Reaper's Salvation: A Last Riders Trilogy by Jamie Begley (read a book TXT) 📗

cotton candy; he was cotton candy. The naughty images he invoked were sticking in places that had her pelvis unconsciously rubbing across his as the music dipped lower.

“Are you done playing this game, or can we go upstairs and fuck?”

Indecision about what to do next had her wanting to stay exactly where she was. Unconsciously, she bit her lip, thinking about the advice she had been given. Could she actually do it?

“I’m ready.”

Gavin dropped his arm from her neck to hook around her waist. Each step felt as if she were being led to the guillotine. As they slowly climbed the steps, Gavin dropped his hand to the curve of her ass. Suki ran in front them and down the hallway, patiently waiting for them.

Opening the door, Ginny let Suki run in first before going inside. Moving farther into the room, Ginny then turned to face the door, seeing Gavin shutting it. Staring into her eyes, he locked the door.

Unconsciously, Ginny took a step back. She couldn’t do this.

Feeling overwhelmed by the overt sexual intent he was displaying toward her was hard for a woman like her to take. Men didn’t normally look at her like they wanted to rip her clothes off and have their way with her.

Damn, Sex Piston was good. Too good. She had no idea what to do with the man who was stalking toward her like a lion entering his den. She could only do what she’d been advised.

The thought bubble broke when Gavin reached out to grab her by the throat, backstepping her to the bed. Ginny’s eyes frantically went around the room. Alighting on Suki, she debated calling for the dog that had sprawled out onto the dog bed, closing her eyes.

Reading her mind, he gave a satisfied smile. “Don’t. I’ll call Moses, and I’ll give her back.”

Ginny didn’t call for Suki. Gavin wasn’t hurting her. While he was holding her neck, it wasn’t tight and she could easily break free.

“Feel like playing a game?”

She really didn’t.

Why ask for advice if you’re not going to take it? she railed at herself.

Because Gavin is scaring the bejesus out of me, the saner part of her brain yelled back.

“What kind of game?”

“You have to do everything I say when it’s my turn.” Gavin hooked a finger over the zipper of her top. Ginny felt her heart race when he stroked his knuckle over the skin between her breasts. “Everything.”

“What do I do when it’s my turn?”

“The same. I’ll do everything you say.”

“What do I win?”

“The winner gets to set the punishment.”

“What if I really don’t want to do something you tell me to do?”

“Then say … nutcracker. The person who says it first loses. Any more questions?”

“No.”

“So”—Gavin slid her zipper down a centimeter—“are you ready to play with me?”

“Sure.” Ginny swallowed hard. “Why not?”

Gavin’s lips curled into the smile that made her both frightened and excited. She was really beginning to dread that smile.

“Who gets to go first?”

“First time player always gets to go first.” Gavin removed his hand from her clothes and her neck. Giving her a mocking bow, he swept his arm in front of him. “What would you like me to do?”

Ginny licked her lips. Taking a glance at the clock, she committed the time to memory. She had a feeling, during this game, seconds could be a matter of winning and losing.

She would start with something easy. “Take your shirt off.”

Gavin brought his hand behind his back to grab the material and pull his shirt off.

“Take your shoes and socks off.”

Gavin went to the bottom of the bed to sit, removing his shoes and socks. Then he stood.

Ginny moved to stand in front of him. “Kiss me.”

Obediently, Gavin kissed her.

Wrapping her good arm around his neck, Ginny began to relax. This wasn’t so bad. She could really get into this game. Pulling her mouth teasingly away to nibble on his earlobe, she then moved to his chest to lick each of his nipples. She was having a field day having Gavin at her command. How had she never heard of this game before?

Slowly, Ginny unbuckled his leather belt, her mouth going dry in excitement, anticipating touching his cock.

“Time.”

Blinking, Ginny looked at the clock. Realizing she had gotten carried away when kissing him, she removed her hand away from his pants to step back.

Expecting him to command her to remove her clothes, she was surprised when he told her to carry the desk chair to the middle of the room. Following his instructions, she waited for his next command.

Gavin sat down on the chair. “Go sit on the bed, facing me.”

Ginny sat on the bed.

“Pull you skirt up without standing up.”

Her blood began rushing through her veins like white water rapids. With one arm in the sling, Ginny had to take turns twisting her skirt to raise it, exposing the black panties underneath. The task accomplished, Ginny looked at Gavin, whose legs were sprawled out in front of him.

“Take off your panties.”

Ginny gave an internal groan. Using the same tiring method, Ginny removed her panties. She had just slid her panties off when Gavin called time.

Ginny knew she was in trouble when realization struck; he had timed the two tasks to the second.

Ginny lost precious seconds trying to decide what she wanted him to do next.

“Sit straight.”

Immediately, Gavin straightened in his chair.

Raising from the bed, she brazenly strolled toward him, as she had been advised. Leaning forward, she gave him her next order. “Unzip my top.”

Gavin slowly unzipped her top.

“Take it off.”

Gavin pulled the leather top off.

“Take my bra off.”

Gavin leaned forward to wrap his arms around her sides to unhook her bra.

Was she going to be brave and make him do what she wanted? Yes, she was.

“Lick my nipples.”

Gavin began licking her nipples.

Be bold, Ginny.

“Bite my nipples … gently,” Ginny hastened to add. Pain had never been her strong suit.

She brought her hand to his shoulder, steadying himself. Her knees felt as if they were about to crumble.

Be bold, flashed through