His Games, Her Rules

“I’m sorry?” I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking.

“I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don’t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”

This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he’s joking or not, but there is none. He’s actually not joking.

“What if I fake an orgasm?”

“I’ll know. You will show me proof.”

“You can’t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.”

“Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.”

“And let you win?”

“Then this will be an easy fit for you then.” Dominique smirks at me.

Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I’m doing something erotic in a public place. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimulant. I could actually have sex in a public bathroom, a car, and the back of a movie theater and I don’t care because it sexually excites me and the thought of getting caught is both exciting and erotic.

And since Dominique wants a show, I’m going to give him a show. A show that’s going to leave him on the edge of his seat sexually frustrated and squirming. Since he made me frustrated by giving me a mental image of what he fantasizes about doing to me, I’m going to make him feel the way I felt.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I smirk. “What, you thought I was going to back down just like that. You’re wrong.” I lean back in my seat, comforted by the surprised look on his face.

He didn’t think I was going to adhere to his dare and the shock in his handsome face is both satisfying and funny.

Suddenly, Dominique pulls out his phone from his suit jacket as he unlocks it. He types something and slowly he sets the phone on the table.

“Timer is set. You have three minutes to cum. And don’t try to hold back.”

“Oh, I won’t.” I flash him a smug smile.

“Your time starts now.”

As much as I enjoy getting off in public, doing something as pleasurable and erotic as this with Dominique in front of me has never been on my bucket list. Especially with the way he’s looking at me right now, eyelids heavy, and his irises clouded with lust.

I spread my legs apart slowly as I pull my dress up a little. My breathing is shallow from being sexually aroused and the thought of showing Dominique how horny I am right now. I run my fingers on my lap, tracing my warm skin as I bring my hand in between my legs, right on my heat. I plaster my hand on my heat as I gently rub myself through my lace panties. I push my panties aside as I slide one finger along my folds. A breathy moan escapes my lips and I bite my bottom lip.

Dominique shifts on his seat as he fists his hands on the arm of the chair. He watches, obviously aroused by what I’m doing right now. I rub small circles on my throbbing clit, and slide down my middle finger to my opening. I slip in the finger and slowly pull it out. I slip it back in again and just like that I begin to fuck myself, thrusting past my tight walls.

A small groan escapes his lips as he squirms in his seat, just like I want him to. Seeing him uncomfortably aroused because of me is enough to shift me to the edge, but I’m not cumming yet, not now anyway.

I bring my free hand to my breast and pinch my nipple and slowly start to rub my thumb over it. My nipples are hard, straining against the fabric of my dress and so sensitive too. I slip in another finger as I curl it upward inside me until I’m rubbing up against my g-spot, moaning as I pleasure myself.

The moans that leave my mouth are not loud, but it’s loud enough for Dominique to hear.

“Do you like me in this position?” I ask Dominique as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Huh? With my legs wide apart and my fingers in my pussy?”

Dominique groans, the vibrations nearly sending me off the edge. “Fuck, Robyn.”

“Tell me you like me in this position. Horny, and wet, and breathless as I pleasure myself.”

A guttural sound escapes the back of his throat as he grips the arm of the chair he’s sitting on. His resolve is slowly slipping off and the idea of bringing this powerful man to my mercy is erotic. It’s taking him a lot of self control not to drag me out of here and into the restroom to fuck me.

And with the way I’m feeling right now, I would really like that.

God, I’m soaking wet as I pull out my fingers. I place the digit on my swollen clit as I continue to rub fast circles. The timer is going to go off any second and I’ve been holding back from climaxing.

“Oh, fuck. God, I’m gonna cum.” I cry out, my lips slightly parted as I increase the pace, stroking my clit in fast circles.

I squeeze my eyes shut at once, pinching my nipples hard.

“Don’t close your eyes, look at me.” He commands, his voice gruff and fucking sexy.

I open my eyes as I lock eyes with his beautiful blue eyes that are a shade darker from the lust clouding his eyes. I curl my toes in my shoes as I stroke a few times and then I let go. My orgasm rip through me, sending me over the edge as my legs shake. I grip the edge of the table to hold myself still before someone notices what’s going on.

The minute I come down from my high, the timer goes off, vibrating on the table. None of us bother to reach for it to turn it down. I’m breathless, my breathing ragged. Dominique, on the other hand, looks flushed, his eyes dark, and his jaw tight.

How long has he been clenching his jaw?

Slowly, he reaches for his phone and turns off the timer as he sets it down on the table. I pull out my hand from my panties as I pull down my dress. Suddenly, the waiter appears by my side and I whip my head toward where he’s standing.

“The bill, sir.” The waiter says as he drops the bill on the table.

Without staring at the bill, Dominique pulls out his credit card and stretches it toward the waiter. The waiter takes it, glances at me briefly, and then he leaves.

“So you get off from the idea of getting caught?” Dominique asks, his face blank and void of any emotions. I can still see the desire in his blue eyes.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Considering you let me take you right there in that hallway.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The last thing I want to discuss is my sexual fantasy, especially with Dominique.

