Page 50 of The Power Play

“This feels like cheating to ask the same question I just did, but I’ll let this one slide. Next time, I won’t.”

He agrees with a smirk.

“With your name being Charles, I expected you to be some old gross guy. But when I saw your body, those sweatpants right below the V thing you have on your hips,” I roll my eyes back dramatically. “Fuck, I was so glad you picked me to talk to that night.”

“Me too,” he says quietly.

I don’t acknowledge what he just said. “So you said you haven’t had sex in four years, but you’ve tried. What’s the closest you’ve gotten and what happened?”

“That’s technically two questions and I feel like for that I should get a power play by default,” he smirks.

I shrug, “Fine, if you don’t want to answer, then do what you want with me.”

He slides over on the couch, pushing the “start” button on the timer before inching closer to me. Almost prowling. I don’t move away from him as he crowds my body with his, while his face gets closer to mine. He smells like pine which is surprising since he just got off a stuffy plane, but I revel in it.

“I just want to kiss you first,” he says softly before his lips descend on mine. It’s not a frantic hungry kiss like we’ve had before. No, he’s taking his time. His lips move over mine. Tongue sweeping across my bottom lip before slowly sliding into my mouth.

This kiss isn’t a means to an end, he’s savoring it. Savoring us and I hate to admit that I’m doing the same.

It ends too soon when the timer goes off signaling the two minutes are over. He pulls back and says against my lips, “You are the closest I’ve gotten.”

Then, he’s back to sitting on the couch, a cushion in between us and we continue on like that wasn’t one of the more sensual things I’ve ever experienced.

I want more.

And apparently so does he, because the next question he hits me with he has to know I’m not going to answer.

“What is the deal with your grandma and the letters?”

I smirk, “You know I’m not answering that.”

He shrugs, “I liked my odds. And I wanted another power play.”

“I feel like you’re cheating a little bit.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not yet.”

He examines the toys I have on the table, his eyes catching on the newest one I purchased. Ayellowvibrator.

“I feel like you were going for a theme,” he comments.

“I’ve never considered the color until you said you like it. So, it’s growing on me.”

He taps the timer again, starting it then handing me the vibrator. “Use this on yourself. Through the panties. I don’t want them off you yet.”

I turn it on, sliding it down my body, “Why? Because you know you won’t be able to resist once you see my pussy?”

He grunts, watching my movements, “Something like that.”

I do what he says, turning the vibration on and running the soft toy across my chest, keeping it on each of my nipples for a couple seconds. They turn to peaks through the thin lace fabric covering them. I also expect him to call me out for not following exact orders, but he doesn’t. His eyes stay locked on each place I touch with the vibrator.

It doesn’t take long before I press it to my fabric covered core, my hips bucking with the pleasant feeling of it pressed against me.

Moaning, I ask, “Is this what you wanted?”

His eyes don’t leave the spot between my legs, “You have no idea.”

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