While Jason was admittedly a self-professed gamer, known to get lost in video games for hours at a time, his girlfriend also enjoyed games of her own.
But hers were of a different nature.
While Jason’s games were based on state of the art technology and graphics that even five years ago would have been unimaginable, hers were far more basic.
Stripped down.
Games so simple and rooted in such basic concepts that they could have been children’s games.
Other than the fact that her games could be so maddening they were known to bring grown men to their knees.
Like, tonight for instance when after securing Jason’s wrists to the headboard, in a sweet and oh so innocent voice, she calmly explained, “Tonight…. let’s play the ‘No Talking’ game.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god….
Although the ‘No Talking’ game was as simple as the title itself, the mere words caused Jason’s heart to race in anticipation. Unable to utter even a word of protest, he simply nodded his head with a quiet whimper, acknowledging he understood and accepted her terms.
Now, nearly an hour later sweat was beaded on his forehead and glistening on his chest…. his arms trembled from their instinctive straining against his bonds… and his eyes were glazed over with a pleading expression of desperation.
Still, he had not yet uttered a word.
No matter how badly he wanted to plead with her to wrap her silky soft hand around his cock and give it the firm, rhythmic strokes it craved he remained silent.
No matter how badly he wanted to beg her to let him feel her lips, her tongue, her mouth on his shaft… the sensation of her breath fluttering across his quivering hardness nearly enough to make him scream in frustration… he didn’t utter a word.
Instead Jason did his best to endure her soft… teasing… tantalizing caresses in silence, well aware that even one simple, desperate, “Please???…,” would be enough to cause him to lose the ‘No Talking’ game. And with the loss of the ‘No Talking’ game meant the loss of any hope of cumming.
She purred contentedly with lust, loving how hot… how swollen…. how needy the pulsing of his cock felt against her fingertips. Seeing the first signs of tears of frustration welling up in his eyes, she sweetly cooed, “Aww, what’s the matter, baby?… is there something wrong?”
She fought back a smirk as he shook his head from side to side, her delicate fingertips cruelly swirling and tracing along the quivering head of his cock.
“No?,” she purred innocently. “Are you sure? You look like there’s something you want to say….. is there?…. is there something you want to ask me sweetie?”
This time she couldn’t help but chuckle softly when he again shook his head.
“No?…. there’s not?,” she teased. “Ok… well, in that case, let’s keep playing some more.”
As her fingertips continued their slow… delicate… maddening caresses she cast her gaze at Jason, soft seductive purrs emanating from her.
“You’re doing so well tonight, Jason,” she murmured with approval. “In fact, you’re doing so well that I’ve thought of a new game we can play after we finish the ‘No Talking’ game.”
She smiled at the sight of his eyes widening.
“Wanna know what it’s called?,” she asked teasingly.
Her eyes sparkled wickedly as she explained, “I call it…. the ‘No Stopping’ game.”
Jason’s eyes widened even more, and with a grin she added, “I’d tell you how it’s played, but… I think it’ll be way more fun for me to just show you so you can find out for yourself.”
She cocked her head at the sound of his whimper. “I’m sorry, sweetie? What was that? Were you trying to say something?”
Swallowing hard Jason managed to shake his head from side to side.
“No? Still nothing to say?,” she murmured tauntingly.
And as her soft caresses continued wickedly keeping his cock teetering on the brink of eruption, she smiled sweetly and in a calm voice purred, “Mmm, don’t you just love game night Jason? Isn’t it the best?….”
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