Page 51 of The Power Play

I move the toy slightly to get the perfect angle against my clit. I’m moaning, feeling the release so close, I grind my hips harder, pressing against the vibration. Wanting it so badly.

The timer goes off and Charlie rips the vibrator out of my hands.

“Times up,” he smirks.

I gape at him. “You won’t make an exception so you can see me come?”

“Nope, this is your game, so I’m playing by the rules, pretty girl.”

I groan, collapsing back on the couch as my potential orgasm ebbs away.

Frustrated, I think of another question I don’t think he will answer because I may be a bit petty about the edging. Plus, I want him just as worked up, if not more than me.

“What happens when you try to have sex?” I probably should be more specific, or maybe this is an insensitive question, but my brain isn’t fully functioning after the loss of release.

He contemplates answering, I see it on his face as he probably considers what to say. Then, just shakes his head, “Fine. Your power play.”

I smile in triumph, sitting back up on the couch. I look at the toy options I have laid out, debating if I want to use any of them. Then, I look back at Charlie, who is still dressed, and I did say we can doanything.

Reaching to the timer, I start it before climbing onto his lap, my ass pressed against his thighs, and I can feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans.

“You know you can tell me if anything is too much, right?” I check in because I know how new all of this is for him and I don’t want to take it too far.

He nods.

“Good.”

I slide my hands up his t-shirt covered chest, up his shoulders, and pull on the fabric. He understands what I’m trying to do almost immediately and sits forward slightly to yank the shirt off himself. He sits back and I trail my hands over his hard chest, tracing the muscles there as I make my way to his waistband. Pulling at the belt, I’m wondering if he’s going to stop me, but he doesn’t.

Once his belt is loose, I undo the button and zipper to his jeans, and yank at those as well. He hesitates for only a second before wrapping an arm around my back, standing up with me wrapped around him. I yelp at the sudden movement and help him push down the jeans with my feet but keep his boxers on.

He sits back down, and I slide off his lap onto my knees on the floor. “Since you like things through underwear so much,” I tease before putting my mouth on his hard erection with the barrier in between.

Charlie groans with a quiet curse and I do my best to stimulate a blowjob through his boxers, which from the sounds he’s making above me is just as much torture for him as it is for me. I like the feeling of his skin on my tongue, the taste of him in my mouth. Frankly, this is just as much a punishment for him as it is for me.

I continue to move my mouth over him, but it’s not long before the timer goes off again. I pull back and smirk at his expression that looks like he’s about to push my face back down into his lap. But like a good boy, he doesn’t.

It takes him a moment before he asks his next question, “Why did you start doing cam?”

I consider not answering just so I can have him tell me to do something, or hopefullyhavehim do something to me, but the point of the game was also to talk to him since last time we tried communicating in the pool…well, yeah.

Clearly, I’m not great at talking to people without sex becoming involved somehow. Yes, I realize this.

“I needed money and didn’t like working jobs I had to go to, be on a schedule and listen to someone. And I like sex,” I shrug. “It just made sense.”

He nods, accepting my answer. I don’t tell him about the total act of rebellion that it also was because that’s not important right now.

“Tell me about your family,” I say, I know his mom and him are close and that his parents are still married, but that’s about it.

“Not much to tell. You met my mom, so you see how she is. I had a typical childhood, nothing special or traumatic. When I became interested in hockey, they supported me to the fullest extent and here we are now.”

“Your mom was interesting. Can’t seem to get over your ex,” I chuckle, remembering what I said to Tabitha at the game.

“She means well, but yeah. She liked you, though.”

I’m taken aback by that comment. “She did?”

“Yeah, but she likes almost everyone so don’t let it go to your head.”

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