The Faking Game (The Billionaire Games #1)

by Olivia Hayle

“Good,” I tell her. “That was really good.” A smile flashes over her lips. She likes these kinds of compliments, I’ve noticed. Maybe not the ones that make her feel ogled or like an object. She’s had enough of those. But she loves being praised. Good thing I fucking love praising her.

“Do you have any kinks?” I read. It’s a pretty broad question, and I glance up to see him looking at me. “You go first.” “Some,” he says. “What are they?” His entire focus is on me, and I feel myself expand beneath it, a piece of paper folded out and smoothed. “I like praising the women I’m with,” he says. “You might have noticed that.” CHAPTER 26 NORA “Praising,” I repeat. “That’s…” “Exactly what it sounds like.” West reaches for his glass of wine. “I enjoy making my partner feel good and valued.” “Doesn’t everyone?” “They should. They better. But not everyone likes it quite as much as me, I think.” His amber eyes darken. “Guiding, admiring. Learning what a woman likes. What makes her feel good. Telling her just how good she’s doing when she’s pleasing me.” “Oh.” The word comes out a bit strangled. He’s called me good several times in our previous lessons. That’s my girl. It was unexpected… and unexpectedly nice, coming out in his deep, smooth voice. “You do like doing that.”

She’s being such a good girl.

He’s touching me like he’s wanted this forever; like I’ve finally given him permission and he’s not going to waste a single second of it.

“You’ve been so brave.” Her lips part on a soft sigh. She likes it when I praise her. I’d suspected, but I asked her tonight, because I had to hear her say it. Wanted to gauge her response. Not every woman wants to be spoken to that way. Even if I ache to tell her just how sweet she’s being. To use that vibrator between her legs and tell her to be good for me, tell me what she’s feeling. To let her see just how hard she makes me. I’d told her I didn’t like BDSM, and I don’t. But there’s a dominant aspect to praise that I do like. Always have. Slow, I remind myself. And hell. That’s where I’m heading. “I like it. When you praise me,” she whispers. “I meant to tell you that earlier at dinner. But I didn’t.” “Mhm? You do?” She nods a little. Eager, wide-eyed. “Yes. It helps me relax. Not think so much about whether I’m doing things right or wrong. Because you tell me.” “I’m going to keep doing it. Would you like that?” “Yes.” Her breath is warm against my thumb. “Very much.” “That’s my girl. I want you to talk to me, just like that. Can you do that for me?” “Like what?” “Honestly. If I’m going to touch you…. if you’ll touch me… We have to talk.” I tip her head up. “No more lies.” “I promise.”

“I’m right here with you. You’re so brave,” I tell her. “Being so good for me, working through your nerves like this.”

“My sweet, responsive girl. You’re doing so well.” I kiss her again.

She looks good in my bedroom. The words are on the tip of my tongue. To praise her for standing right there, waiting for me like I asked her to. I take her hand instead. “Looked your fill?” “Mhm. Your room is a mirror of mine.” “It is. Let’s get you to bed, sweet girl.” The endearment slips out anyway, and her fingers flex around mine. “Say that again,” she whispers. I tug her close as we walk to her room. “Sweet girl? You did so well tonight. Getting angry. Crying. Showing me how you really feel.”

“Look at you being such a good girl, learning how to please me.”

I told her what a good girl she was for setting her own boundaries.

I grip her thighs and lift her up onto the pool table. Her knees part for me. “Let me make you feel better.” She’s breathing hard, my mouth still on her neck. Her words close like a fist around me. As if there’s a single moment where being around her doesn’t make me feel better. “Tell me what to do.” I lift my head, and I’m going to hell, but when she asks me so prettily… “You know what would make me feel better, sweetheart?” “What?” “You, naked on this table,” I say, “and my head between your legs. Can you be good and let me make you come?”

“Touch yourself while I get the vibrator. Can you do that for me?” I nod and reach down to find the soft skin between my legs. Embarrassment wars with the primal, almost painful need inside me. “Yes.” “Good girl.”

“From here on out, before we leave the house, I’ll have to pull up your dress and make sure you’re not bare under there.” My chest feels hot, my breath coming fast. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this feeling. Of slowly, comfortably losing control around him, because I know he’s there to catch me. “Or what?” “Or you’ll get punished.” He bends down and presses hot kisses to my thighs, to my hipbone, to my clit.

“The only person,” he says darkly, “I should help prepare you for is me.”

“That’s it. Relax.” His hand moves down, finds my clit. I take another long breath, and the burn starts to fade. “That’s okay.” “Yeah?” “Mhm. You’re bigger than that vibrator, though.” He groans. It’s a guttural sound, half buried in his throat. “Yes. But it’s good practice. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Can you practice?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I can do that.”

It’s all too much and not enough, and is this the way it’s meant to feel? Why haven’t I been able to do all of this before? I think of the years I wasted not feeling like this, not having West in charge of my pleasure. “That’s… I…” “I know,” he says, and there’s another faint push inside me. “It’s all the way in now. You’re doing so good, baby. Seeing your pussy spread like this…”

“Everything changes,” I say. “It’s the only certainty in life.”

Her lips are rosy, cheeks red. Waiting, and when I realize what she’s waiting for, my spent cock twitches against my stomach. “You did so well, sweetheart. Swallowing it all like a good girl.” My shirt is open, legs splayed. Destroyed. “You’ve made me very happy.” Nora smiles. Pleasure dances in her eyes. “I’ve wanted to try that for days.” “Yeah? To see if you could wreck me?” “Yes.”

“West, we’re having sex.” A glorious smile spreads over his face. “Yes, we are. And you’re doing so well.”

“My brave, beautiful girl.” He kisses me fully then, lips against mine, and I melt into the warmth of it. The approval he gives me.