Page 31 of Play Dirty

You know, the usual stuff. None of it impresses me. I mean, I like fucking her. Her body is quite nice, her breasts large enough to look good in plunging-neckline shirts and dresses. They are like ripe fruit. Honeydew. Something so pretty and smooth, you can’t help but touch it.

Her nipples are tight and two shades darker than her skin. Peaked up like little monuments. A testament to how much she’s enjoying this.

“I want you inside me,” she moans.

I’m sure she does.

“More. Again. More.” She’s begging me. How long has Alexander been priming her to get this kind of… sexual desperation?

And it’s not like he doesn’t get her off, he just doesn’t give her cock.

“Does he stick things inside you?” I whisper, my fingers slower now. So she can think about this.

“What?”

“Things, Augustine. Long, hard things to make you think about the cock you’re not allowed to have.”

“Uh… no,” she whimpers. “No. But I want more right now, Jordan. Just please. Don’t play with me. Just give something freely for once.”

I huff a small amount of air through my nose to simulate a laugh. “This is your game, remember? Not mine.”

She exhales. Meets my gaze. Holds it for several seconds. With difficulty. Because I’m still fingering her. Still making her crazy. “You can write the rules,” she says, her voice trembling. “I don’t care. You can make all the rules you want. Tomorrow. Just give me what I need tonight.”

I pull my fingers out and she bites her lip, whimpering. “No.”

But I just smile. “I’m on board with this plan,” I say. “But I’m not going to make it easy for him. Or you,” I add. Because I’m feeling generous and that bit of truth is a gift. So she can prepare herself for what will happen.

She frowns.

“I might fuck you again tonight,” I say, throwing her a bone. “But I want to do something else first.”

“What? What do you want to do?”

I smile as I reach down, find my phone in my pants pocket, and pull up the camera. “Let’s make some evidence, Augustine.”

And then I laugh. Because that expression on her face is funny.

“What?”

“A little video for your husband.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if I were him it would piss me off. Especially since he’s the one who wanted to play the game.”

She starts to turn around and face me. “We don’t need—” But I yank her hair and push her face into the couch back.

“Stay right where you are,” I say. “I wasn’t really asking your permission, Augustine. I was telling you what comes next.”

It occurs to me then… I should make them sign a contract. There’s so many ways for this to get messy. And I am nothing if not a great lawyer.

But first, the video.

“Smile,” I say. “We’re rolling.”

I do fuck her later. But only after I get a nice point-of-view video of her sucking my dick. Only after I gag her with it. Only after I come on her face. Only after I email all that beautiful footage to her husband.

And after that I send her home to deal with the consequences.