Page 74 of Bound By Words

“Slut? Whore? Skank? Cum receptacle?” He smirked at the last one, a smile breaking through. Although with the deep Dom voice he adopted in the moment, I might not mind him calling me all kinds of filthy things.

“Slut and whore sound okay.” This was not a conversation I had ever expected to have with a partner. I’d clearly been missing out.

“As long as you know I’m calling you those because you want me to. Women who own their sexuality and aren’t ashamed is the goal. I think it’s sexy as fuck you are taking charge of what you want. It’s a turn-on to see you blossom before my eyes, sunshine.” He paused, watching my reaction to his words. “But alright.” He nodded, gesturing back to the paper in my hands. “Keep reading, and I’ll take those under advisement.”

A tense silence seemed to take up space in the room while he continued working on the deck of cards, and I kept reading his checklist. I wasn’t surprised at the contents, but I was intrigued by some of his penciled notes.

“Alright, done.” I nodded as I closed the folder, pushing it back into the middle of the table. Several smaller piles of cards sat on the table before him as he sorted through the larger stack while he waited for me to finish reading. “Did you even look at mine?”

“Yes, Kelly. I looked at it. I’ve been adjusting our playing deck to fit accordingly.” He passed a small stack of cards across the table, and I took it, my eyes widening as I read the first line. Um… “That would be the hard limit stack. Make sure there isn’t anything you’d like to try as the Dominant or the submissive. If there aren’t any cards you’d like returned to the deck, you can put them over on the end table. We won’t play with those. I took out the cards with supplies we didn’t have either. You can look at those next time.”

As I sifted through the stack of cards, my assessment that this wasn’t a game I’d played before was confirmed. Every card had something that made my eyes widen, or my blush deepen. While I didn’t want to try any of them, it still set my imagination racing.

“How does this game work?” He had a sheet of rules I couldn’t make out in front of him, but this was his show.

“Stoplight system cards for gameplay.” He slid a set of three cards toward me. “Red for something you don’t want to do, and it’ll go in the hard limits stack. Yellow for something you’d try, but not right now. Those go in the soft limits pile, and we can revisit them later in the game. Green for go. That means we follow the directions on the card.”

“Alright, sounds simple enough.” I nodded.

“Since neither of us is the established Dominant, we’ll be switches and take turns drawing. When I draw a card, I’m the Dom. When you draw a card, you’re the Domme.”

Nodding again, I sat on my knees to reach the cards he’d placed in the center of the table.

“You go first, sunshine. Are you alright if we don’t keep score this time? We can play until one of us decides we’re done or until the cards run out.”

“That’s okay.” If I wanted to stop, he’d listen, and I was intrigued to see where this would lead us.

“Go ahead,” he nodded at the cards.

My trembling fingers pulled the first one from the stack, sitting back to read it. “And I’m the dominant?”

He nodded, and I took a deep breath before I read the card aloud.

“Striptease - Dominant chooses a song. Submissive must dance for the duration of the song. Submissive may choose to remove clothing if they desire. Song may not be longer than 5 minutes in duration.”

Nathan sat up, rubbing his hands together as he nodded toward my phone. “Go ahead and pick a song, sweetheart.” He stood from the table, walked toward the kitchen table, and grabbed one of the chairs, placing it next to the coffee table facing the fireplace.

Swiping the screen to unlock my phone, I pulled up the music app and typed in the song I had in mind. It was super cheesy and likely predictable, but I still wanted to see Nathan strip to it.

“Take a seat.” He nodded to the chair, and I stood, turning to sit down and enjoy the show. Nathan stretched his arms across his chest, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt before he kicked a few pillows out of his way. He gestured toward my phone with a nod. “Go for it.”

Selecting the track, I turned on the speakerphone, pressing play before laying it on the coffee table.

Nathan shook his head as the music started, laughing as he began to playfully roll his hips to the heavy bass beats of Ginuwine’s Pony.

When the lyrics began, I was left surprised as he seemed to know every single one—not missing a beat with the words or his fluid movements.

With wide eyes, I watched as he completely owned the song, rolling his hips, shaking his ass, teasing me by lifting the hem of his shirt and then pulling it back down with a wink. I knew this song was meant to entice a woman, but damn. Nathan’s delivery made it something that had me panting and squirming in my chair.

He got into it, backing me into the chair and giving me a lap dance, smacking my hand when I tried to touch him. But that didn’t stop him from tracing his hands all over me. It was clear from how things shifted in the front of his tight gray sweats that he was enjoying himself. The distinct outline of his hard cock bounced with each of his fluid movements.

At one point, he whipped his shirt off over his head, and when a certain lyric about showing and telling sounded, he slung it around my neck, yanking me forward. Nathan’s hand pulled my hair into a ponytail and gripped it tightly in his fist, tugging my head backward as he teasingly ran his tongue up my cheek.

My heart was racing as the last chorus played, my brain on overload as he continued the sensual hip movements and grinding while he held onto the back of my chair.

If construction management didn’t work out for him, he could easily make serious money as a male stripper.

As soon as the music cut off, I slumped back, a turned-on horny mess as he calmly stood and reached down to grab his discarded shirt, pulling it back over his head. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “My turn, sunshine. Sit your ass down and get ready for it.”

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