Page 94 of Deadly Rival

“I understand. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just need you to pass one little test, and I’ll call the whole thing off.”

Her eyes widen, and her lip quivers. Did I catch a brief flash of disappointment? “What test?”

“Lie on the bed for me. Legs spread. Knees bent.”

She shoots me a wary glance but obeys. Once she’s in position, I settle myself on the bed between her legs. “If this pussy of yours isn’t soaking wet, I’ll cancel. Let’s see.”

“But. No. W—” Panic edges her words, and they cut off as I easily slide two fingers into her soaking entrance. I add a third for good measure and slide them in and out a few times, just to make the point.

She groans in defeat, and I smile down at her. “The guys will be here in twenty minutes.”

Her face turns redder than I would have thought possible, and she closes her eyes.

“Actually, hold that pose. I’ve got a present for you.”

Her eyes snap open. “What present?”

“You’ll see. Don’t move an inch.”

I like making her wait in humiliating poses. I take my time finding what I need as she squirms on the bed. “Won’t they think this is weird?”

“I’ve checked with them all, and they’re looking forward to it. And don’t worry, they know the rules. Absolutely no touching.”

She whimpers as I return to the bed. I hold up a towel, determined to make this as embarrassing as possible. “I just need to dry you off first, or it’ll never stick.”

“What? Sebastian, what are you—”

I reach between her legs and carefully dry the skin around her clit before attaching the tiny adhesive device. Ophelia’s breaths come in ragged bursts. “What is this?”

I pull the remote from my pocket and press the button. She squeals as the device vibrates directly on her sensitive clit. It cuts off after two seconds, just as I’ve set it to. She wriggles when it stops and tilts her head to look at me with a question in her eyes.

“Just a little something to add to the fun.” I make a show of checking my watch. “Fifteen minutes. Make sure you’ve done everything you need to do. If you have to use the bathroom during the game, you need to ask my permission, and I imagine you might find that a little embarrassing.”

I don’t know how I’m keeping my face straight when I’m having this much fun. But she needs me to be strict. Otherwise, she might really lose her nerve. “Do you remember what you have to do and the rules? Repeat it for me.”

She pushes herself up to sit next to me and swallows. “Answer the door and show everyone to the table, then kneel by your chair unless someone requests a drink. Don’t speak unless spoken to, but answer all questions politely. Address everyone as sir. Don’t cover myself.” She pauses. “And ask permission if I need to leave the room for any reason.”

“Good pet.” I kiss her head and can’t resist adding, “And have fun. I know you’ll enjoy this.”

She bites her lip and disappears to get ready. When she returns to the living room, I’m already seated at the poker table. I had it brought in just for tonight, and it’s a classic Vegas design—circular and covered in green baize.

The cocktail table, where Ophelia will be mixing drinks, stands off to one side. I brought in a mixologist for a couple of days to teach her how to make the most popular cocktails perfectly, and she’s been having fun with it at Annie’s famous girls’ nights. Tonight will be a little different.

The move into our new place went surprisingly well for two people as picky about our home furnishings as we are. We’ve ended up with the slick, minimalist style we both like, enhanced with a few touches I never thought I’d have. Most notably our little Westie puppy, Alfie. He’s spending the night with Quinn and Jacob.

None of my friends are attending tonight, just acquaintances who love poker. Of all the guests, Ophelia only knows one, and I can’t wait to see her reaction when he walks in.

The heels force Ophelia to stick her ass and tits out, and my God, my cock is an iron bar already. Maybe I should cancel? I could spend the whole night fucking her on this very table.

No. This is going to be too much fun.

The buzzer goes, and Ophelia jumps as though she’s been tasered. I hide my smile. “You’re up, pet.”

She stares between me and the door, and I see the moment panic hits. Her hands fly to her tits, covering them, and she shakes her head. “No. Please.”

I’m on my feet in a second. I stand in front of her and gently pull her hands away. She whimpers but doesn’t fight. “You can do this. I know you want to. Now be a good pet, and don’t keep my guests waiting. Okay?”

She licks her lips, then steels herself. “Okay.”

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