บททั้งหมดของ Playing with the Enemy: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

This creature was not a sinful pleasure because he could not or did not feel. He was just that because he did – he felt everything – but he wouldn’t let himself get lost. He had to hold that control.If you could make him lose it, you moved up in his list of conquests.I didn’t want to be on his list. I wanted him on mine.As I took them into my mouth, his testes tightened, and I almost spilled, but I was saving that for later. Much later.A moan escaped from me, and he broke.My heart swelled. He jolted from my hold, but it wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. I wasn’t here to pleasure him. He was here to scream for me.Then, he did.My vision blurred. I must have fainted for a second.Leon. My teacher, my mentor, came for me, screamed for me, I couldn’t believe it. My face, my neck, were hot.I wanted to see the face he was making, but he was hiding it. How dare he? How dare he deny me my pleasure?He struggled against my hold; his gaze was clearing.I couldn’t let him regain c

His eyes were on mine.“Don’t,” he shuddered, adjusting his body, sliding down, guiding my softening dick into his hole, clenching, massaging, making me respond again.I huffed against his chin as his eyes glazed over and his head lolled back.“Fuck!” I breathed as I watched him love me. Enjoy me. Get drunk on me. He was doing it again: worshipping me, and making me want that fucking worship with every fiber of my being.But I wasn’t that boy.I pressed his waist, harder.He jolted, his head came down, his eyes snapped open.He stopped moving, stopped squeezing me.I held his gaze. A slow smile formed. “Making up for lost time, babe?” I remarked lazily as my heart pounded against my chest and my ears hummed with the rushing of blood through my head.His eyes searched my face. I inhaled deeply, slowly, as he shifted on me, drawing me deeper inside him.“Are you tired, Lee?” he said softly, his hand resting on my da

The person was dressed like a spa attendant, in a uniform that almost looked like a nurse’s own.Loose white trousers, cream, comfortable cut top that stopped at the hips, neckline all the way up, stopping at the top of the neck, with white buttons in a diagonal line from base of the throat to the bottom of the shirt.No hold anywhere. ‘Breasts’ could not be identified, and a bulge in the neck could not be clearly spotted.Another attendant, same androgenous look, same uniform, approached with a tall glass of water and a smile that would pass as welcoming in any other establishment, anywhere else in the world, but for me was worse than having a gun in my face.My body moved by itself.I spun.I pulled on the door handle. The fucking thing did not budge. Not even a tremor. It was not a door; it was the entrance to a cage, and I was trapped.==========Jayden’s POV.I sent a message to Marcus as soon as I got into the car.

“You came,” he breathed in his warm, steady voice, his face in mine as metal clanged softly behind me.I held his gaze as leather cuffs were placed on my wrists, without him shifting his eyes from mine. He leaned forward, drawing my arms behind me. I leaned back, raising my chin as he entered my space.His shoulders moved as he pulled on the chain on the cuffs. I didn’t blink.My head pulled back as a soft clink locked my chained arms to the back of my neck. My chest pushed out, pressing on his as he sat, legs wide, on my thighs, straddling me and adjusting himself as his dick rubbed against mine.I swallowed. I had to. I was suffocating, but I pressed my lips tight.His eyes scanned my face. He nodded imperceptibly and stood.I couldn’t lower my head.He had chained my throat to my wrists. Any move I made stretched not only the straps on my body but also pulled at my neck.I could move my arms, but my wrists were bound beside

I pulled down, out of his wet mouth. He hissed as his hole emptied with a wet plop. His eyes came up; my head came down.I was moving now, better than before. I raised my arms to give me leverage. My eyes burned into his.He held my gaze, his lips swollen, his chin slick.I raised a brow. My body was definitely coming back.My lips twitched, then parted.“Are you… testing a product?” I rasped; my mouth was dry after all.He smiled.I sank into the chair, throwing my head back. I slid down as far as I could go. The tightness in my chest disappeared.I stared at him in the mirror.His eyes were on mine up there.“Finish it, and let me out of this shit,” I growled.He grinned.For the next, I don’t know how long, he worked me until I started to feel it – the pressure at the base of my shaft.My balls tightened.My chest did the same as my breath caught.I jerked upright, as well as