My hand shoots down his pants, and I squeeze, hard.
He releases my neck, and I plant a wet, passionate kiss on his lips as my hand strokes his cock.
His hands are at my shoulders in a second, and he shoves me harshly back. I stumble back in my heels, but I’m not pissed. I just won.
“Pergola,” Enzo says, saying his safe word.
Two men come over to immediately escort Enzo out.
I wave at him as the men put hands on his arms to lead him out. He shakes them off, gives me a glare vowing his revenge, and then walks out on his own accord.
Kai is staring me down.
“You’re welcome,” I mouth, knowing that she doesn’t want to watch her husband kiss another girl.
She stands froz
en, not sure whether to thank me or kill me for touching her man, even if it ensured that no other woman would touch him.
Kai turns back to her partner, and they chat. The man doesn’t touch her. He’s too afraid of what will happen. She’ll remain in this round, but eventually, she’ll be partnered with a man who isn’t afraid of her husband.
I glance around at the other couples.
Zeke and Siren are holding each other and whispering, most likely a plan, to each other.
Beckett has his girl on her knees, pulling his cock out and stroking him.
Interesting, he might be better at this game than I thought.
Maxwell’s partner moves to undo his pants, and he calls out his safe word. He turns to look at me to apologize.
I laugh and shake my head. I knew he wouldn’t last.
And then I see Langston. He’s making out with his model partner. His hands are all over her. He’s completely in control. Every time she tries to touch him, he grabs her hands and stops her. Forcing her hands behind her back, he spins her around and kisses down her neck.
She seems to be enjoying herself. But then he whispers something into her ear, and her face turns white.
She gulps like she can’t get enough air. That’s when I realize he’s gripping her neck, too. She can’t breathe.
I frown. This is one of the many reasons I don’t want Langston in the game. He’s smart and controlling and sexy—all weapons in this game.
Men have an advantage in the initial rounds because of their strength. Like Langston is doing now, they can overpower a woman to win.
But women have an advantage in the later rounds when that strength is taken away. With restraints, it becomes about limits. If you can read your partner and identify their weakness, that’s when you have the advantage. Knowing if they can handle pain themselves or if they’d rather be the one inflicting it.
Langston releases the woman’s neck as he kisses her so tenderly. He smirks at me, knowing I’m watching him. Half of the room is watching him. Neither of them is undressed compared to the majority of the room. Some brave souls are already fucking their partners. But Langston demands attention. He sucks in all the air around us, drawing us all to see what he will do next.
He raises her dress until her ass is visible. He slaps it hard, hard enough that water stings her eyes. Her mascara starts to run down her cheeks.
Langston fists her hair as he whispers something else into her ear.
She sucks back the tears.
He’s playing with her, like this is a random Tuesday. This is ordinary for him.
He slaps her ass again, and this time she calls out his name loudly. So loudly that the few people that were fucking and not paying attention stop and turn to watch them too.
This woman could be a submissive, someone who craves pain, and it wouldn’t matter. She would still lose. At this point, all Langston has to do is tell her to say her safe word, and she will. She’s completely under his control.