Page 60 of Games We Play
“You mean you weren’t thinking about me already? After what you told me to do?”
So cheeky. No wonder I like her.“Did you do it? Because that picture you sent me was merely titillating.
Leah continued to giggle in her faraway room.I wish I could touch her right now.There was something to be said about indulging in a woman’s warm and soft body. Leah had plenty of nooks and hiding places for Sloan’s insecurities. “I was about to,” Leah admitted. “But I wanted to show you my outfit first.”
Sloan rolled onto her side. “Where did you get that? I don’t remember getting it for you.”
“Not everything I wear for you is something you bought me.”
“Wear forme?Oh, Leah,darling,do me a favor and don’t say something like that unless we’re deep in a scene.” Sloan shoved her hand beneath her pillow. “You never wear your clothes for someone else. You wear them because they make you feel sexy. Powerful.”Irresistible.
“But knowing that it’s something you like makes me feel sexier. Why wouldn’t I put on something I thought you’d like?”
“Do you like it, though?”
“I bought it two years ago, though it wasn’t on sale and cost more than my weekly food budget. I’d say I like it a lot.”
“What made you think I would like it?” Sloan picked a stray thread on the corner of her pillowcase. “Spare no details.”
“Well…” Leah may be two thousand miles and two time zones away, but Sloan knew the younger woman grinned with every little bit of praise she received.She said so herself – she lives off it.Sloan used to know someone a lot like Leah: eager to please, happiest when appreciated, and always willing to do the bidding of the person she loved.
She doesn’t love me. She can’t.
“I know that you like purple, because you own a lot of dark purple things.”
“I do, I suppose.” Sloan’s phone case was purple. Half her handbags were some shade of royal purple or navy blue. She didn’t wear a lot of colors, per se, but she did have that purple blouse she loved. Oh, and the amethyst earrings…huh.Sloan would have never guessed that her favorite color was dark purple. She was more likely to say blood red or bright, bold blue. Colors that conveyed her personality, not necessarily her tastes. “It’s not only about the color, is it?”
“I figured you’d be a fan of the cut and how much of my body it exposes.”
“Of course. It’s like the others in that regard.”
“Precisely. So, are you still going to punish me?”
Sloan had already forgotten about that. “If you want me to.”
“You told me I had interrupted your dinner with your business partner, so…”
“Don’t worry about it. The bastard needed interrupting.” The more Aaron talked, the more likely Sloan was to suffer a stroke.
Leah took her time responding. “I see.”
Damnit.Sloan was so out of it that she had also forgotten how excited Leah had sounded to receive her first real “punishment” from the woman pulling her puppet strings. Dynamics in these sorts of relationships required a certain finesse that Sloan almost always pulled off… until she was thrown off her game.Thanks, Aaron.If it weren’t for Leah’s call, Sloan would probably be ass deep in a bottle of brandy.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said, after giving it a small think, “before I see you again, I want you to write down every time you thought,‘Damn, I wish Ms. Sloan were here to set me straight.’Whatever that means to you doesn’t matter. When I see you again, I’ll divvy out what I think is fair.”
“What about in the meantime? I didn’t put on this outfit for nothing.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, then.” Sloan sat up again, her wrinkled camisole riding up her torso and reminding her that Leah wasn’t there to kiss her skin. “You want attention. You’ve got me on the phone.” Her reflection appeared in the vanity mirror a few feet away. “I’m inclined to make you come before I hang up.”
Leah remained silent.
“Take your tits out of your lingerie and pinch your nipples, kitten.” Sloan grabbed her makeup remover and dabbed a small cloth against the faint line of mascara she had applied hours before. “Make sure I hear you moan.”
Phone sex was usually more exciting than what Sloan felt that night. It had nothing to do with Leah’s involvement. The picture and description of why she chose to wear what she did was more than enough to get Sloan’s imagination going. It also wasn’t a matter of her own libido. God help her, it was the time of the month when her body begged her to fuck anyone who moved.No, what I hate right now is what’s going on in my head.For every second Sloan spent concentrating on her girlfriend’s breathy moans and the image dancing in her head, she also spent two more remembering every moment of her life that sent her down the dark spirals of depression.
More than once she tried to get into it on her end, but no matter how much Sloan touched herself or attempted to think of nothing but Leah, her eyes continued to wander to her collage of photographs.
“Please…” Leah whispered through the phone. An unmistakable buzz remained in the background. “Can I please put it on my clit now?”
