Page 3 of Dark Rules

She didn’t offer more, and I knew the game was on. If she’d come right out and demanded sex, I wouldn’t be the dominant she’d wanted me to be. By backing off, she’d shown me that she was already playing.

I could just picture her, in the tub, teasing her nipples with soap on her fingers, getting way too hot to stay in the bath. It made me hard, and I fisted my dick through my trousers. I was at home, on my couch, and there wasn’t anyone to see me.

I pumped slowly at the shaft for a minute or two, and then I sent her another text.

I knew she probably would, but I'd let it slide if she did. I wanted her primed for me, for when I had her later, and this would make her more than eager.

The question would have to be answered, and I knew she’d get frustrated, but she would do it. I smiled a rather smug smirk when it took longer than it should have for her to reply. I watched the screen as she typed, deleted, then started to type again.

I left her to it for a little while, then I went back to my phone.

She’d been the one to start that, and I’d learned I very much liked it when she did. It was such a sweet form of submission from her; it usually came with a hint of brat hiding just beneath it. Unless I had her pinned down in the throes of wild desire, then it was dirty and carnal when she’d said it.

No reply came, and after five minutes I knew she’d either got out of the tub to come to me, or she’d done the forbidden and touched herself.

I decided to give her a little while longer. I’d put my address in the contract, and she knew I’d expected her to come to my place at some point, so I waited. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she showed up at my door.

Instead, my phone buzzed.

It was only a small lesson in control, and she’d been on her own. She admitted what she’d done, though, and that was good.

It was an exclusive place, but I knew I could get us a table there. I’d already set it up online by the time she texted me back.

The sun was on its way to bed by the time I arrived at the restaurant and found her in the parking lot. She had on a flirty black pleated skirt that came down to her knees and a white blouse with black buttons that were just the right touch for the place I’d chosen to eat at. “Hello, sweetness.”

“Hello, sir.” She looked down, demure, apologetic, with a slight blush to her cheeks. My Stephanie.

I gave her a kiss that had her clinging to my black shirt by the time I’d finished with her. When I pulled away, I pushed blonde hair behind her ears and looked into gray eyes a little darker than my own. “You look beautiful.”

I bent to her neck as she murmured a reply and licked her just below her jaw. A slight flick of the tongue, just to gather her scent. “But you taste better.”

She blinked at me, astonished at my rather public display, but she didn’t protest. I took her hand, and we swept into the restaurant with a slight breeze behind us. A breeze that promised much cooler days ahead.

“It’s good to see you. Did you bring the contract?” I’d asked offhand. I wasn’t worried about it too much right now. I just wanted to know she’d signed it.