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Emmett makes his move in the last minute, tying the final knot in the rope that binds Rebecca’s ankles just as the bell rings.He smiles and bows at the loud applause before tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her to one of the hay bales, where he sets her on her knees before him, still bound, and pulls his cock out of his jeans.
I turn away, suddenly grateful that Emmett and I were split up.I can see now how awkward it would have been competing with him as my partner.Logan was right; we wouldn’t have lasted a week.
Desiree is up next, and it’s fun to watch her give her Dom, Stefan, a run for his money.All the submissives are cheering for her as the clock starts to run out, and I think she’s actually going to win, but Stefan manages to capture her just before the bell rings.
Michael and Carly are next, and he wastes no time flinging her tiny frame to the mat and trussing her up.I cringe as I watch him tighten the rope around her wrists tightly, the rope cutting into her flesh.At least she won’t have to blow him for long.Then Karl, the older Dom Tessa had eyed at the rooftop bar what seems like a lifetime ago, takes the mat with his sub, Bella.He puts on a show for the crowd during his five minutes, expertly twirling a lasso as she tries to evade the reach of his rope.Roman leans over to tell me in a low voice that Karl grew up in Texas and used to ride rodeo horses, so I’m not surprised when his lasso finally finds its mark and encircles Bella with thirty seconds to spare.He tightens the rope and reels her slowly to him before expertly hog-tying her as the crowd, which is getting rowdier, cheers loudly.
Then it’s Roman’s and my turn, and I stand nervously at the edge of the ring as I unbuckle the belt at the back of the chaps and slowly unzip them.When I turn back around, Roman is standing at the opposite corner from me, wearing nothing but those tight denim jeans that hug his ass.Per Logan’s instructions, Roman’s chest is bare, and I can see the ripple of muscle beneath his tanned skin.I swallow hard.Lord, help me.
Then the bell rings, and we’re circling each other like prizefighters.I figure I have at least four minutes to antagonize him.Not only is he ultracompetitive and likes to win, but he’s already told me he’s looking forward to having his cock in my mouth for the full five minutes.
So instead of running like the other girls, I walk right up to him and run my hands across the wide breadth of his shoulders, confident he won’t make his move this early.He smiles, places his hand on my arm, and then sweeps my feet out from under me.My hat goes flying as I fall backward, landing on the mat.His body pins mine, his eyes dark with desire and fixed on mine.
“Rule number five.Never try to outsmart your Dom,” he rumbles with a roguish smile.
Despite my struggling attempts to get away from him, he effortlessly ties my wrists together in front of me with one length of rope.Holding me still, he deliberately traces his finger gently around each of my nipples, which pucker into tiny points at the attention.Straddling my torso to keep me still, he grasps my nipples with a firm grip and tugs, pulling them up and away from my body unrelentingly until my back is arching off the mat and I’m groaning with a mix of pleasure and pain.He lets go, and then his hand is on my sex, cupping me.He slips a finger into me, smiling as he encounters wet, slippery heat, and the noise of the whistling and cheering crowd recedes.
I dimly hear them begin to count down—ten, nine, eight, seven—but Roman doesn’t stop or try to tie my ankles together.He just continues to slide his finger slowly in and out of me until the bell rings, and then he lifts me into his arms and carries me off the mat.
“Why did you do that?”I ask, confused, my head resting against his chest as I trace tiny circles across his heated skin with my fingertips.“You could have restrained me and won, but you didn’t.”
“Maybe I wanted to taste you more,” he rasps.
Oh.
He purposefully carries me to a wooden barrel in a corner of the room and lays me across it, tugging my thong off.His strong hands grab my thighs, and he opens me deliberately.My sex clenches as his mouth descends on me, and suddenly I don’t care that dozens of people might be watching or that I’m naked in a crowd of people I barely know.I just want the sweet heat of his lips at my center and the stroke of his tongue on my sex that has been aching for him for days.He licks and flicks, lapping my juices until I think I might come, but self-consciousness and my innate reserve keep me from plummeting over the edge.When the bell rings, he sits back reluctantly.
I feel flushed and feverish as I slide bonelessly from the barrel, barely aware of the next competition being announced.There’s an enormous bulge beneath Roman’s jeans, and I can’t wait until the group event is over so we can finish what we started three days ago.Roman looks over at me and smiles, and I realize I’m actually having fun.Maybe it’s because I’ve had absolutely zero social life for the past two years, but even though the games have pushed me so far past my comfort zone I can’t even see myself in the rearview mirror, they’ve been kind of fun.And kind of hot.It doesn’t hurt that I have the most gorgeous man in the entire room by my side.A man who lost just to have a taste of me.
