Page 45 of Corrupt Game

My fingers flew along the keyboard and the temperature dropped.

I saw her come out of the shower area looking really pissed.

Rossi had collected all of the towels, leaving her nothing larger than a hand rag.

All the blankets had disappeared from her bed along with the sheet she’d tried to cover herself with.

Leaving no stone unturned, I watched as she stormed around the room looking for any sign of warmth that had been there only half an hour ago.

The chill in the room made her nipples stand out in her lacy bra.

She looked around the room and then did the same thing she’d done for all of the previous things thrown at her, she adjusted.

Unable to resist, I pressed the button.

“Feeling a bit of a chill, Ms. DeLandro? You can always cuddle up to me for a bit of warmth if you want to.”

Her middle finger flew up so fast it would have poked an eye out if I had been close to her.

“Think it over. It’s still your choice, you know.” I released the button and then chuckled in delight.

My need to be a sadist had turned into masochism over the years.

Hard again, I pulled out my thick member.

As she moved around looking for a way to deal with the cold, I stroked myself until I could feel the urge to come. Watching her move around. Remembering the strokes of her soft skin. The gasps of her breath. I stroked faster and squeezed a little tighter.

All of those moments from the past week had built up. Unable to stop myself from releasing, I groaned as the creamy ribbons splattered to the floor at my feet.

Feeling like a teenager that could get caught, I bent over and wiped it up before it could soak into the carpet.

It had been years since I’d been able to come without being in control of a scene.

Collette was unlike any other. I only hoped that when her year was up, that she would consider extending her time. I wanted to explore more with her and I had the feeling that the twelve months were going to speed by rather quickly, leaving me wanting more.

Chapter 15: Collette

I’d gotten in the shower, trying to cool off from the excessive heat. If hot air could melt skin, he’d set it to accomplish that very thing.

When I came out, all the heat had vanished from the room. Unsure what game he was playing now. I fumbled for one of the large towels that had been on the rack and instead could only find a few small hand towels not much larger than a rag to dry off with.

“What have you done, now? You bastard.”

I had no qualms cursing at him, but I refrained from shaking my fist at him. He was listening and watching everything I said anddid anyway. So he might as well know exactly how I felt about the newest conditions.

Darkness, I’d adjusted to. Heat, I’d dealt with. Freezing cold and being wet to boot weren’t what I’d signed up for. In fact, I didn’t think the contract covered this kind of torture.

The air conditioner appeared to be on full blast as I made my way over to the bed, knowing in my gut that the blankets would be gone.

That momentary spot of hope lingered until I felt the bed and realized not only had he taken the blankets from it, he’d stripped the sheets.

The very sheets I’d used to cover my naked body during dinner.

I should have seen this coming. He’d been pissed.

Just when he thought he’d had the upper hand, I bested him at his own game.

He hadn’t liked it that I had bested him, and now he was punishing me for challenging him. He wanted to be in control, and I’d taken that from him for a single moment.

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