The Player (The Game Maker #3)(62)

As far as sex was concerned, he’d earned my trust. I’d have to think about the ramifications of that later.

He held up the plug. “I’ll bet you get wet simply looking at this.” Light reflected in the luminous metal.

I stared, rapt. “I can’t deny it.” The jewel on that plug was so eye-catching. If my ass would be adorned, he should have a sensual adornment too. Well, besides his piercing. I turned back to the shelves, selecting a black contraption of two interconnected leather rings. A cock ring?

“Good idea, Vika.” He took it from me. “When I wear that, I won’t come every time you do.”

I swallowed. “Every time, huh?”

He turned toward the bedroom and laid our toys at the foot of the bed.

I followed him. “Tell me what to do.”

“Strip.”

Undressing didn’t take long since I hadn’t bothered to put on more than a thong and my beach cover-up.

“Now on the bed.”

I crawled onto the mattress and rested on my knees, already thrumming with excitement. This was unreal! I glanced around at all the screens, seeing myself from half a dozen different angles. After today’s nude sunbathing, my bikini tan lines weren’t as pronounced. The trim patch of hair on my mons looked golden.

He moved to stand at the end of the bed. “Go to your hands and knees, your ass to me.”

My face went hot, but after a moment of hesitation, I turned and leaned forward onto my hands.

He groaned, “Woman . . .”

Because of the cameras, I could see what he stared at—my upturned ass and my glistening *. Another screen showed me from the side, my breasts shaking from my anticipation. The color of my stiff nipples darkened to a deep pink.

He positioned that black bar near my feet. “This is a spreader.” With nimble fingers, he cuffed my ankles on opposite ends of it, forcing my legs wide. “Lower your head and rest on one side of your face. Then place your hands beside your ankles.”

Make myself even more vulnerable?

“Safe word or surrender,” he reminded me.

I lowered my head, which jutted my ass up even more. “If you’ve never had a submissive, how do you know so much about this stuff?”

He bound my wrists beside my ankles. “I told you, I studied sex as if it were my field.” Once I was immobilized, he stepped back to survey me. “My God, zhena.”

I could share the same view. My plump labia had parted to reveal my shaded entrance. My cheeks were spread, my ass exposed. I had to stifle a moan.

Never taking his fierce gaze off me, he undressed.

My heart tripped at his ominous expression. “You, uh, you look like you’re about to f*ck the hell out of me.”

He nodded slowly. “Oh, I am. You should know what I’ll expect of my wife. What our sex life will be like.”

When his jeans dropped to reveal his straining erection, realization dawned. He could do anything he wanted to me.

Anything.

The idea made my clit throb.

He retrieved that cock ring. “You’ll give me all my fantasies, won’t you, wife? And I’ll take all of yours.”

My eyes went heavy-lidded as he handled his shaft and balls to adjust the leather into place. “Red-hot, Dmitri.” I wished I had a picture of that—

Oh, wait, I’d have a video!

He stood behind me, a giant of a man about to use my body for filthy things. “Look at you. I’m probably dreaming this.” He speared my * with a long forefinger. “So f*cking wet for me.”

I moaned, my core clamping down on his finger.

Then he wedged another one inside me. He took his time, scissoring his fingers as deep as they would go.

I turned my head from side to side because I couldn’t decide which screen angle I wanted to view. “Dmitri, touch my clit.”

He removed his fingers. “I will when I choose to. No sooner.” He slapped my wet lips.

“Ah!” I jolted against the cuffs.

“Don’t make me chastise you again, beautiful. You won’t like it.” He followed that slap with lighter ones until I’d slicked his big palm. He finally sank his thumb inside, reaching his fingers under me to strum my clit like a guitar.

“Yes!” I wantonly bucked as far as my bonds would allow. “N-need to come, Dmitri!”

“Not without your plug.” He’d started to sweat, his muscles sheening.

“Then give it to me! Please . . .”

He removed his hand, leaving me aching. I trembled as he lubed the plug. Though not as big as some I’d seen online, the size was a lot larger than his finger!

Still, I knew he’d take care of me. All he’d ever wanted was my pleasure.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes—” I jolted again when the tip touched my ass.

“Relax, zhena.” He teased my entrance, circling, then lightly pressing. Over and over. Until I needed him to shove it in! “So tight.”

“No more teasing, Dmitri, please.” I craved that fullness inside me as much as I craved his cock.

“In time, once you’re accustomed to this, I’m going to f*ck your exquisite virgin ass. Would you like me to?”

My * quivered. “Oh, God, yes, yes!”

He eased the metal tip deeper each time, lazily thrusting and twisting it. “Enjoy this for now, Vika.” He finally penetrated me, wedging the plug in place.