Page 5 of Games We Play
“You’re cool with it, right?” The handcuffs dangled in front of Leah’s nose. “Because you should get… spoiled… on your birthday.”
There were no words. Only a slight nod of the head, because who the fuck had words when suddenly faced with a grand sexual fantasy come to life?
Best. Birthday. Ever!
“I want to hear you say it, Birthday Girl.”
“Y… yes?” Leah hadn’t meant to sound so meek. “I’m totally into it.”
Sloan paused halfway between slamming the handcuffs back down and hearing those words. “Then put your hands behind your back. We’ve lost another five minutes.”
Entranced by the hypnotic swing of handcuffs between Sloan’s fingers, Leah slowly crossed her hands behind the chair. “Only fifteen more minutes left?”
“We better make the fucking best of it.”
“Yes’m.” How much did it cost to get a dominatrix’s time? Let alone one who didn’t mind kissing? Because this might be an investment for Leah to make in the months to come.It’ll take me months to save up for a single session!Unlike Melissa, however, she’d go for an hour.
“You like following orders, don’t you?”
Leah leaned her head against the back of the chair. Sloan hovered above her, the cool touch of the metal handcuffs encircling Leah’s wrists. “A little.” A lot. Leah was the kind to always hope that her partners would get overbearing in the bedroom. (They never did. Not enough, anyway.) “Why? Do you like giving them?”
“I’m not called the biggest cunt in America for nothing, darling.”
Leah giggled. “I highly doubt that.”
“Oh, I am. By some of the nastiest capitalists you’ve ever met.” Once she was happy with the security of the handcuffs, Sloan straddled Leah’s lap and continued, “You know you’ve made it big when the most powerful men around want your head on a spike.”
Wow… she’s so cool…
“Now can wepleasestop talking and get on with it?”
“Whatever you want, Sloan.”
“You know what I want, Birthday Girl?” Sloan settled down in Leah’s lap with such purpose that her intent could not have been clearer if she broadcasted it across the club. “You. I want this hot body of yours beneath mine, and I want it coming by the end of the next ten minutes. You’re going to give that to me, right?”
“W… what?” She was kidding, right? This was a part of the fantasy. Sloan wasn’t going toactually…
Oh, yeah. She was.
Leah wasn’t interested in pushing her away. This was her fantasy come to life, after all. Yet she panicked – a little – when she realized this woman was going totouch herand she couldn’t do a damned thing about it if she wanted! Leah’s hands were securely fastened behind her. Lips were on her mouth, silencing any potential protests.What protests?More like what the hell had Leah gotten herself into!
And why was it so hot?
Andwhywas it so easy to trust this woman she barely knew? Sloan. Yeah, right. That wasn’t her real name. It was probably her dominatrix name.
Did dominatrixes usually grind in the laps of their clients, though? Did they sigh in arousal because a woman’s sweaty breasts were in her face? Was Leah supposed to get off on a stripper’s touchy lap dance?
No. No way. Sloan wasn’t a stripper. She hadn’t taken off a single item of clothing, for one, and for another? This was not something most strippers that Leah knew did! Even for a nominal fee!
She’s a pro!
No fuckingway!Melissa had paid for a full-service sex worker? Holy. Shit.
What was Leah supposed to do? Sit there and enjoy her fantasy come to life? Commit every detail to memory, because her friend could only afford half an hour? How much did this cost? There was no way Leah could afford this on her own. Melissa the bartender must have saved for months.She’s really my best friend, isn’t she?How was Leah supposed to pay her back for her birthday? It was only two months away!
Why was she thinking about Melissa’s birthday when Sloan was getting all up in someone’s business?
“Damn.” Was Leah supposed to hear that when her breasts were suddenly freed from her dress? “These are some serious tits.”
