His Little Game

Chapter 2

DAYTON

The video came up, and my cock hardened at the mere image of her. I watch intently as she pleasures herself. Sticking my airpods in, I hear her gasps and moans fill my ears. The same sounds in the bar.

Fuck.

She sounded even better than I remembered.

Silver Morgan, the woman I have been secretly watching for years. Since high school, when she was a rebel in the making, college changed her. She became more herself with her gothic style. I never knew tight leather pants would make a woman seem more fuckable than when she arrived on her first day. My heart spiked, and all the blood went to my damn cock like it did back in the day.

We know each other, but she never once spoke to me. I am what you all call a bad boy. I love everything scary, and my face paints make me who I am. I am myself when I wear them, but when I have to be the doting son for my mum, I will place it all aside and be the caring, loving son my mum needs me to be. It was the one thing my mum asked, and it's the one rule I will follow. I have more respect for my mum. She was the one who brought me into this world.

Silver and I both have the same upbringing, single mums who worked their asses off to get us through school and college. And that is just about it. My father was never in the picture, but I learned hers was until he remarried and started a new family, leaving her behind. It broke my heart to learn about it.

Since I have been able to drink, I have always been to Eclipse every weekend, and only recently noticed Silver frequent there too. We hang with the same people, Raven being one of them.

Raven is her best friend, but also my friend. She is dating a close friend of mine. Somehow, she knew about my feelings for Silver and wanted to help. She didn't come up with the messages or my little game plan. I did that. She only gave me her number, and I started the rest. She only found out through Silver what I was doing and told me to be careful. But I know our doll can take what I give her.

The photos I sent her of her walking in front of me or in one lecture we attended alone together. I want to be an artist but also love English and history. I watch her in class as she scribbles in her worn-out notebook. I watch her cross her leg and parts of her thigh tattoo show. She may wear fishnet stockings, but the mere thought of what I would love to do when I get my hands on her when she wears them will make her leave without them. I plan to rip them by her cunt and fuck her with them on. It sends every living blood cell I own to my cock.

Her moans end, which pulls me from my thoughts, and I press play again, but this time I take my time studying her damn curves. The woman knows how to pull off any outfit. The one she wore last weekend had my pulse racing, and when she bent over, revealing her damn suspenders, it was only a matter of time before I had her moaning in that damn restroom.

"Ah!" her moans echo in my ears as the sounds of her wet cunt come to play. Fuck, what a perfect as her fingers pick up speed. I watch as she takes them deeper, sending her into a mess.

This is nothing like I did to her on the weekend, but watching the woman you crave play with herself. There is nothing more of a turn-on than having her cum, thinking it is all about you. By god, I hope she was thinking about me. Even though she doesn't know I am, I can only dream.

The game I have her playing is she has to answer questions to see if she can guess who I am, but to her, she has failed them all. But in all honesty, she got at least two right. I lied, as I knew I wanted to play with her. She's my doll. I know she will probably ruin me when she finds out the truth, but what would a man give to have a stunner like her on their arm? I would give up everything just to have her, even have blue balls, till she made me hers.

Since she has been here, I have heard all the gossip involving her. I have heard the way some of these assholes at college talk about her, and I have stopped it all, even the mean girls. Thinking they can claim me when in fact, they can't even make me hard. I would rather have a black-haired beauty with curves than a stick-thin wanna-be model with fake everything. I like to have handles to hold while squeezing that damn perfect neck of hers till she sees stars.

The video ends a second time, but I can't get enough of her and play it a third time. This time I'm going to cum. My cock strains in my damn black sweats as I place my hand inside. My eyes move to the door, making sure my roommate Dean doesn't come in, as I pull my throbbing cock out and stroke.

I move with every movement she makes to herself. Picking up the pace when she goes deeper, my head falls back onto the headboard as I groan. "Fuck." Her moans fill my ears as I pump my cock faster till it pulses. As soon as I know she has cum, I release all over myself. Letting the warm cum hit my abs as I groan out her name.

"Silver."

After a few seconds, I open my eyes and grin. Such a perfect little doll. I have to show her what she made me do. Moving off her video, I photograph my cum on my stomach and send it to her. I placed a brief message underneath.

"Such a perfect little doll you are," I wrote. "Making me cum hard."

Placing my phone to the side after I sent the message, I quickly get some tissues and wipe all my cum off my abs just as Dean barges into my room with a grin. "Dayt—" he said but stopped short when his eyes landed on me and frowned. "Fuck, man. You could have placed a sock on the door to warm me or something."

I chuckled as I placed all the tissues into the bin and moved off the bed.

"Any reason you would barge in unannounced?" I asked, looking at him.

Dean grinned. "Oh, there is," he said. "They have invited Sasha to that dorm room party. We are going and even have an extra ticket for you."

The corners of my lips pull up into a smirk as I move my head. "How did she get them?" I asked, but Dean tapped his nose and grinned. "Let's say one girl on the same floor as Silver likes to have a woman."

I grin. "So, you let Sasha—" I said, but Dean shook his head. "Oh, we did better than that. I watched it and even filmed it. Damn, it was a turn-on and hot as hell. Who knew my girl could eat a cunt better than me?"

I said nothing as I stood up, stretching as Dean moved his head to the side. I didn't need to know what Sasha and he did. I needed the ticket to get into the party. "I thought you would be happy," he said. "You wanted to make your ultimate move on her."

I stare at him for a moment as my grin widens. "Oh, I am," I said. "It just means now it's coming to the end of my game with her, and she has to guess who I am."

Dean chuckled.

"Do you think she knows?" he asked, which made me shrug. "We'll soon see."

"How are you going to let her know?" he asked, but I tapped my nose like he did moments ago. "That's for me to know and you to leave my room. Is Sasha staying tonight?"

Dean grins, which only makes me know what he has brewed up. "Got your—"

"Headphones," I said, cutting him off and finishing his sentence. "I have. I have something to watch, anyway." That video will be on repeat all night.

Dean gave me a knowing look as a smirk pulled the corners of his lips up. "Sure," he said. "Make sure you get Silver to know who you are, or we will run out of tissues."

I grabbed my remote, which was close to me, and threw it at him. Dean chuckled as it missed him. "Tomorrow night will be the night," he said. "It will be the night you get to have the woman you saw damn want."

I said nothing but smiled as he closed the door behind him.

Sitting back on the bed, I picked up my phone and knew I had to get the ball rolling for the end of this game we had been playing.

"Last question, Doll..." I type as I grin.

I'd say all things come to those who play games, and this game was something else. I had her send three pictures, which are in my phone favorites. The video was the first for her, and I would have never asked her to do it if I didn't think she was uncertain.

All I had to do was drip subtle hints tomorrow and then turn up, dressed like I usually do for Eclipse, and claim her.

And boy, would her dorm know who would have her, especially when I had her screaming my name out for all to hear.