Hostile Takeover (The Game #8) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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River was seated at another table, having beers with someone I didn’t recognize, so that had to be Dean. Finally, someone my age, perhaps even older. Lethally handsome, the epitome of what Tate had taught me was a silver fox.

I did a double take at the sight of… It was Shay. Oh, that lucky boy, what had he done to deserve such a reward? He was strapped to a sawhorse, naked, head facing the brick wall, and…I wondered if it was part of some type of medical play, because a surgical screen hid his upper body from sight unless you were standing right where I was now.

On the other hand, I didn’t know what medical scenario would involve a screen where someone had taken a Sharpie to write “PLAY WITH THE PORN PIGLET” all across the blue-green fabric.

Either way, he was lucky.

The house in Mclean had a pillory on the front lawn, and I remembered shuddering in fear the first time I'd seen it. Now I hoped to get to be restrained there one day, and I could add a sawhorse to the same list.

Reese stood up in the hot tub, stark naked, and got everyone’s attention. “Now that we’re all here, I just wanna share the story of the little porn piglet.” He took a swig of his beer. “The other day, we were in the middle of a nice edging scene with Shay. We were on day three, I think, and Riv and I were gonna step out real quick to pick up dinner and some supplies for work around the house.”

Oh dear.

I heard some muffled protesting from Shay, clueing me in to the fact that he was gagged.

“Five minutes away from the house, we discover we forgot the note with the measurements for the timber we were buying,” Reese went on. “So my brother and I drove back, and what do we find? A horny little sub watching porn and fucking himself with a dildo.”

“I would’ve done the same, man,” Noa huffed. “You two are fucking mean. Being edged for three days?!”

“Keep talking, little one,” Reese said flatly. But before Noa could take a breath and get himself into trouble, Reese continued. “We only have three rules for y’all to follow if you wanna play with our piglet—below the screen. One, he’s not allowed to get off. Two, no anal. Three, respect his safewords. If he squeezes the safeword ball, step away and remove his gag. Riv and I will come runnin’.” He gestured to Shay. “There’s a bag o’ fun at his feet—knock yourselves out. Fuck him with toys, come on his ass, fingers are okay, rim jobs are always pleasurable, go to town with the floggers and paddles—I think Riv dropped a nice cane in there too. And unless you plan on going bukkake on his ass, clean up the fuckhole after you’re done.”

Heavens.

I squeezed Jack’s hand tightly.

“How jealous are you right now?” he asked knowingly.

“I…” I couldn’t describe how much. Except for the no coming part. I didn’t enjoy being denied a nice orgasm. “So very much.”

Jack chuckled. “If you’re lucky, maybe you can lick my come off him later.”

“I would love that,” I replied hurriedly. “Thank you, son.”

“If…you’re lucky,” he drawled. Then he turned to Macklin and asked, “Can I have a word with you, Mack?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I eyed my boy curiously.

He gave my hand a squeeze before letting go. “I’m just gonna go, uh…change. I’ll be back soon.”

What were they going to talk about? Why would he need a place to change? We weren’t changing into anything; I was just going to drop my clothes and fold them over a bench or something.

I watched them head to the door again, and right as they left, I saw Jack’s hand slide down to Macklin’s ass. They shared a secret, flirty smile that caused my stomach to drop. God, this was it. Playtime had begun.

Lust and uncertainty could be such a heady mixture. I’d only scratched the surface of it so far, and I had a feeling exploring with Jack would send me down a rabbit hole from which I never wanted to reemerge.

“Are you joining us, Franklin?” Noa demanded. “Why are you always so slow? Is it because you’re a decrepit old fuck, Gramps?”

One day, he was going to stop pushing that button because he’d understand it only amused me. But today was not that day.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I answered distractedly. Then I turned for the door and returned to the entryway. With only three directions to go—downstairs, to the service elevator, or to the bathroom—it was an easy pick. Even more so when I noticed they’d left the bathroom door ajar a couple inches.

“Hurry,” I heard Macklin urge.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re still a cockslut,” Jack grunted.


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