The Game by L.P. Lovell

5

After lunch, Preston heads to the office with Michael, leaving me alone with Tobias. I expect to be escorted to a waiting limo, but instead the valet pulls a black Ferrari up to the curb, then drops the keys in Tobias’s waiting palm.

I sink onto the soft leather seat as Tobias climbs behind the wheel. The engine revs like a powerful jungle cat before we pull away. I watch people on the sidewalk stare, and I have a moment where I have to remind myself why I’m here. Only because they chose me to play their game. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“You don't speak much, Ella.”

“I can't ask questions.” So what does he expect me to talk about with complete strangers? “And seeing as how I don't know you, that limits what I can say.”

Tension fills the small space, pressing in on me and like an ever-shrinking box. “Does it bother you?”

“No.”

“Does it make you feel powerless?” Dark amusement laces his voice, and I want so badly to tell him to go fuck himself.

“It bores me,” I say.

“Careful, Ella.”

A traffic light catches us and he slams on the brakes. The loud engine rumbles as the car idles, and I watch the pedestrians hurry through the crowded sidewalks. I can’t ask questions, but I can make probing statements. “This game must be a great way for a man who has everything to have a little fun.”

Suddenly, Tobias’s hand is in my hair. I panic for a moment when he drags me as far as he can manage across the console.

“Everything is a game. And power is the winning card. Always. So, I ask you again, do you feel powerless when my fingers are inside you?” His nose runs along the edge of my jaw on a deep inhale. “Or do you feel powerful when you're coming on my hand—” He moves his lips to my ear— “When your tight pussy is pulling me deeper?”

And how do I answer that? I feel, with Tobias, there is always a wrong answer and a right answer, and then there is the truth: When I'm with him the feelings of powerless and powerful mix together, separating like oil and water. “Both,” I whisper.

A small smirk dances over his lips as he releases my hair. “Good girl.”

A car horn blares behind us, but it’s a few more moments before he finally focuses on the road and drives off.

* * *

We endup in the business district by Wall Street, on the top floor of yet another office building. From the stack of files a secretary leaves on the desk, I assume we’re heading to a meeting, but as soon as she leaves, Tobias slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. He shrugs out of it and tosses it to the desk behind him before lowering the zipper on his slacks. And now he’s completely naked. Even stripped of his suit, of the staples that embody power, there is still something that seems to set him apart. How is it that, in his most vulnerable form, with the backdrop of the city behind him, he appears even more powerful and intimidating?

His palm glides over the plane of his stomach, dropping lower until he’s fisting his swollen cock. I’m so enthralled by watching him touch himself that I don’t notice we’re no longer alone until a rush of warm breath fans across the back of my neck. “Like what you see, sweet Ella?” Preston whispers in my ear.

The straps of my dress slip from my shoulders. Preston pulls the material down until my breasts are exposed. His touch glides over the swell, circling my hardening nipple. “So soft. So pretty.”

“Do you like watching Tobias?” he asks, shoving the material pooled around my hips the rest of the way down.

Tobias is naked and so am I. Any coyness I might normally feel is snuffed out by the way their gazes rake over me like wolves about to feast. It empowers me. It makes me want to do things I normally wouldn’t, or maybe it’s the knowledge that in just a week, this will be over and I’ll never see them again. Anonymity is a gift.

Preston’s fingers spread across my stomach, inching lower and lower. An ache builds between my thighs until I'm lost in a state of desperation and confusion. I don't know what I want, what I need, or what's expected of me. And just when I think his fingers are about to plunge deep inside me, he pulls his hand away and grips my shoulders.

“On your knees,” he says.

I do as told, dropping to my knees while I tell myself this submission is for the game. It’s not. At this very moment, I’m doing this because I’m caught up in their sensuous trap and I want a taste. I want to watch them become half as undone as I am.

Tobias’s hard cock is right in front of my face and Preston is at my back, his hands still on my shoulders.

Preston grips my hair as Tobias takes a step forward, his cock in his hand. “You have such a pretty mouth. Suck his cock, sweet Ella. Make him come.”

This should feel degrading. It doesn’t. Tobias trails his finger over my cheek. “Yes, suck me, little lamb.”

And I do. I slowly trace the edge of my tongue over his dick, sweeping along the perfect indention of his head before I take his thick cock back. I hate it and love it, and I almost forget about Preston until fingers brush the inside of my thigh. “Spread your legs, sweet Ella.”

His words make me wet, and I slide my knees apart, continuing to work my mouth over Tobias. I feel Preston’s hands on my thighs. I’m halfway aware of him sliding between them until his warm mouth lands on my pussy.

The sensation forces my eyes closed on a soft groan. This is the most powerless form of power I've ever experienced. I'm drunk on it. Addicted. And I am now certain that the intentions these two men have are not only to possess me but to ruin me. They want to be the thing I crave but can never have. And this is where I lose all inhibition.

I moan around Tobias's cock, tasting the promise of his orgasm and wanting more. I take him back until I gag, and his fingers fist my hair. He whispers “fuck” over and over between needy moans while Preston’s warm mouth fucks me from underneath.

“Ah, fuck,” Tobias groans, pulling his cock from my mouth and pumping his fist over it. That’s enough. I grind over Preston’s face in search of my release as a stream of Tobias’s warm come shoots over my chest.

And I’m right there with him. Wave after blissful wave or orgasm crashes over me in a relentless moment that seems to go on forever.

But the second it's all over, Preston gets to his feet and the embarrassment creeps in.

“Ella, you stay like that and you're going to make me come,” Preston says, dragging a finger through the warm, wet mess Tobias left on my chest. His fingertip touches the seam of my lips, and I suck it into my mouth.

“Get dressed, Ella,” Tobias says. “There's a restroom at the back of the office. Wipe yourself off, but don't wash it. We're going to play.”

If this is all I have to do for one million dollars— I’m more than game.