Senseless (The Game #9) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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Not gonna lie, I particularly enjoyed what Archie was currently doing, as in, kneeling in front of me and keeping my cock warm in his mouth.

“You are so fucking spoiled, honey.” Sloan shook his head in amusement.

I smirked. “There’s always room for more if you wanna come over and join the worship.”

“I’m good,” he laughed. “I love you, but I’m good.”

I grinned.

“Here, have another sip, Dominus.” Corey held the mug with hot chocolate in it to my lips, and I took a generous swallow.

The slight body heat between Colt and me helped too. My back, though—Jesus fucking Christ. It had to be a block of ice at this point.

Tate had bluntly decided that my stomach and chest were the hottest and Colt’s ass and muscled back were a work of art, so I was the one leaning back against an ice-cold tree while Colt pressed half of his upper body against half of mine. As for the rope… We weren’t going anywhere. We were tied to the tree, and we were tied together. And sort of like mirror images, except the opposite, I wore a rope harness that trapped my left arm in front of me, whereas Colt’s harness restrained his arm behind his back.

Stunning ropework—that I could appreciate once we were out of this frozen hell.

“Hey, chattiest photographers ever, what else is there to discuss?” Colt demanded. He tried to peer at Nathan and Tate over his shoulder. “You’ve covered every goddamn angle already—it ain’t like we can move around and strike a pose.”

“Excellent point.” I rolled my shoulders and did my best to relax. The second I tensed up, the cold was beyond brutal.

Tate glanced up from the screen on his camera. “Our problem is you don’t look comfortable.”

“No shit?” I stared at him. “It’s gonna snow any fucking minute, and we don’t look comfortable standin’ here in our goddamn skivvies?”

“Jesus,” he laughed through a groan. “Can’t you freaking act? We’re wasting premium beef here.”

“Boy, you’ve been humiliating Franklin too much,” Colt shot at him. “We’re sensitive creatures with feelings. We ain’t beef.”

“You sound like Reese,” Tate muttered.

Lucas cleared his throat and joined Tate and Nathan. “If I may be so bold… Have you considered physical intimacy? Unless that crosses a line with their partners, of course. But I’m thinking it might thaw them out.”

There’s an idea.

I lifted my brows and waited for the verdict.

The way Archie hummed and swirled his tongue around my cock left no doubt about what he wanted to see.

Kit perked up. “You mean Daddy and Master Greer kiss and stuff? Because I’m here for that.”

I snorted.

Colt chuckled under his breath. “I made the mistake of tellin’ him about the time you and I turned Luke into a spit-roast.”

Oh. I laughed. That explained Kit’s interest.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a book with all these encounters,” Tate stated frankly. “When the fuck was this?”

“Oh, years ago,” Lucas replied. “I don’t think you and Kingsley had joined us yet.”

“Perfect—I’m looking forward to story time,” Tate said. “I’m thinking a night of drinking and sparing no details. Maybe some show-and-tell too, if you have photos and video stashed away somewhere.” He didn’t leave room for responses. “Moving on—let’s get sexual unless I hear any objections from the partners.”

“Hold on, please.” Corey trapped the cocoa mug between his arm and chest as he wrestled with the zipper on his coat pocket. “I gotta find my phone so I can film. I promise I won’t share it with anyone except me, my stuffies, and my dick.”

“Y’all’re a bunch of horny devils,” Colt drawled.

“Duh,” Corey muttered.

Colt cocked his head. “What the hell do you do with your stuffies, son?”

“That’s between me and them,” my boy responded coolly. “Okay, I’m ready!”

Sloan and I exchanged a smirk.

“Kit, get over here,” Colt said. “I need a hand. Literally.”

I smiled and peered down at my slave, and he smiled back with his mouth full. Someone was trying to get his Owner hard. It was no longer just about keeping my cock warm.

“Archie and Kit are more than welcome to stay in the shot, but I want them to lose the clothes in that case,” Tate said.

At Archie’s look for an answer, I inclined my head.

“Yikes—that sounds cold,” Kit chuckled nervously.

“You don’t have to, baby.” Colt’s voice turned comforting, so I had a feeling it had more to do with Kit’s scars than the cold. Scars that were all but invisible underneath a colorful suit of tattoos.

He was a gorgeous young man, and I was sure the internal scars were a lot deeper than the physical ones.

“No, I want to.” The kid nodded firmly to himself and began removing his clothes.

Soon enough, both Kit and Archie were naked, and our supportive family members were ready with their phones to eternalize the moment. As if the professional photos Nathan and Tate were taking just didn’t cut it.


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