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Blue gives me a knowing look, telling me she understands that she’s designed to be here, smiles, and whispers, “Make it hurt.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promise, my fingers trailing over her shoulder, where I drag them down her spine. Her back arches deeper as she offers herself more to me. The bets are no doubt rolling in. “Do you want to come, Ten?”
“Yes, please,” she begs rather lazily.
My fingers explore her wet folds and I pull out the vibrator. She gasps. “You can do better than that,” I urge, and hit her with the crop over the already raised, red welts, replacing the vibratorwith my fingers. She gives a small yelp, a mixture of pain and enjoyment as she tries to escape my grasp, my fingers slipping from her. The rope doesn’t allow her to get too far. “Impress me, Ten.” My fingers return to their rightful place, stroking her wet center slowly. I feel her clench around me and know she’s getting close again.
“Please, sir.Please,” she pants, pulling taut against the ropes that keep her arms in place.
“Come on Vale, let Player Ten come,” a condescending voice says over the intercom. It sounds very much like Carrick, who I know was the original Advocate vying for Blue before Rossi beat him, having underestimated Blue’s selling power. Theyallunderestimated Blue.
I won’t let them anymore.
“I’m not convinced she really wants it,” I tease, my fingers sliding in and out as I look into the one-way mirror. “She’ll come when I allow it, when she proves to me that she wants it enough.” On cue, Blue moans, a throaty, breathy sound that sounds like she’s approaching her limit. I turn my attention back to her. “How badly do you want it, Ten?”
Her body tenses, going still as she slowly turns onto her back, spreading her legs wide for me. “This bad,” she breathes, and I believe wholeheartedly that this is less of a performance and more of her carnal desire for me to fuck her with my fingers. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, sir, I want it.”
“That’s more like it.”
I ease my fingers in slowly and stroke her insides, relishing the way her eyes roll back. I pump my fingers inside her until her back arches and she tenses, squeezing around my fingers as an orgasm wracks her body.
“Now come for me, Ten.”
Her orgasm tears her apart as she bucks against my hand, which I pump relentlessly inside her to drag it out as long as possible, her moans filling the room.
I hope they bet high,I think, and approach Blue’s head again at the top of the bed. I block the audience’s gaze from sight, standing between them and her as she smiles up at me. I want this moment for us, kept in secret, as I place a hand on the side of her throat, tracing her jawline with my thumb.
“You’re mine.”
Fire ignites in her eyes, blue flame burning hot in her gaze as she grapples with my words. My feelings are clear to me, but I don’t want to risk anything with her.
“Will you be mine, Blue?” I ask this time.
She watches me intently, cheeks still flush, sweat on her temples, her breathing still returning to normal as she assesses me. “When you earn it,” she says quietly.
I bend down to place my lips at her ear, tightening my grip around her throat. “I’ll earn you. Whatever it takes.”
With the game coming to its end, and a clear victor in my mind, I untie the rope at her wrists, not paying any mind to whether her audience has left as I readjust her lingerie to cover her once again. Then I pick her up in my arms.
Blue looks alarmed at the motion at first, but quickly settles into submission as I carry her from the room.
“When I said you had to earn it, I didn’t mean you needed to cater to me hand and foot,” she says, amused, but wraps her arms around me. She tries to hide the fact that she’s impressed.
“Like I said, whatever it takes.” I allow the true weight of my intentions to lay heavy on my words. “You were incredible today.”
“I just hope I did better than the last game,” she says, looking away shyly. She still carries the shame from the last game.
That won’t do.
The door is opened for us as I carry her into the game room. A couple other Players are emerging, following by their very pleased looking Advocates. The Players themselves have a wide range of emotions. Player Seven looks like she’s been ravaged, but appears pleased, yet shy, about it. Heathe is close at her side, stoic in composure, but a gentle, guiding hand sits at the back of her neck. They appear comfortable with each other. I watch a glance exchanged between Blue and Player Seven, a small smile coming from both before Player Seven dips her chin and gives Blue a secretly pleased look.
Blue appears to be content with the exchange as she sinks deeper into my arms.
There’s a Player seated on the couch in the center of the room surrounded by guards. Blue’s gaze follows mine as she looks at her with confusion.
“Did she surrender?” she asks, more to herself than to me.
“She most likely lost,” I say, leaving the game room, but Blue continues to watch over my shoulder. “A lack of bets, I’m sure.”