“And you wanted proof.” Locking eyes with Dominique, I reach inside my dress for the waistline of my panties. Slowly, I pull it down, lifting my hips as I slide the thin, lace material down my thighs and to my ankles as I pull it past my shoes.

I grab my panties and toss them on the table in front of him. If he was horny before, then right now, he’s hungry for me. Desire swirls in his eyes as he picks my panties up, trying not to lift it up so people won’t see it. Slowly, he stares at it, turning it around in his fingers. There’s a bit of my orgasm on my panties and the sight makes him growl.

Seeing him like this, aroused and agitated is bliss. When the whiplash of my orgasm hit me, I was embarrassed. I mean, I just literally touched myself in front of Dominique. The scene was erotic, but not the aftermath. And to shake off the embarrassment, I had to act tough like my heart isn’t slamming hard against my chest.

I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching him squirm as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, it was a sight I could never forget soon. Seeing him in the exact position he always leaves me, gave me a new sense of power. He was at my mercy and my hands were not on him either. I could see the restraint when I pleasured myself. He was fighting himself, trying not to grab me right that moment and have me right there and then.

“Why are you doing this?”

“We are playing a game, aren’t we? You dared me to touch myself and show you proof. That, there” I point at my panties in his hand. “is your proof. You can add it to your collection considering you already have two pairs of my panties.” I smirk as I flip my hair past my shoulder, my gaze locked on his as I cross my legs.

I’m wet, with my juices rubbing up against my thigh.

“Fuck, Robyn.” He slips my panties inside his suit jacket as he runs his fingers through his hair. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

“Won’t that be interesting?” I ask, my voice an octave lower as I stare into his eyes. Dominique doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have to. I can see the dirty promises in his eyes and that erupts butterflies in my stomach.

If he doesn’t kill me, what will?

I clear my throat and ask, “Are we still playing?”

“Yes.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You’re no fun.” I say to him, smirking a little as we watch each other.

“I choose Truth, Robyn.” A coy smile appears on his lips and I roll my eyes at him.

“Okay. Tell me what you were thinking about when I touched myself?”

Dominique stalls time, his undivided attention on me as he slips out his tongue to lick his bottom lip.

Boy, the things his tongue can do.

Slowly, with his eyes on me and me alone, Dominique leans forward and lowers his voice. “I was thinking about pushing this table aside and getting down on my knees as you let me worship your pussy, with my tongue and my fingers. I didn’t mind taking you right here, with you on the table and my cock buried deep inside you and not for once caring about the people around us. And then when you moaned and shut your eyes, with your fingers on your clit, fuck, Robyn, all I wanted to do right at that moment was have a taste of you. I would have done anything to have you again. Anything at all.”

Dear God. Where’s the nearest hospital because I’m about to have a cardiac arrest?

How the hell is he this good with words? He just planted that imagery in my head and just like that, desire begins to pull at my stomach. I can feel the pleasure building up in my sensitive flesh and I want him to do to me what he just promised. Dominique can see the lust in my eyes and Slowly, he leans back, with a satisfied smirk on his perfect face as he stares at me.

I bite my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together with my clammy hands on my thighs.

Well, fuck him.

If it wasn’t to torture me, I didn’t see the reason why God threw this man into my life. Now he’s making me question my life decisions and my morals. I can’t think again, he’s occupied every cell in my brain and my body knows when to respond to his words and his touch.

I’m doomed.

“It’s your turn.” Dominique’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I blink my eyes.

“I choose Truth.”

“What’s your story?”

“What do you mean?”

Dominique exhales. “You’re not swayed by wealth and luxury.”

“Because I don’t care about it.”

“But that isn’t the truth, is it?”

Okay, where is he going with this? This is no longer a game. This is a quiz. He’s quizzing me about my life and past, something I don’t want to talk about, especially not because of a truth or dare game.

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth. What’s your story?” He asks and I bite the tip of my tongue as I shoot him a glare. “There’s something about you, isn’t there? You portray this side of you you want the whole world to see when there’s an exact opposite side of you you don’t want the world to see. A part of you that’s really you.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“So there’s something to talk about then?”

Okay, seriously, what’s going on? I knew Dominique was bad for my health the minute he walked into my life, but I didn’t want to believe it. I hid that part of me very well because I didn’t want my past disrupting my new life and nobody suspects anything. Absolutely nobody.

And now Dominique thinks there’s a story behind my life that I’m not telling anyone. How could he tell? Has he been digging up details about me?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The fact that I’m not swayed by material things like money and cars and wealth, doesn’t mean there’s a story. There’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.”

I open my mouth to tell him a piece of my mind but the waiter from earlier stops by our table and hands Dominique his credit card. He takes it from the waiter as the waiter leaves. Dominique turns to look at me and exhales, a smug smirk playing on his full lips.

“I’m gonna drop it, but admit you’ve lost and I won.”

The nerve of this man. He did plan this out. Everything. I have a feeling he knew I would pick out this game and he used that to his favor.

“Fine. You won.” I grit out.

“Good. Don’t pack anything. We’re leaving for California on Wednesday.”