Page 105 of Games We Play
“Yes…”
“Hold on.” Did Leah not hear the part where Sloan was going to help her turn around? Because Leah was already shimmying off the edge of the bed, vying to get into position. “That’s not a good enough game. There have to be rules, right?”
Even blindfolded, Leah looked exasperated enough to turn into a ghost.
“You’re going to tell me everything you want to forget. When you feel the spank, you’re going to release that thought into oblivion, and you’renotallowed to think about it for the rest of the night. Does that sound fair?”
Leah nodded, her vigor inspiring Sloan to lift her off the bed and turn her around.
Now.
How did she get away with such an irresistible body? It took amazing restraint for Sloan to not shove her face into every fold presented to her the moment Leah bent over the bed, skirt hiked up her thighs and hair splayed around her head in a torrent of dark brown curls. Perfect for grabbing.God, help me.
Sloan pushed the skirt up Leah’s torso. Her hot pink underwear was cut to accentuate her firm ass.God. Help. Me.Take them off? Leave them on? Either way, Sloan was screwed.
She gave Leah a practice tap. A groan eked from her lips, muffled only by the bed. Her hands twitched behind her back. This would either be the most fun Sloan ever had, or the end of her life.
“What’s the first thing you want to forget? Tell me, then ball it up in your brain. It’s going in the trash as soon as I spank you.”
Leah lifted her head far enough to speak. “This morning. I want to forget how scared I was before you stepped in and slapped that man.”
There’s a nice memory.If nothing else, Sloan could strike smacking that bastard upside the head off her bucket list. Instead of smacking him again, though, she’d channel that energy into slapping Leah’s left ass cheek.
She didn’t feel it as well as Leah did. The soreness would come to Sloan’s hand later, after a dozen spanks did their worst to her skin. But for that first one, the crack of her hand was enough to satisfy her need to touch and procure a reaction. A delayed reaction, but Leah did not hold back when she jerked forward and yelped into the comforter.
Sloan moved aside the taut fabric covering Leah’s pussy. A sheen of wetness had appeared since they began their scene, but it wasn’t enough to give Sloan the high she craved. That would come with a few more smacks to Leah’s soft ass.
“What’s next?”
Leah moaned. Either a reaction to the pleasure now overcoming her, or how she truly felt about what she wanted to say next. “Anxiety,” she squeaked. “My job. I feel creatively trapped and I don’t make much, but I’m afraid to strike out on my own. I might screw it up.”
Sloan related to that much too well. Which was why she put in extra effort into the next smack that pinkened Leah’s skin.
Yet it wasn’t that sound that aroused her. It was the cry of relief erupting from Leah’s covered mouth.I could listen to that all night.
“Give me another one, darling.”
Leah didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t know what to do about my family. I feel so weak near my mother, and my little… I worry about her. I don’t know how to tell her how much I love her. I don’t know if I’m her mother or her sister!”
Sloan hesitated.Jesus, Leah.That had caught her only a little off guard, and further proved that some things still did not leave the mind even when sex was involved. Leah’s subconscious had coughed up that little nugget about Karlie, not because it felt appropriate to do so, but because it was desperate to let that panic go.
The sad thing? Sloan could still relate.
“I want to let go of the jealousy I feel for you. At least you knew your options. At least you were an adult when it happened to you.”
Sloan bent down and lovingly kissed Leah’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Please,” Leah begged, “make it go away.”
Sloan would. That was her role, after all. Having that pain rush up her arm when she spanked Leah was cathartic for them both.
She initiated a break after that. Not a break from each other, though. That would be careless in Leah’s increasingly fragile state. A break from the intensity, though, was necessary. While Leah caught her breath and gently grinded against the bed, Sloan covered her arms, the back of her neck, and her thighs in tender kisses meant to calm Leah’s frazzled nerves.
Well, she’s wet now.The scent hit Sloan as soon as she kissed Leah’s thigh. She indulged in one quick lick of her lover’s slit before jumping up and saying, “Last one. Then I won’t be able to stop myself from ravishing you.”
Tears were in Leah’s eyes. Sloan had a moment of panic before she realized they were tears of relief, not pain or fright.
“What is it, my treasure?”
