Page 45 of Pleasure Games

“Are you able to trust this man in your fantasy enough to let go, so that you can experience pleasure beyond anything you’ve known before?”

She drew a sharp breath between her sweetly parted lips as she stared at him.

That was what this fantasy meant for Luca. It wasn’t about control. It was about trust. A lover who was willing to place her pleasure in his hands was the biggest turn-on.

Maybe because trust was so very rare, in Luca’s experience, as Anika and her fucking video had confirmed.

Finally, Jasmine tipped her glass to her mouth and finished her wine.

“I have imagined something along those lines,” she said quietly.

“And do you trust me?”

“I do.” The little wrinkle formed between her brows. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t, because I barely know you.” She wet her lips. “But I do.”

Luca set his glass down, pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out for her to take. Jasmine’s felt warm and small in his as he pulled her to her feet and walked her back inside, leading her down the hall to the master bedroom. The moment the door was shut, Jasmine turned in his arms, went up on tiptoes and kissed him.

Luca kissed her deeply before gently pushing her away. It was too easy to get carried away with this woman. If he wasn’t careful, he’d have her clothes off—and his—and would find himself buried deeply inside her body before either of them knew what was happening.

Non.

He had other plans for her.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he held her at arms’ length.

“I’m going to fulfill your fantasy.”

“O-kay.”

“And I’m going to make you come. All without touching you.”

She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“You will.” Luca moved to an armchair that sat in the corner of the room. He dragged it closer to the bed. “You are going to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

She opened her mouth to reply but only ragged little breaths emerged. So she nodded her head.

“Now, take off your dress.”

She stayed where she was, regarding him for a few minutes. “Why don’t you take it off for me?”

“That’s not how this works.” He sat down and leaned back in the chair. “Take it off, Jasmine. Now.”

Her arms went behind her back and she unzipped the dress. Then she nudged each strap until they hung down her arms. Finally, as if it was a sentient being, the dress slipped, slithering down her body and pooling around her feet.

Luca took a deep breath through his nose as he gazed at her in her cream-colored lace undergarments.

“Lie down on the bed and raise your hands above your head beside the pillow.” He waited until she complied before continuing. “Spread your legs. Wide.”

“Like this?”

“Yes.” He dragged the chair closer so he could see her better. “Now, imagine your limbs are tied to the bedposts.”

Jasmine rubbed her lips together. “Okay.”

“You have a gag around your mouth so you may not speak. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

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