goddamn hard. Smooth, soft skin. He was so warm.

He applied pressure to the top of my head, and it took me a second or two to realize he was pushing me downward. Hope erupted. Please let me, please let me. We broke the kiss, and I kissed the next spot I could reach. His jaw, his neck, his sternum.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I think it’s time to teach you how to suck cock.”

Yes!

I started panting. I couldn’t believe my luck. Oh hell, if he stopped me now and whipped out a chastity device or perhaps an implement to inflict pain, I just might cry. But until he remembered he was a Sadist, I would take whatever I could get. I kissed my way farther down his chest, his abs, and I repositioned myself between his legs.