It started as a game.
They were lounging in bed — her laptop open, his eyes curious, shirt half off. She found a new couples game on PleasuresToys.com and grinned.
“Let’s play,” she said, voice low, dangerous.
“But if you lose a round… I take control.”
He smirked. He always underestimated her.
The first few rounds were easy — light questions, teasing truths, naughty dares.
But she didn’t play fair. She never did.
By Round 6, she was in his lap, whispering filth into his ear, watching the heat rise under his skin like a slow boil.
“Next question,” she purred.
“Would you rather be tied up… or punished?”
He hesitated. That was all she needed.
She grabbed him by the jaw.
“Too slow.”
He was naked and kneeling within minutes — wrists cuffed to the headboard, legs shaking, already hard.
She circled him like a wolf. Leather crop in one hand, the game screen still glowing beside them. She tapped the next prompt with the tip of the crop.
“Confess a kink you’ve never told me.”
“Answer it right… or I slap your cock.”
He stuttered something. It didn’t matter.
THWACK.
The sound echoed like a warning bell.
He moaned like he’d been waiting for it all night.
“That’s one,” she said.
“You’re not here to win. You’re here to break.”
She fed him questions like poison — each one demanding more.
Until he was gasping, eyes glassy, body trembling.
She spat in his mouth, slapped his face, then shoved two fingers in — deep.
“Say thank you, slut.”
“T–thank you…”
“Louder.”
“THANK YOU, MA’AM!”
She straddled his chest, soaking his tongue as her nails raked down his thighs. When she finally let him fuck her, it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, unfiltered submission.
She rode him until he begged.
Then made him watch her finish alone, untouched.
When it was over, she kissed his cheek like nothing happened.
Closed the laptop.
“Same time tomorrow?” she said.
“You still have levels to unlock.”
🔗 Inspired by the Couple Game on PleasuresToys.com/couplegames