Page 99 of The Games We Play
Penny sat tall, her posture proud, as her hands came up to cradle my face. I looked up at her, lost in the warmth of her touch and the intensity behind her eyes.
The room was quiet, thick with anticipation, with something deep and sparking hanging in the air between us.
I slid my hands slowly up her thighs, feeling the rise of her dress as I went. Inch by inch, fabric gave way to soft skin, to heat, to a glimpse of delicate lace where her legs met. My fingers twitched with restraint, every muscle in my body tense with the desire to touch, to claim, to bend her over the table and lose myself in her.
But I didn’t move. Not until she did.
I dragged my hands back down, a teasing trail of warmth over her skin, and met her stare again. Her lips parted as her eyes fluttered closed, breath catching from the gentle stroke of my fingertips.
Finally, she leaned down and kissed me as she held my face in her hands. Slow. Lingering. Like we had all the time in the world.
Her mouth molded to mine in lazy, sultry kisses that made the world fade away. I gripped her thigh tighter, anchoring myself in her as my heart threatened to burst from my chest.
Then she pulled back, lips brushing mine as she whispered, “Do you know what I want?”
I swallowed, shaking my head slightly.
“Release.” Her voice was like a secret, a confession, a demand wrapped in velvet.
A sound, almost a whimper, escaped me. “Whatever you want, Pen. I’m yours.”
I reached for her again, but she caught my wrist and gently pushed my hand away. Then she leaned back in the chair, a sly smile curving her lips.
“No,” she murmured.
My brow lifted in surprise, but I stayed still, watching as she slowly, tantalizingly, slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders.
My breath caught in my throat.
She tugged the neckline down, baring her perfect breasts, silver piercings glinting in the moonlight, my greatest temptation. My mouth watered. Every primal instinct in me screamed to taste her, to run my tongue over those perfect peaks until she begged for mercy.
“I’m going to pleasure myself,” she said, rising from the chair and letting her dress fall to the floor. She stood tall, radiant, stepping out of the fabric and kicking her shoes aside.
Then, with one slow, deliberate motion, she slipped her panties down and off.
My mouth dried. My cock strained painfully against my jeans.
“And you’re going to watch.”
Her bare pussy hovered inches from my mouth, the scent of her driving me wild.
“I’ll be a good boy,” I promised hoarsely. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
She reached out, placing one finger beneath my chin, and tilted my gaze back up to hers.
“I knew I’d like seeing you on your knees for me,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “but I didn’t know I’d love it this much.”
With a groan, I reached down and palmed the rigid line of my cock through my jeans. I was rock fucking hard, my whole bodystraining with need as Penny stood before me—bare, bold, and about to make one of my most wicked fantasies come true.
As much as I wanted to be the one to pull every moan from her throat, I was more than willing to sit back and watch her unravel herself.
“Submission might just be my new kink,” I growled.
Penny smirked and stepped back, sinking into the chair with deliberate grace. My breath hitched, turning into ragged pants as her hands roamed upward, starting at her breasts and exploring every inch of her body like it was the first time she’d ever touched herself. Every slow glide of her fingers was mesmerizing.
Her head tipped back, lips parting in a soft gasp as she brushed her fingertips over her flushed skin. My mind filled with every memory of those curves under my hands—how her nipples would harden when I teased them, how she’d whimper when I sucked a little too hard, how her back would arch when I found just the right rhythm.
Then her fingers drifted lower, slipping between her legs.
