Page 56 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

“Argh, you’re so terribly, really, really aggravating!”

Jumping off the bed with a grunt, she unzipped the skirt to pull it down her waist, and pulled the shirt off over her head.

I removed my jacket and rolled up my shirt sleeves. “The bra.” I pointed with my eyes.

With another audible grumble, she removed her stylish but practical bra and tossed it to the bed. Under my firm gaze, I watched her large nipples bead up before I stepped aside to retrieve the silk ties from my bag. My handsewn Hermès had witnessed many a precarious encounter across multiple board rooms, but none so important as this.

After knotting her hands, I strapped them to the bed. Her soft, dark curls scattered around her head in a halo. Then I laid out my conditions while I ordered her legs wide open. She accepted them both verbally and with a sensual curve of her back. I leaned over, bringing my mouth to hover over hers, but not quite touching. A delicate scent of warm amber and vanilla rose from her neck and tempted me, but I had excellent self-control.

Moving down her body, I placed the first kiss just above her navel, where she could feel me but neither see nor reach me in her current state. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth, and I felt it through her chest. I held her hips and kissed her stomach and thighs. She twisted and writhed in my grip but was now withholding her sighs and sounds of pleasure. I knew she was trying to get on my nerves with her silence, but I was in no rush. This was my game, and I was determined to take my time.

I ran a finger through her wet slit and saw her stomach rise and fall rapidly in anticipation. I paused. When the warmth of my touch left her body, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

I stood above her and demanded, “Tell me what you want, Sona. Be a good girl and spell it out for me.”

She didn’t disappoint. With a crooked grin, she swung her legs closed. “I don’t need to. I know you’ll give me everything I want and more.”

“If that’s your decision.” With a stolid face, I pretended to begin untying her.

“Wait! What are you doing?” The panic in that question was unequivocal.

“We’re done here, Sona.”

“Okay, stop!” she yelled.

I retracted my hands and stood above her again.

“Tongue,” she cried with anger. “I want your ridiculously expert tongue.”

She fumed with an angry frown on her forehead, her dark pupils rushing to the edges of her deep brown eyes. Fraught with need and her indignation toward me, she spread her legs wide and demanded my presence between them. This time, I obliged.

Slipping out of my shoes and socks, I bent on the bed and licked her. Her stomach contracted involuntarily, and a loud moan erupted from her chest. I bit into her fleshy thighs, then dug my fingers into her soft ass while my mouth did what it did best. I wanted her completely undone. Only, she was a challenge I had never encountered before.

It was a folly to assume she would give in and accede to all my terms. Then again, if she had, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be enjoying this. I edged her multiple times until my knees were sore and my mouth was at risk of going numb. My beard was drenched in her juices, and my fingers were beginning to prune, but she still refused to admit she had missed me.

I lifted my face to look at her one more time. “It’s that easy, Sona. All you have to do is tell me how much you missed me, and you can come as many times as you want.”

“I didn’t miss you,” she kept insisting, hands above her head, incapacitated but still undefeated.

“Your choice,” I said and removed my clothing.

Rolling a condom on, I continued to torment her, dipping the tip in, then retracting the moment she thrust her pelvis toward me. She grumbled and growled with annoyed screams, expecting me to fold. I didn’t.

Finally, I heard her broken, needy words. “Mihir…please.”

“Say it, Sona.” This time, I slid up to her face, bringing my tingling, overworked mouth softly over the cupid’s bow of her lips, teasing but not giving in. She gazed deep into my face and reared her head to bite my beard. “Tell me how much you missed me. I need to know.”

I was aware I had tipped the balance of power in her favor again, but it was a battle I was prepared to lose in order to win the war.

With lustful, needy eyes gazing into my own, she confessed, “I missed you every waking moment, Mihir. I touched myself every night thinking of you. I missed you so much, I’m here right now, agreeing to your every stupid condition.”

“And you’re sorry you ran out on me and left me in uncertainty for two weeks.”

She took her lower lip between her teeth and gave a guilty nod. “Yes.”

“And you’ll come clean about what sent you scurrying away that day.”

That’s when the shy smile turned into a defiant one. “Now that’s one addendum too many. I think I can live without an orgasm tonight.”

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