Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Three

My entire body was liquid heat at hearing those words. I looked over at her and let my eyes wander across every inch of her body, praying that she was feeling the same way I was.

How far is she going to let me take this?

Her full lips were still parted. Her chest was panting quickly in and out. I could see through her thin tank that her nipples were hardening. I barely bit back a groan thinking about them in my mouth.

I gathered more of her hair in my fist and pulled her head back, exposing more of her neck. I leaned closer, our knees touching and my face hovering over hers. Her pupils were blown wide with lust. And just as I was about to speak, she did something that made every ounce of blood in my body rush painfully to my dick.

She smiled. It was a smile that made me want to smack it off her pretty face.

She laughed a throaty laugh that was all sex.

“Seems like you’re doing more than just telling me some phrases, Joker.”

“My name is Jack.”

Her grin grew wider. “I know,” she said.

Oh, yeah, I thought. The NDAs.

“Are you going to take off that mask or…” She trailed off as she reached up to pull my mask off my face. My other hand wrapped around her wrist before she could touch the fabric, and I not so gently placed her hand back on her lap. I shook my head back and forth. She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. Brat. I abandoned her hand to run my thumb across that bottom lip.

“You have the real thing here in front of you instead of through a computer screen. Might as well get the full effect. What do you think, Quinlan?”

“You may as well be behind the computer screen. I can’t see you. Let me see you.”

My hand slipped from her mouth to her jaw and down around her throat. I squeezed enough to make my point.

“Now, now, Quinlan, love.” I raised up on my knees to hover farther above her. Her head craned back to look up at me. She bit her lip and leaned into my hand that was still wrapped around her throat. “You don’t get to make demands. You get to sit down, shut up, and do as you’re told.”

“I—”

I cut her off before she could say anything by squeezing even harder on the sides of her neck.

“No, Quinlan. This is how this is going to go.” I took a breath. I could do it. I could convince her to let me do everything I was dreaming up in my head.

“You’re going to give me your consent to do this. One night with me, Q,” I continued. “You’re going to choose a safe word. And then I am going to use your body in every way imaginable. I am going to take my time with you. I am going to own it. I am going to push you past your limits. And you will beg me for more. I’m going to punish that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t think of anything else but me. Do you understand?”

I followed the bob of her throat as she swallowed.

“Yes, sir.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Holy shit. She wanted it. She had agreed.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, and she lit up under that small amount of praise like a flower to the sun. I held her face in my hands to keep her gaze on me.

“Give me your consent, Quinlan.” By that point, I had worked myself up so much for it, I was prepared to beg her. I would have gotten down on my knees for her. I needed her to let me worship her body the only way I knew how.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, leaning toward my body. I threaded my hands through her hair and leaned down closer to her face, suddenly wishing I didn’t have my mask on. But I couldn’t take it off. Not yet. Her little comment about mask kinks didn’t get past me. I had a feeling even though she wanted to see my face, she wanted this more.

“Yes,” she breathed, opening her eyes and finding mine again. “I’m doing this.” She sounded like she was still trying to convince herself. Not that I could really blame her. She had known me for all of forty-five minutes and I was already asking for her permission to fuck her senseless. That was so much of the appeal though. My body hummed with excitement. “One random night with a random guy who claims he can rock my world.” She gave a small laugh.

There were so many things I wanted to do.

“You’re doing this,” I confirmed. “Safe words. Red means stop. If you say this at any time, I will immediately stop what I am doing. Yellow means slow down, you’re approaching your limit. And green means go,” I ended with a smile. “But you can trust that I will stop at any point in time you need me to.”

“What are you going to do to me, Joker?” she breathed.

Her hands that had been motionless in her lap this entire time now moved to my waist where she curved her fingers through my belt loops. She gave me a little tug, and I let my body move a bit closer to her.

“First,” I said as I dipped down, moving my nose along the side of her neck and up to her ear, taking in the scent of her even through my mask. Her head lolled to the side, and I saw gooseflesh break out across her skin. “I’m going to let you shower. I am going to shower. And then I’m going to give you a glimpse into my world. And you’re going to realize how freeing it is to give in to things you never thought you’d like.”

She shivered against me.

“Let go for a night, Q. Let me help you let go.”

Those big brown eyes turned to me, and I grabbed her hand to lead her to the spare bathroom and set her up with everything she would need. She looked a little hesitant, but when I told her I would be on the other side of the house also taking a shower, she started stripping before I could even get out of the room.

“You’re sure you don’t want to just stay in here and join me?” I watched her top drop to the floor. My eyes roamed across her chest. Her breasts were fucking phenomenal. She was wearing a black lace bra, and I could just see the hint of her perfect pink nipples underneath.

Her fingers went to the button on her jeans, and she shimmied out of those as well. It took all the willpower I had to not drop to my knees and nip at the soft flesh of her tummy and hips. Those thighs moved against themselves as she stepped out of the jeans, leaving her in a matching set of lace panties.

“Get in the fucking shower,” I growled. “And come find me when you’re done.” She smirked and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I slammed the bathroom door shut so hard behind me as I left I was sure I cracked it.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

After my own shower, I threw on a white T-shirt, black boxer briefs, and some jeans. I sank into the couch that faced the hallway where the spare bath was located. I would see her the moment she opened the bathroom door.

I had left my hoodie off, wanting her to see a little more of me. My tattoos on my arm were now on full display, as was my hair. It might not seem like a lot to most people, but most people didn’t have to worry about anyone recognizing them on the street. I still wore the mask across my nose and mouth.

When the door finally opened, it did so slowly. She stepped out only wrapped in a towel. When her eyes landed on me, she turned shy. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and her cheeks flamed.

“I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to put my clothes back on.”

“Look at me,” I ordered from my perch on the couch. Her head snapped up, her eyes meeting mine immediately. Fuck, she was a good listener. “Drop the towel.” She took a deep breath. I was going to give her to the count of ten in my head before I threatened her and asked again. I didn’t even make it to three before she released her death grip and it puddled around her feet.

My cock was instantly pressing against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be released. My eyes scanned across the few tattoos she had on her calves and then the one that circled from the top of her thigh up onto her hip. Her pussy was smooth, and I could already see it glistening from here, ready for me.

Her hip dips, the soft curve of her belly, and pert breasts were just begging to be squeezed, licked, and sucked on. She had tattoos covering both of her arms, and they stretched across her chest and in between her breasts where they stopped. When my eyes finally found themselves back on her face, she was looking at her feet, trying to shield her face with her hair.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Her eyebrows knitted together, but she did as I said. “Crawl to me.”

“And if I don’t?”

I smiled behind my mask.

“Then I get to punish you. And before you even think about being a little brat and pushing me to punish you because you think you’ll enjoy it…you won’t. I’ll make you hurt, baby. Now fucking crawl to me like the dog you are.”