Page 56 of End Game

I hold mine out before she has to ask. And her fingers wrap around mine as she steps out of her pile of clothes.

“Stay,” I order with a smile.

Then I move over to the pegboard Micah and I put up a few days ago. While it’s sparse now, we fully intend to add more to it. But today, I grab the blindfold and the silk wraps from where they hang.

When I turn back to her, I watch her throat move as she swallows hard, but otherwise she shows no signs of anxiety or distress.

The blindfold is silk as well, and I slip it over her eyes, then tie it to the base of her skull below her messy bun, but then loop it back over so I know it won’t slip. I know it will also slightly tug on her hair, and while I think she’ll like that, I still ask her for a color.

“Still green.”

She exhales, sharp and shaky, chest already rising faster as she adjusts to having lost her sight. Good. She should feel off-center when she’s mine to anchor.

Using the silk wraps, I tie her wrists—one by one—above her head. Not too tight—but secure enough that her body understands the illusion even if both of us know one word ends it. I step back, letting the tension between us hum in the silence.

“Do you hear how quiet the room is now?” I murmur, stepping close enough that my chest almost grazes her back. My lips hover by her ear, not touching, but I know she can feel the proximity. “Every little sound is sharper now. My breathing. My shoes against the floor. You don’t know where I am unless I let you know.”

I move closer.

“And you’re already waiting for me to touch you.”

Her throat works again, a soft swallow.

“I could touch you,” I continue, letting my knuckles ghost the softest line over her inner arm. “I could drag my palm down your ribs, cup those perfect breasts, pinch your nipple until you gasp.” I don’t. My hand stops millimeters from her skin, leaving nothing but a phantom trail in her mind.

The goosebumps are my reward.

“You’d love that. But I like you trembling with anticipation.”

I circle her slowly, my voice the tether she can’t see. “Do you know what I imagine when the five of us are in one room together? I think about putting you just like this—blindfolded, bound, knees open. And then letting them have you while I stand over it all.”

Her knees wobble slightly, and I smile.

I still circle her, my breath and hands hovering, just shy of touching her, but close enough she can feel the charge between us.

“I want to watch Griffin hold you steady while Dex fills your throat and fucks that pretty little mouth of yours. I want to hear Micah beg for permission to fuck your tight, pink, little pussy while I tell him no. Not yet.” My words are low, measured, curling around her skin.

I lean close to her cheek, where she will feel my breath on her face. “And all the while, I’ll whisper in your ear exactly how you’ll take them. How good you’ll be for me. For them. How you’ll come undone because I command it.”

Her breath stutters, thighs pressing together. We’ve barely started, and she’s already squirming.

“You want it, don’t you? Every filthy thing I just painted for you.” My fingers ghost the line of her throat, hovering, then drifting away before she can arch into it. “You want to be theirs because you’re mine.”

She whimpers, the sound breaking from her chest, despite her fighting it.

“Say it,” I order, my voice harder now. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps, her body trembling.

“Good girl.” My words stroke over her shoulder like a caress. “Now listen carefully.”

I drop my mouth to her ear, voice a rumble she can’t escape. “You’re going to come with nothing but my voice and the ghost of my hands. You’re going to obey me without a single touch where you crave it most. And when you do, you’ll know exactly what happens when you give yourself to me.”

I lean in until my nose almost brushes her temple, the scent of her skin warm and electric. My breath drags along her jaw, a hot, deliberate path she can’t see coming. She shivers like it’s a touch.

“Listen,” I murmur, my mouth hovering at the corner of her lips. “Listen while I tell you exactly what I want.”

I shift, circling behind her again, my fingers tracing phantom lines down the inside of her arm, across her ribs, over the soft dip of her hip. Never landing, never pressing, just enough for her nerves to light up under the words.