Page 55 of Play Dirty

I lean in and kiss him again. This time his mouth is eager. He’s waiting for me to guide him, but then he’s compliant and malleable. His tongue twisting against mine. The slight stubble around his mouth scratching against the slight stubble of mine.

“You don’t get her tonight,” I say, still kissing him.

“Fuck you,” he whispers back.

“I get you, you get me, she gets us.”

He smiles. I can feel it, even though I can’t see it. “Sounds good to me.”

“It should,” I say. “It’s what you’ve always wanted.”

“Fuck you,” he says again. “I never needed you.”

“But yet you’re still kissing me.” I grab his cock, pulling it out of his boxer briefs.

“Suck me,” he says.

“No.” I laugh, pulling fully out of the kiss now. “No. You will suck me, Alexander. You will suck me until I come. But I’m not gonna give you that pleasure. Not unless…”

“Unless what?” he asks.

“Not unless you can control yourself.”

“That’s why you’re here,” he says back.

“No, wrong again. I’m here for her.” I nod my head back towards Augustine, who’s been a very good girl while Alexander and I sort through this little power play, because when I look over at her, she truly has not moved. “Now get down on your fucking knees and do your job.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs.

I do a one-shoulder shrug. “Either you do as I say or you can leave.” I look back at Augustine. “You can both leave.”

“Do it,” Augustine says. “I want to see it, Alexander.”

Augustine understands, even though Alexander is still having trouble. I turn my body to look at her properly, because she’s slipped her hand under her dress, dragging the silky fabric up to expose the fact that she isn’t wearing underwear. Her fingers begin to play with the pink folds of bare skin between her legs.

“You’ll make her hot,” I say, leaning into Alexander’s ear. “You’ll drive her crazy. We,” I say, stressing the word, “will drive her crazy. Together. And then we can make her scream. Then I’ll let you lose a little control. You want that, right?”

He’s silent. My whisper is so soft, I’m not even sure he hears me.

“Yes,” he finally says. And when I look into his eyes, I see the hunger inside him. A dangerous, voracious appetite that might have slipped into addiction a few years back.

“You want to fuck her?” I whisper. “Hard? Put your hands around her throat? Choke her until she collapses? While your cock is buried deep, deep inside her pussy?”

I can hear him swallow.

“Don’t you?” I whisper again.

He nods.

“Then get on your knees and pay for the privilege.”

I have had many moments I’m not proud of. It comes with the job of game master. Many moments when I have stopped to ask myself existential questions. Who am I and what am I really doing? Am I good? Am I evil?

Alexander drops to his knees, pulling my cock out of my pants, and leans his face in.

This isn’t one of them.

Because I do not care.