Page 104 of Games We Play
“I’m waiting for you to touch me.”
Sloan rewarded her honesty with a peck to the forehead. “Do you know what I want to do for you, Leah?” Not to her, butforher. That was the difference Sloan was still learning.Aaron never did anything for me. It was always about his gratification. Getting off. Feeling smug that he had once again dominated me, a woman who thought she couldn’t be tamed.She would be different. Everything she and her lover did would be about their mutual benefit. Nobody could leave the room unless their needs were met. For Sloan, that included the emotional satisfaction of love well made.
Leah slowly lifted her chin. “Tell me. Please.”
Sloan’s fingers drew a long line beneath Leah’s chin. “I want to free you.”
“Yeah?”
“The more I tie you up, the more I boss you around, the more I’ll free you from everything that haunts you. Don’t tell me that doesn’t sound like a beautiful night to you.”
Leah bit her bottom lip. When it popped out of her mouth again, Sloan had to hold back the urge to kiss her so hard that she fell sideways onto the bed.
“How does it sound?”
Leah inhaled a sharp gasp when Sloan lowered her hands down her lover’s arms. “Divine,” she said.
“Tell me one thing you want to forget about tonight.”
“Everything.”
“That’s not an answer,” Sloan chided. “You have to be more specific.”
She further teased Leah with fingers down the chest and light pinches to her nipples. Not the fastest way to get words out of the woman’s mouth, but it was effective in turning her on.I want you wet and ready for me, Leah.It didn’t dawn on Sloan until a few seconds later that the same sentiment was often uttered by her husband. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? The focus was more on Leah than on Sloan’s formidable past.I’m always going to think about Aaron, aren’t I? He shaped my whole attitude toward kink.Attitudes could be changed, though. How suddenly remembering those hundreds of nights they spent together affected her could change. What Sloan needed were more positive experiences. Truly positive experiences… not ones that sounded great at the time, but later became terrible stories she told her therapist.
“I want to forget what happened this morning.”
“Of course you do.” Sloan knelt before Leah, hands gripping her bare knees and voice becoming firmer. “That was stressful. I’m sorry I asked you to be a part of that.”
“I wanted to be.”
“What else is there?”
Leah hesitated. “The thought of opening my own bakery. It’s overwhelming.”
“Running your own business isn’t easy. I know.” Sloan rose up enough to wrap her hand around the back of Leah’s neck and bring her head forward for a heavy kiss. Soon. “There’s so much to consider. Even with people supporting you, it’s so easy to feel alone.” She knew that well, too.No wonder I understand what it’s like to be her.No wonder Aaron got to her so easily.
Ah, this was more like it. Since it was inevitable that she would think of Aaron whenever she played this dominant role, she might as well learn to look at it from a submissive partner’s point of view. The one she knew better than anything else. Just because she wasn’t looking to relive those days anytime soon, didn’t mean she couldn’t put herself in Leah’s place and revel in the appeal.Maybe one day we’ll switch, my dear.Until then, Sloan needed to practice, but practicing as a Domme meant exuding that effortless confidence that attracted women like Leah to her in the first place.
Well-earned confidence, if sometimes misguided.
The kiss she gave Leah could have ended them both if she didn’t maintain control of the situation. Leah was already in that headspace that could take over at any moment. She wouldn’t mean to do it, of course. That was the point. She was the one allowed to escape into any corner of her mind. She was the passive player, the one who received, accepted, and created the mood Sloan enjoyed. If Leah cried in fear or pain, then Sloan knew to abort mission and focus on nothing but Leah’s well-being. If she gasped in ecstasy, then the night continued with fervor. If she sincerely questioned, paused, or went too deep with no hope of returning on her own, then Sloan needed to know how to redirect the energy.
It was a daunting task. It was also why people loved to say that the submissive ones were truly the ones with power.The power to make or break the night, maybe.For Sloan, the fantasy was having the damned power. The further Leah retreated into herself, the more power Sloan gained.
The more power there was to abuse.No. That won’t be me. I can change. I can learn from the old mistakes.
Pressure. So much pressure. Yet when Sloan kissed her girlfriend, their first passionate taste since their reunion, all that pressure melted away.
She wanted to push Leah down and take her, now. She wanted to ravish her supple body, taste her nectar, and make her come so hard, that Leah never had to suffer an agonizing thought again. There would be no memories of that morning. No anxiety about her future. No regrets of her past. There was only here.Now.Sloan was her chance to escape. A mere vessel for transcending the mortal punishments everyone was born with, and few learned to avoid.
Sloan pulled back before she fell too deep into that kiss. She gasped into Leah’s mouth, aware that her whole body now ached from the embers burning in the depths of her being. Control was of the utmost importance. Failure to control her own lust would dismantle everything they needed from tonight.
“Do you want to play a game, kitten?” She asked that with teeth on Leah’s lips and hands squeezing her breasts. Leah rocked back and forth from the pressure erupting between them. Her acquiescence to do whatever Sloan wanted echoed in the hotel suite.
Good. Because Sloan knew how to play games.
“I’m going to bend you over this bed and spank you until your ass is red and you’re so wet that you’re begging for me to take advantage of it. Does that sound pleasant to you?”
