Page 82 of The Game
I climb on top of him, spreading my legs on either side of his.
I drag my hands down his body.
“God, how did we ever not do this?” I sigh, looking at the man in front of me.
“Well, I can recall telling you I’d give you a ride anytime you wanted, so this is on you, baby.”
He did say that the evening he drove Samantha and me home from the bar.
“I do recall that evening, among other things.” He flips me over, leaning more of his weight into me before whispering in my ear.
“I remember some things about that night as well. And my curiosity was spiked quite a bit. Tell me, Sarah, does it turn you on to let go of that precious control?” His hands move around my body, squeezing my boobs, kissing my chest, and dragging his teeth down my stomach as he presses his hand down over my core.
“That night, when I boxed you in against that wall, I swore I could see those beautiful eyes light up with desire. Am I right?” He moves further down my body, positioning his head between my thighs.
When he pushes a finger inside me, I moan his name.
“Sarah, answer me.”
Shit, yeah, what did he say again?
The bar.
The wall.
I guess this will be another first.
I’ve never told anyone about my sexual fantasies, mostly having read about them in my books, and never really trusted anyone to make them real. That takes courage and trust.
“Yeah, I do have some fantasies involving stuff like that.” I breathe as Alexander pushes another finger inside me, finding a rhythm that’s driving me insane.
“Tell me about those fantasies,” he urges me as he continues fingering me. When he adds his tongue to the mix, I find it hard to concentrate on the task, but whenever I take too long to answer, he stops his movements.
“I’d like to be tied up,” I say, but being the thorough lover he is, he wants me to spell it out for him.
“Tied up how?” I try to give him as explicit descriptions as possible.
“Across the bed, my legs spread apart. Tied to the headboard. Hands behind my back,” I’m getting closer to orgasm, burning up under his touch.
“Would you like me to do those things with you, Sarah?” Just imagining him tying me up, combined with his fingers and tongue pleasuring me, sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, yes, Alexander.”
When I calm down from my orgasm, he starts drawing circles across my hip as we lie on our sides facing each other.
We’re both completely naked and way too hot to consider the duvet.
“I think we should talk some more about those fantasies of yours,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Will this be all we talk about going forward? Sex and kinks?” I tease him, excited to learn more about his desires as well.
“Of course not, but for right now. I want to hear some of it,” he tells me, and we start our own little game.
“As you know, I would like to try some bondage.” Voicing your desires out loud feels a little intimidating, but there is no one else I would feel comfortable doing it with than him.
I also trust Alexander to handle it with care, and I’m dying to learn more about his preferences.
“I’d like to spank you. I have a little list of things I’d like to punish you for. How would you feel about that?”
