Sadistically, her fingers let him go immediately, and he groaned in mounting frustration, looking up at her for intention as she straddled his lap, watching him so calmly, her restraint iron-clad once more. For just a second, he felt a hot stab of anger at her playing with him; he'd given her pleasure, after all and it was only fair that she did likewise for him, right? "My pleasure only this round, remember?" she reminded him wickedly, even as the lights from the ceiling above reflected gauzy glints of gold all about her, haloing her in an angelic bath of heavenly illumination. "Patience, Theo. Your turn will undoubtedly come at the next opportunity and I have no doubt you'll make me pay for my selfishness ten-fold."
His eyes brightened. Yes, in the next round, anything could happen! He might get a really nasty card to try out on her, and then she'd be under his whim…
But did he really want that?
He was rather enjoying being Daphne's submissive. He was not only learning about the more sensual side of sex, but he was fulfilling a fantasy... and honestly, there was something compelling about being with this witch. She drew him in with her formal speech, and her smart talk, and her sexy allure. He'd never felt so utterly charmed by a woman before. "I'll turn over my action to you next round if you will it, my Queen," he heard the words escape his mouth before he'd put much thought to them.
One dark eyebrow rose in curiosity, and her warm hand cupped his cheek, stroking back and forth against his smooth, freshly shaved skin with renewed interest. "You would do that? Why, Theo?"
As he stared up at her from his willing, exposed position at her feet—at her soft, shining pale blue eyes, and her sweetly parted light wine-colored lips, and her lovely cascade of champagne-colored hair—a sudden feeling overcame him, gripping his heart tightly. Unnamed, unknown, it was powerful enough to induce a clenching of his naked abdomen, to propel his stomach to drop, to leave him feeling strangely defenseless. "I… don't…
want this to stop, Daphne," he admitted with anxious inspiration. "I like what we're doing."
His Queen watched him carefully, her fingertips tracing over his full lips, apparently considering his offer. "I accept your gift, Theo," she finally agreed, and he felt relief bloom throughout his body, relaxing his muscles again. "Next round we will continue as we are, and perhaps, if the cards are in your favour, I will even pleasure you."
Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against her thighs, letting his hands rest on the sides of her long legs, thanking her silently for her beneficent deliverance.
As they redressed in silence a few minutes later, and while her back was to him, Theo considered all he'd learned about Daphne Greengrass over the last hour. Her movements were precise, she appeared unruffled by getting half-naked with a man she hardly knew, and yet his impression was that this was not something she did regularly with men, so she was no common doxy. Did she feel anything for him at all, aside from some wacked out BDSM needs, though? Or was this all simply a game to her? How many men had she done this sort of thing with anyway?
What had she said yesterday? Something important…
"I would like to enjoy it as a game of sultry delight – a conclusive initiation, as it were, into realizing adulthood."
Maybe he wasn't special to her at all. Maybe he was just one last fling before graduation, as she'd sort of intimated that she wanted. Hell, she hadn't even wanted a kiss from him when he'd tried to give her one not three minutes ago in thanks for what she'd done with him this round; she'd stepped away and shook her head, telling him there would be no kissing between them unless a card required it.
"When this game ends, you will not pursue me."
She'd made him swear to that requirement in the beginning of all of this… which meant
she didn't have any intention of getting emotionally tangled up with Theo.
When they were ready, and as he reached for the handle to exit the room, allowing Greengrass to go before him, he felt a sinking sensation in his guts. What if he didn't want to let her go at the end? He'd seriously liked doing this with her. What if he wanted to pursue her, to explore more of this forbidden side that he'd secretly yearned for? How screwed was he going to be then? Somehow everything had gotten turned on its head. He'd joined this game so he could fuck a girl – any one, didn't matter to him (although he'd been kind of hoping for Daphne when he'd reached for the Partners card). Now, he was finding himself wanting a specific girl, and hopefully, not just for this one night. Only she didn't seem to want him in the same way, as was so obviously evident when she walked past him and sat back down upon the couch, as cool and calmly collected as ever.
Fucking hell, what had he gotten himself into?
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