His Games, Her Rules

The light bulbs in my brain go off all at once. He wants me to go to Santa Monica with him as his pretend girlfriend and obviously stay in the same hotel with him and we’re going to have to pretend like something is actually going on between us when there’s nothing there.

“You thought this through, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you do. I can’t go to California with you.”

“Then you don’t have to play.”

“And you’re not gonna leave me alone, are you? You’re Dominique Gray, you always get what you want, obviously. Why can’t you get someone else?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want what I want.”

God, he’s so stubborn.

“The stakes here are not fair.”

“How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

He’s right. I could choose any game, a game I know he may lose, but then he’s going to walk away and pretend like he doesn’t know how he commands my body and make me lose my breath each time he looks at me. Do I even want him to stay away? If he had come up with this proposition one month ago, even before we had sex in that hallway, I may have jumped at it. Why now?

And why am I being hesitant? I thought I wanted him to stay away, but now I’m not so sure anymore.

“You are hesitant. Are you afraid I might actually win?” He smirks as he tilts his head to the side. “If you are not too sure you’ll win, you could back down now and admit how much you want my hands on you.”

Damn. He did think this through, didn’t he?

“Okay. We’ll play.”

Dominique smiles. “I know you will agree.”

“I gotta ask. What makes you think you’ll win?”

“I don’t know that. You’re the one choosing the game, right?”

I exhale as I glance around, trying to shake off the thought of what we’re about to do. The waiter comes back and we give him our order. He leaves afterward.

“Assume I lost and we went to California. What’s expected of me?”

“You’re my pretend girlfriend.”

“How are they gonna believe that? They’re your family, they know that you’ve never had a girlfriend before. Why now? Why do you want a pretend girlfriend? You could always go to your sister’s wedding without a date.”

“How about losing first?” Dominique smirks at me and I roll my eyes.

Two waiters come back with our food as they set them on the table. The aroma of the food is both tantalizing and refreshing. I am already filled up and I’m yet to eat anything.

“Enjoy your evening, Sir and Ma’am.” The waiter nods as he leaves with the second waiter.

We start to eat in silence and Dominique can barely peel his eyes off of me. I feel like he’s trying to undress me with his eyes.

“Are you gonna stop anytime soon?” I ask as I look up at Dominique who seems surprised by my question. “You’ve been staring and knowing your type of person, the thoughts behind that look are anything but good.”

Dominique smirks and raises one eyebrow. “Is that so?”

I raise my glass of wine to my lips as I take a sip. “Yes.”

“If you don’t mind me asking why are you so adamant about my proposition?”

“Which of them?”

“No strings attached.” He points out.

“I have a feeling you’ve never had such relationships before. You know, considering who you are.”

“Who am I?”

“Don’t play coy, Dominique. You don’t have to speak, and women are standing in line to do anything you want. You can have any woman you want.”

“How about you? Why can’t I have you?” He whispers, his words shutting down my brain cells.

I raise my glass of wine to my lips and take a sip as I look anywhere else but him. Thankfully, Dominique doesn’t say anything else. We continue to eat and as usual, Dominique continues to stare at me. We finish eating and the waiter comes back to clear the table. With nothing but a bottle of wine and our two glasses left on the table, I exhale.

“Okay, I have got a game for us.”

Dominique smiles. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Truth or dare.”

Dominique raises his eyebrows, a coy smile playing on his lips as he nods once.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks and tilts his head, letting his gaze sweep down my body.

I’m not sure, but it’s the one game we could play that I may actually win. Truthfully, I chose this game because he wasn’t expecting it and there’s a probability I might actually lose. And maybe losing isn’t so bad.

“I’m sure. Truth or dare.”

“You know you could always back down.”

“I’m not backing down. Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Okay. How dirty do you want it?” He asks.

“Whatever thing you want, you have my consent.”

“Well, I’ll be damned if I don’t love where this is going.” He says as he sits upright, not for once looking away from me.

“You go first.”

Dominique is quiet as he watches me intently. Then he asks, “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Okay. Have you ever touched yourself to the memory of that night? You know, the night we fucked. And if yes, how often?”

Boy, how can his dirty words excite me just like that?

I clear my throat and cross my thigh over the other as I squeeze my thighs together. Dominique’s eyes are all over me, watching me.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His eyelids are heavy as he stares at me. I can’t read the look in his eyes, but there is pure lust in them and something else I don’t recognize. “I want you to say it. I want you to give me more details, Robyn.”

I take a deep breath, briefly shutting my eyes as memories of that night flash through my eyes. “Yes, I’ve touched myself often to the memory of that night. And sometimes, two or three times a week.”

“You’re a bad girl, Robyn.”

I groan. “Shut up.”

Dominique chuckles as he licks his bottom lip. When his chuckle dies down, he asks, “Is that how badly you want me inside you again?”

“I’m not gonna answer that. That’s two questions in a row.” I glare at him as I reach forward to grab my glass of wine.

“My turn then. I choose Truth.”

I set the glass down as I go through several awkward questions in my head. But knowing Dominique, nothing is ever awkward to him. I guess he derives pleasure from awkward questions and uncomfortable moments.

“What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

A small smirk slips into his face as he stares at me. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me.”

Still smirking, he replies. “Of course.” With his arm on the chair, Dominique slowly taps his slender fingers on the arm. “I have always imagined you naked, with nothing shielding your body from me and you putting on red heels,”

“Why am I in your fantasy?”

“You’re everywhere in my head, Robyn. And trust me I’ve tried to get you out, and the more I try, the more I realize I don’t want you out.”

Oh, boy. How can his words set my soul on fire and make me want him so badly? Heat rushes to my face and I flush. I am smitten, aren’t I?Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I gulp as we stare at each other, with a heavy sexual tension emanating from the both of us. He sweeps his gaze over my body, lingering a little longer on my breasts as he brings his gaze back to lock his eyes with mine.

His voice is deep and sultry, sending a wave of pleasure to the part of my body that desperately needs release. “You’ll be bound, either by my tie or handcuffs and gagged. Or you could be tied down on my bed, whatever I choose. You’ll submit your body to me consensually and I’ll do to you whatever I want. Starting from telling you how beautiful you are and by showing you how much I’d enjoy pleasuring you and I’ll worship every inch of your skin on your body. I’ll kiss my way down, leaving behind every little bite to show you I own you, and who you belong to. You are not allowed to moan but express how good I make you feel through your body language,” Dominique pauses as he stares at me with lidded eyes. There’s nothing but pure hunger in his eyes.

I gulp, clenching my thighs tighter as I look into his hungry eyes. He’s like a predator right now, staring at me like I’m his prey.

God, I feel hot. Is the room hot or am I hot?

Oh, boy, he’s left the mental imagery of what he’s promised and I am about to throw caution into the wind and let us just fuck for the second time.

“Do you want me to continue?” He whispers, his words sending a vibration to my pussy walls.

I want him to continue, but my pride will not let me tell him that.

“Does the idea of being tied up during sex arouse you?”

“Is that my question even though I haven’t chosen Truth yet?”

Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. “Okay, then. Truth or Dare?”

Are we gonna pretend he didn’t just give me mental imagery of the dirty things he wants to do to me? My breathing is a little shallow and the heat of his words is doing strange things to me. I want to choose Truth, but what fun will that be?

“Dare.”

A slow smirk curls into Dominique’s lips as he locks eyes with me.

“I dare you to touch yourself right now, right here, and don’t try to hold back your moans. I wanna hear you. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”