Page 23 of Daddy's Game

“Grace, what’s wrong?”

She remained silent as I set up the board. When it was almost done, she spoke at last.

“Brock, I feel like there’s something here,” she said, gesturing vaguely between us. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel it.”

My heart beat faster in my chest as I put the final pieces in place.

“I feel it, too. What’s to be upset about? If there’s something here, we should explore it.”

“I’m not sure I can, under the circumstances.”

“What circumstances? Is it because I’m older than you?”

“No…well, maybe, but that’s not the main problem that I’m having with it. The real issue is, you want to buy my land out from underneath me. I don’t know if I can trust you not to use this…whatever this is between us, against me in that fight.”

I considered her over the board for a long time.

“If it’s any consolation, I’ve been giving serious thought to forgetting all about that plot of land.”

She studied me carefully, eyes full of suspicion. Then she nodded, almost as if to herself and her face relaxed.

“You’re serious.”

“Of course I am. I told you, I won’t lie to you, Grace.”

She smiled, and then motioned to the board.

“Best two out of three?”

The second game was a different story than the first. This time, I played to the best of my ability. Even so, a good amount of my own pieces occupied the other side of the board by the time I said checkmate.

“How about for the third game, we raise the stakes?” I asked.

She scowled. “I’m not playing for my land.”

I considered her for a long moment.

“No, of course not. I was thinking that anytime you lose a piece that isn’t a pawn, you take off a piece of clothing.”

Her eyes widened. I held her gaze for a long moment, and the chemistry boiled between us.

“Alright,” she said, half lidding her gaze. “But the blanket counts as a piece of my clothing.”

“Acceptable terms.”

Excitement coursed through me. Now things were really interesting. Both of us settled in to play. I quickly took one of her knights with a pawn, and the blanket came down. Next she took my bishop, and I removed my blazer.

I was down to my undershirt and trousers before I finally took her second knight. Grace held my gaze as she reached down and rolled up her shirt from the hem. I felt my pulse racing as she lifted it up and I was treated to her wonderful bosom for the first time.

“I don’t see how they can be that interesting,” she said even as her breasts swayed enticingly from the movement.

“Then you’re selling yourself short.” I had been more or less at half mast for most of the game. Now my member strained at my trousers for release. With all that blood rushing south, I soon found my game compromised. I stripped off my shirt when she took a castle.

“Holy shit,” she said as I revealed my torso. “You look like you were carved out of marble.”

“I like to keep myself in shape,” I said. I made my pecs dance and she laughed so hard her eyes watered.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that.”

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