Page 6 of Play With Me

“Hmmm, maybe you have been listening. I’ve got plenty of love, Madman.”

“It’s Madden.”

“Okay, Madman. I’m just being realistic. Tell me I’m wrong, then. Tell me that you can depend on life, no matter what it throws at you. Tell me that you haven’t been hurt in life. Tell me that life hasn’t betrayed you and stolen your faith and everything you ever held close to your heart. You won’t be able to, because I’m right. At some point, life takes away from everyone. No one’s immune to its bitchy side when it kicks you in the gut and throws you against the concrete right out of a fucking speeding car. When they say life’s a bitch, they mean it. The only wayIcan avoid disappointment is to depend on myself.Ican control whatIdo and whom I help. You kick me down and I come back ten times stronger. Beat disappointment to the punch, ya know. You must be able to identify with that as a bounty hunter.”

She was definitely a walking contradiction. Of course I understood her point of view, but with her closed-off attitude she was missing out on so much more that life had to offer. She lived for others; she was driven by selflessness yet didn’t know it. Or did she? Either way, she sounded like her life was all about work and zero self-reward.

Well, I could definitely help her with that, in fact, I could do it flawlessly? As soon as the thought crossed my mind I imagined her last night in New York, in my bed, squirming underneath me, spasming and twitching as I played with her body. I could play with her until she fell asleep with a smile on her face. With me at her side, she would forget all about the cowardice and selfishness filling this world. Tonight, I could be selfish for her and give her the kind of pleasure she deserved.

“It must be lonely to be you. All work and no play.” I took hold of her hips and gently pulled her toward me. She slid off her stool and glanced down at my greedy hand as I brought her closer. She didn’t object and relaxed her shoulders, showing me a moment of her vulnerability, before she looked up again.

“Are you offering to play with me, Madman? Are you going to be the knight in shining armor who makes me see and feel fireworks?”

Yeah, I was definitely he; and I definitely would. She would see fireworks until she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

“Do I really look lonely to you?” She pouted.

That was a trick question. If I answered yes, I could lose the chance to feel that warmth I felt radiating from her crotch to my knee as she pressed her pussy harder to the joint, around my dick. Her hips swayed left and right and her mound rolled over my cap. That move made me even harder. If I answered no, then I would have contradicted myself.

I decided to ignore the question instead. “A family takes away all the loneliness. It makes you feel whole. It has your back. You can count on family members for anything. They accept you for who you are, and they’re there at your darkest hour. They’re with you through all the good times and the bad.”

“Ha! If that’s the kind of family you got dealt, then you’re lucky.”

Iwaslucky. I had been lucky in the past as well as the present. Though Marissa was no longer here, I still felt her presence each day. Listening to Lola, I realized that I hadn’t felt the need to know more about another woman in almost six years. Instead of inviting her to the hotel upstairs, I wanted to learn more about her.

“What about Christmas time?” What was I doing? Here she was, offering herself to me, practically orgasming while rolling back and forth over my knee, and I was chatting religious holidays.

“What about it?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never celebrated Christmas.”

“I’ve put up a tree and cooked.”

“For yourself?”

“Who else for?”

I sighed. “I’m going to work you so hard, princess, you’re going to realize that I’m the key to what’s been missing in your life.”

Fuck me!I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come up with such a good one-liner.

“Please – anything but a princess.”

“Not all princesses are about pink dresses, flowers, and rainbows. Some are more like queens. Like Wonder Woman.”

Her mouth lifted as soon as I compared her to a fierce woman, and a satisfied grin spread over her face. Her hands snaked up my chest, nails scraping gently over the cotton fabric that I wished were my skin.

“You sure know a lot about princesses, but you don’t know me. And that’s just one of the reasons that I can’t offer more than what you see. No matter what happens, tomorrow morning, I’m leaving. The only memory you’ll have of me will be a new scratch on your bed post.”

That did throw a curve ball because suddenly I realized that one night with this woman wouldn’t be enough.

“What I see in front of me looks perfect,” I replied. “Let me play with you, Lola. Let me give you what you need this last night in New York, and we’ll go from there.” Her fingers trailed to the back of my neck and skimmed across my hairline. She was playing me as hard as I was playing her.

“But how can trust you? We’ve just met.” She slowly shifted off my knee to between my legs, and I pulled her in even closer.

“Exactly. That’s why tonight, as we start building that trust, will be all about you.”

“Hmm.” She placed her finger over her lips, and then drew it down to her chin, over her neck, and over the swell of her breasts before she brought it to my mouth. “I’m not sure how I feel about a one-night stand with you just yet, but I guess I could find out.”

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