Theo immediately kicked his shoes off as soon as he'd entered his private suite behind Daphne, and hopped into the middle of the bed, testing out its springiness. Ah, just the right amount – not too firm, not too soft. Just like he liked his women. He could live with the colour; it didn't really matter to him.
"So," he looked at her slyly from under his lashes, giving her the look he knew made women melt. "You get to go first, since you drew your card before me." He grinned with anticipation. "What do I have to do? Bathe you in warm oil? Lick heavy cream off your belly? What?"
Daphne smiled amusedly at him as, whipping out her card, she read off her naughty reward:
DEED: You partner must kneel before you and perform any three tasks you want, responding with 'Yes, Your Highness,' to your commands. Theo's jaw fell and then he let out a whoop of pure excitement. "Woo-hoo! YES!" Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he looked up at her eagerly. "So, dominate me, my Queen! Make me do your bidding!"
Daphne looked hard at him. "You are supposed to kneel at my feet, Mister Nott, when you offer yourself up."
His guts twisting into hot molten lava at just the commanding tone in her voice, Theo hurried to do as she bid, throwing himself at her feet, looking up at her with desperate fever. "Command me," he begged, wanting to see this woman's kink in full force.
Tilting her head, his Housemate coolly appraised him behind those fucking hot glasses of hers, and then began walking a circle around him. "Before we commence, Mister Nott, there are a few matters we need to address, so we may reach an accord." Unexpectedly, he felt her slippered foot pressed against his right shoulder blade. His body reacted instantly, hardening, flushing with blood. "Here are my three 'tasks,' as it were. First, you will do my bidding exactly, as and when I dictate it throughout the entirety of this round. I expect you to obey me for the full twenty-five minute duration, throughout which, you will do as my card requires you to do and answer every single one of my demands with 'Yes, Your Majesty' - not 'Your Highness,' but 'Your Majesty.' Do you agree?"
Oh, bloody hell, this was going to be so awesome! "Yes, fuck yes," he enthusiastically agreed.
Her foot slid over his shoulder, and now she was pressed against him, her naked calf hanging over his torso to slide against his chest. "Second, you will never speak of anything we do in our private chambers outside of the boundaries of the game even after this card has played itself out, and especially not with any of the others confined to game play. Do you agree?"
Swallowing thickly, cupping his steel hard erection, he nodded. "Absolutely. I agree."
Fingernails ran through his hair, massaging his skull erotically, making him moan in pleasure. "Third, when this game ends, you will not pursue me."
He paused.
But what if he liked what they did and he wanted more later?
Fingers tugged his hair somewhat painfully, while at the same time Daphne wiggled off her ballet slipper and rubbed her toes into his crotch, moving his hand aside. "Do you agree, Mister Nott? If not, I will be inclined to play this game exactly as the cards require and no more than that." He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her rough treatment and her tough voice. At this point, he'd promise her anything if he could just tear into her. "Sure."
"Excellent," his partner purred, removing her leg from his person entirely and stepping back. "Then, we may begin."
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed several notches, and Theo's anticipation kicked up to the point where he was now shaking.
"You will remove every stitch of clothing," his goddess commanded. "Now, Theo."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he breathed in joy and stood, hurriedly kicking his clothes from his body. As he did, Daphne came around to the front of him, and rather casually removed her glasses and her shoes. When he was fully nude in front of her, Theo waited, trembling, fists clenched at his sides as she took him in from head to toe with a sweeping glance, her eyes lingering on the erect length that jutted against his belly.
"There is a sloping chair behind you," she informed. "You will sit in the curve, facing the higher end."
"Yes, Your Majesty." He turned to find the bed had been replaced—apparently, at Daphne's thought—with one of those Tantra Chairs that he'd seen advertised in PlayWiz.
Oh, wow! She was definitely into kink, as he'd secretly assumed!
He did as she wanted, waiting and aching with need. Daphne surprised him by seating herself against his back on the smaller hump of the chair. Her dress had worked its way up her thighs as she straddled the furniture, baring the smooth flesh of her legs to his hot gaze as they came around him. Her calves and thighs were silken, lightly tanned, and toned from all of the stairs they had to climb around the castle.
Gliding her hands all over him, starting at his arms, then his shoulders, his back, and down to his waist, then around to his abs and pecs, his partner felt up every inch of his hot skin with her cool, caressing fingers. "Exceptional, Theo," she breathed against his ear, making him twitch in palpable desire. "Luscious, in fact. You take excellent care of your physique. I appreciate that very much in a man." Her fingernails lightly scraped over the tops of his thighs, and as she bent forward, he could feel her hardened nips behind the satin of her dress pressing against his back. "Don't stop," he demanded, wishing she'd grab a hold of his todger and start wanking away. Instead, her hands stilled and she bit his earlobe hard in punishment, pulling his head back and to the side.
"I give the orders here," she reminded him firmly with a growl. "Understand, Theo?"
He gulped loudly, and nodded his head, loving her aggressiveness. "Y-yes, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
Her arms wrapped about him, one hand pressing against his heart, the other about his waist. "Because you contravened the rules, Theo, this round will be all about my pleasure, instead of yours, as I'd wanted to do for you. You have sacrificed that opportunity with such impetuousness." Her nails dug in, leaving rounded half-moon indentations in his skin, making him hiss from the unexpected sharp pain. "I am your Mistress, and you will do as I command – as you agreed. Do you understand?"
Whimpering like a whipped puppy, he heedlessly blurted another apology, his only driving thought to get her to relent so he could come soon. "Forgive me, Your Majesty! Yes, I understand. I won't do it again!"
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