Page 720 of End Game

Then he pulls me forward, sheathing himself in my mouth.

“Can you breathe?” he asks quietly.

I hum.

He reaches in his pocket and then hands me the clicker.

Jesus Christ.

I click it once.

His words are quiet.

I know the others can probably hear them, but they’re meant for me.

“No sucking, no moving, just stay like that until I say otherwise, or you safeword.”

Every submissive part of me thinks it’s in heaven right now.

I click once.

Then he starts directing the game above me, and outside of the occasional stroking of my hair, like he’s petting a fucking dog, he acts like I’m not even here.

Why is it so fucking hot to be used like this?

I seriously might die.

I just hope he lets me come first.

The boss battle starts while I am under the table.

I know because Ronan says, “You've reached the final encounter.”

Cami makes a breathless sound.

Griffin swears.

Micah says nothing.

Ronan's cock is still in my mouth.

I am extremely invested in the plot.

“Your objective is no longer to accumulate successes.”

He strokes my hair, and I whimper.

“You will follow instructions until I decide you've survived.”

My dick throbs against my stomach.

Cami says, “Holy fuck.”

Ronan's voice drops. “Is that understood?”

Three voices answer. “Yes.”

I click the clicker.