Page 7 of Wrapped Up

He nods in understanding. “That makes sense. For me, it's games; I want someone who's open and honest with their communication.”

The air between us shifts, the tension ratcheting up a notch. I take a sip of my drink, the smoky flavor grounding me.

“Truth or dare?”

His eyes gleam wickedly. "Dare."

Leaning closer, I softly challenge him, “I dare you to tell me a secret. Something you've never told anyone else.”

He hesitates, searching my eyes before leaning in close enough for his breath to tickle my ear. "I enjoy roughness in bed. The push and pull, give and take. A partner who's not afraid to leave marks or be marked." My pulse quickens at his words; instead of being shocked or disgusted, I'm intrigued and aroused.

“Your turn, Princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Truth or dare?”

I close my eyes, gathering my courage. Then I look at him, my voice steady. “Truth.”

His eyes darken and his voice lowers into a deep growl. "What's your deepest, darkest fantasy? The one that keeps you up at night, sweating and yearning? The one you're afraid to confess because of judgment?"

My heart races as I hesitate; I could lie but I don't want to. I want him to know the truth; I want to see his reaction. "I... I fantasize about complete surrender, being taken utterly and completely. Giving up control and letting someone else take the reins."

His eyes widen in surprise and heat as he leans closer, his voice husky with desire. “That's fucking hot.”

His words embolden me. I lean back, eyes fixed on his. “What's your favorite part of a woman's body? The one that drives you wild, that you can't resist?”

His gaze drops to my lips, then lowers, lingering on the swell of my breasts and the curve of my hips. “The small of her back,” he murmurs. “That delicate arch, that sensitive spot right above her ass. I love how it feels under my hands and how she responds when I touch her there.”

I swallow hard, my pulse racing. His words have ignited a fire within me, one I'm not sure I can—or want to—extinguish. His eyes lock onto mine, a mischievous glint sparkling in their depths.

“There's another spot,” he whispers, his voice husky. “More... taboo.”

I lean in, curiosity overriding my usual reservations. “Tell me.”

His lips brush my ear. “The rim of her asshole. So sensitive, so taboo. The way she gasps when you touch her there.”

To my surprise, I don't recoil. Instead, a thrum of curiosity pulses through me. Am I losing my mind, or simply captivated by his raw honesty?

“Your turn,” he says with a deep desire in his eyes. “Same question. What's your favorite spot?”

I bite my lip, considering. “The nape of the neck,” I confess. “That place where the hairline meets skin. I love running my fingers through it, and gripping it when things get... intense.”

The words spill out before I can stop them, surprising even myself. I've never been this open, this vulnerable, with someone I barely know. But there's something about him, about the way he sees me, that makes me want to drop my carefully constructed walls.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “Damn, Princess. You're full of surprises.”

We trade questions, each sip of our drinks lowering our inhibitions. I learn about his fascination with bondage; I reveal my desire to be dominated. Each revelation thickens the tension between us, charged with a raw energy that makes my skin tingle. Part of me should feel disgusted, but instead, I lean in, eager for more.

“Last question,” he says as he leans closer to me. “What's your deepest forbidden desire?”

I hesitate for a moment; a part of me wants to shut down and end this madness before it consumes me. But another part urges me forward, daring me to take a risk.

Something about him and this night has awakened a side of me that I've kept hidden for so long. A part of me that craves the unknown and thrives on the thrill of the forbidden. And in this moment, I find myself wanting to embrace that side of me, no matter the consequences.

“Having sex with a stranger,” I whisper, “in a public place where we might get caught. And being unapologetically loud when he fucks me.”

Admitting it feels like a plunge into icy water—exhilarating and terrifying. But the hunger in his eyes sends a rush of heat through me. His hand slides onto my thigh, and I feel the warmth radiating from his palm.

I want to move closer, to feel his body against mine, but I resist the urge. His hand trails further up my inner thigh, sending shivers through my body. I gasp as he tightens his grip and turns his palm upward, silently inviting me to join him.

My mind races as the intensity of our unspoken desires fill the air. My hands start to sweat as I struggle between reason and desire.

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