“And if I win?” The words turned smoky in the thickening air.
“If you win…” I hooked my fingers around his suspenders and straightened. “I’ll do whatever you want for twenty-four hours.”
His eyes gleamed with dark interest. “Whatever I want?”
A streak of fear mixed with a potent shot of arousal. “Yes.”
It wasn’t an offer I would’ve given anyone else, but I trusted him. He wouldn’t take advantage of the situation.
Besides, I had no intention of losing.
Kai leaned back. A shutter fell over his expression as he observed me with the detached interest of a professor examining a student or a king observing a peasant.
Do your best, his eyes challenged.
My heart thrummed behind my ribcage as I released his suspenders and slid his shirt buttons from their plackets. Slowly, one by one, until his torso was bared and I could taste the heat of his bare skin.
Our breaths and the soft ticks of the clock filled the room.
Kai possessed the mind of a scholar but the body of an athlete. Lean and chiseled, its sleek muscles the result of boxing instead of gym work.
I flicked my tongue against his nipple and smiled at his resulting shudder.
I continued my journey down the defined ridges of his chest and abs until I reached his belt. It took me less than a minute to remove the barriers and free him from his confines.
His cock sprang out, thick and veined and already leaking precum. My mouth watered at the memory of how it tasted and felt.
“God, I can’t wait to take you down my throat,” I said huskily.
I stacked my hands on his impressive length and swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the shudder that ran through his body.
I loved giving blow jobs to Kai. Nothing turned me on more than seeing him lose control and knowing I was the one in charge of his pleasure. I could give, take, and withhold as I pleased.
I had no intention of withholding today.
I bobbed my head up and down, licking and sucking and taking him deeper each time. I looked up, the ball of heat in my stomach coiling tight at the naked intensity on Kai’s face. His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle spasm.
Deeper…deeper…
His cock hit the back of my throat. I choked, my eyes watering as my gag reflex kicked in. Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin.
My clit throbbed in time with my escalating pulse. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but if I did, I’d cave and beg for him to fuck me again.
Kai’s knuckles turned white around the armrests. He hadn’t made a sound since the game started.
There was something so fucking hot about the wet, sloppy sounds of my blowjob filling the silence while he so clearly strained against the leash of his control.
Spots danced in front of my vision, and I finally pulled back with a gasp. Oxygen flooded my lungs, making me lightheaded, but it evaporated again at Kai’s next words.
“I didn’t say you could pull back.” His voice carried a preternatural calm. “Keep sucking, Isabella.”
The command poured through me like molten lava. I was supposed to be the one calling the shots, but my resistance disintegrated before it even fully formed.
I obeyed, taking him to the hilt again.
“Fuck.” His groan ran straight to the ache building between my legs. “Just like that, sweetheart.
You take my cock so beautifully.”
He didn’t touch me, but his words of encouragement acted in his stead. They were a fist in my hair, guiding me up and down with increasing speed. They were hands on my breasts and fingers manipulating my clit until my wetness matched the mess of tears, drool, and precum smearing my face.
Kai’s head tilted back. The tendons in his neck strained, and his harsh breaths mingled with my chokes and gurgles until he finally came down my throat.
“Swallow every drop. That’s it.” His fingers tangled in my hair. “You look so pretty on your knees with your mouth full of my cum.”
I moaned. A tiny beacon of pride glowed in my chest, and it was only after I swallowed thoroughly that I sat back on my haunches.
“Good girl,” Kai murmured, smoothing a hand over my head.
The pride glowed brighter, but not enough to make me forget the purpose of the game.
“You touched me,” I breathed, my voice raw from my exertions. “At the end. You lost.”
Amusement leaked into his gaze. “I touched you after I came, love. Which means I won.”
“That’s…” I faltered, unsure. I’d been so lost in my ministrations I hadn’t paid attention to the timing.
Kai tightened his grip on my hair before releasing it. “Pick a book.”
“What?” I blinked, disoriented by the sudden and baffling change in topic.
“A book.” He nodded at the leather-bound tomes lining the shelves. “Pick one.”
Curiosity compelled me to select a book at random.
“Open it.”
I opened it to a page in the middle. Coincidentally, I’d chosen Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, one of the few classics I enjoyed.
“Now bend over the couch and spread your legs.”
My confusion ramped up even as heat crawled through my blood, lighting me on fire. In this position, I was bared to him, the tiny scraps of my lingerie doing little to hide my swollen arousal or the juices drenching my thighs.
“We’re going to play a new game.” Kai stepped behind me. “It’s simple. If you can read a full page out loud without stopping or stuttering, I’ll let you come.”
“What…” I gasped when he slipped the flimsy silk to the side and brushed a feather over my clit.
Where the hell did he get a feather?
Another brush, and where he found it suddenly didn’t matter.
A moan climbed up my throat. I tried to push back against him, but his other hand braced my hip, forcing me to still.
“Start reading, Isabella.” Iron underlaid his voice. “Or we’ll be here all day.”
He’s sadistic. That was the only thought running through my mind as I attempted to read the page while he tortured me with the feather. It was firm enough to spark jolts of pleasure but too flexible to induce an orgasm no matter how much I bucked and ground against it.
“Mr. Darcy, with grave propriety, requested…” The feather brushed a particularly sensitive spot, and my sentence trailed off with a whimper. Tiny shivers rippled down my spine.
They turned into a shocked yelp when Kai’s palm landed on my bare ass with a sharp slap. There was a breath-rattling sting of pain, followed by a slow bloom of heat.
“Start over,” he ordered with the stern command of an unforgiving professor.
I did, but I never made it more than two paragraphs before I paused or stuttered. Every mistake earned me another slap until my eyes welled with tears and I squirmed with mindless abandon. Pain and pleasure blurred into one delicious, agonizing burn.
I was barely paying attention to the text anymore. It got to the point where every word out of my mouth alternated with a hard spank.
“Please,” I sobbed. “I can’t…I need…”