Page 46 of Games We Play
“Because that’s what anticipation does.” Sloan stopped at the foot of the bed. The moment she touched her lover, she wouldn’t be able to hold a damn thing back. Too bad those eyes batted their lashes and implored her to submit to her base desires. “It turns you into a squirming woman who won’t be satisfied until she gets some attention.”
Leah bit her lip, hand reaching behind her back and pulling forward the succinct list of demands Sloan had left her. “I checked everything off the list.”
Sloan glanced between Leah’s legs. “Not everything.”
When Leah looked down as well, it was with confusion marring her pouty cheeks.
“Didn’t you open the box I gave you?”
“Of course I did. I left everything right there.”
Sure enough, the little box of goodies Sloan intended to indulge tonight was on the nightstand. Only the lingerie and creams and lotions had been removed. The toys and implements were still there.
“This?” Sloan pulled the leather straps up by their ends. “You’re very misguided if you thinkI’mwearing these first.”
Leah’s eyes widened.That’s right, honey. It’s not always as simple as the Top wearing all the straps.
“If you need help…” The straps landed next to Leah’s naked thighs. “I’m more than willing to show you how to put them on.”
Her grin grazed Leah’s cheek. Before either of them knew it, they both got what they wanted. Namely, Sloan’s face all over Leah’s body.
Chapter 16
Sloan knew that the moment she succumbed to Leah’s seduction, she would be nothing more than a shell of sex and forgotten memories she never asked to have again.
That’s what happened when she brought Leah to a place like this. A place best forgotten, like those memories she had shoved deep into the pit of her acidic stomach. Where else was she to bring Leah at the last minute? Let alone a place she had some control over? A hotel?Please. This is better.That’s what the logical part of her brain said leading up until this moment. When she stopped in that morning to drop off the box and make sure everything was clean and devoid of those sorry memories, she felt nothing but excitement for that evening. Now, with a woman she was fond of, and the memories already surfacing in her mind after running into Christie Yearwood?
Sloan’s sense of self was doomed.
I should have never brought her here. I should have found a way to go to her.Better yet, she should stop becoming so reliant on some random woman she met by chance. Just because Leah had one of the best bodies Sloan had ever kissed, or because she had that inner glow that begged women like Sloan to take control… those weren’t excuses. Those were traps.
Sad thing? Leah hadn’t laid those traps. She probably didn’t know they existed, let alone that Sloan was susceptible to them when her head entered that space that said,“Remember how all of that once felt? You can’t have that anymore. You need to flip the switch and find out what it’s like on the other side.”
Control. That’s all Sloan wanted. She wanted to control her life. She wanted to control another woman’s experiences. She wanted to control her damned body.
Leah had to be the type to be into that, huh?
I don’t know her. I don’t know what she’s thinking.Didn’t she, though? Didn’t Sloan know and understand the unadulterated thoughts swimming through Leah’s head when they played their games? Perhaps there was no one in the world who understood both sides of this kinky coin better than Margaret Sloan did.
Which was why she knew how to approach her unconventional desire that night.
Leah was quick to admit – and apologize, although she never had to – that she had no idea how to give Sloan what she wanted. Being told,“You don’t have to do anything special, kitten,”and“It’s all instinct, I promise,”didn’t work at first. Sloan had to reassure her lover as if they had been in a relationship for the past few months, or years.I don’t know why she’s so hung up on it. She’s acting like she’s never seen a strap-on before.Maybe she hadn’t. Leah said her sexual experiences were limited over the past few years, but as an imaginative lesbian, hadn’t she at least fantasized about this?
Albeit… in the other direction?
Sloan knew what she was doing, though. Maybe. Probably. It had been years since she had done this, and that was with the first woman she ever paid to indulge her.I didn’t know what I wanted. Where I was going. What I needed from my future relationships.She had left a crumbling relationship that made her realize how much more there was out in the world. Or, more aptly, in her bedroom.
If I’m doing this with anyone, it might as well be her.The idea had come to her after that bastard she worked with admitted he had seen Leah in Portland.Stalking her. That’s what he was doing. Well, I’ll make sure she knows what she means to me.In Sloan’s own, ragged way of course.
“There.” Straddling her lover’s abdomen, Sloan secured Leah’s wrists to the headboard, the tarty look on her countenance telling all sorts of sordid stories. “See? You don’t have to move. Although I bet you’ll want to once we get going.”
Sloan left a kiss on Leah’s lips to silence the oncoming denial. Negativity wasnotallowed.
“Admit it,” Sloan said with a sly grin, “you want to see me go to town on this thing.” She may or may not be buying herself some time to psych up.I can’t hop on and act like I do this every day. Though I used to…Leah’s supple body and eagerness to please was more than enough inspiration. Why not drink up some more while she had the chance? Sometimes there was more pleasure in the psych up than the main event.
Sometimes.
Leah strained against the handcuffs. She wasn’t about to get away, though. “I want to see you do everything.”
