Page 16 of Sinister Games

Then just as silently they all left.

Pointing to the bright orange slices on my plate, Richard asked, “Are you familiar with avgotaraho?”

“No, but it looks delicious,” I answered with genuine enthusiasm.

I couldn’t help but watch his mouth as he explained it was sun-dried and salted roe from the gray mullet fish.

“So, it’s basically the Greek version of caviar?”

“Exactly.”

Taking my fork, I mimicked Richard’s movements as I swirled a single slice through the olive oil, pepper, and lemon zest before trying it.

Covering my mouth as I tried to talk while still chewing, I exclaimed, “This is so good! I love it.”

As we finished the course, Richard selected one of the bright purple edible flowers that decorated the plate and playfully placed it in my hair.

Waiting till they cleared the plates and left, Richard caressed the skin of my forearm and leaned over. Crooking his finger, he beckoned me to lean in as well. With a conspiratorial whisper he asked, “Do you like games?”

“Games?”

“Yes, games.”

“Like board games?”

“Not exactly,” he chuckled, “more like life experience games.”

“Like truth or dare.”

“That’s my girl, exactly.” He gave my cheek a quick caress.

Swoon at being called “his girl.”

Lowering my voice to what I hoped was a seductive purr, I asked, “What kind of game do you want to play?”

Richard toyed with one large curl that rested along my right arm. Remembering the sting of pain when he pulled my hair earlier and the intense images it conjured of him kneeling behind me, fucking me hard as he pulled my hair again even harder, my mouth opened slightly as I licked my lips.

“If we play this game, you have to promise to be a good girl and do everything I tell you. No questions asked.”

A nervous frisson had my stomach clenching.

Licking my lips, I tried swallowing but my throat still felt too dry to speak. I could only nod.

Richard moved his hand under the table. I nearly jumped a foot when I felt its warmth on the bare skin of my thigh.

“I want you to take off your panties.”

I had read about couples doing things like this but had never actually dared to do it myself. Truth be told, I’ve never dated a man confident and sexy enough to ask it of me. If any of my very limited ex-boyfriends had made such a request, I would have probably laughed.

There was nothing amusing about the look on Richard’s face.

His intense cobalt gaze hooked and held mine.

“What do you say?” he demanded.

Without thought, I replied, “Yes… sir.”

Laying my napkin beside my plate on the table, I started to rise. His large hand encircled my narrow wrist.

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