Page 29 of Set Play

Me:

Face to face, Élise. That way, u can’t ignore me if u don’t like what I say.

Chispita:

Bold to assume I won’t ignore you F2F, but whatever. At least this way, I can smack you when you piss me off.

Me:

Careful, chispita. ur fire turns me on…I mean, what’s pleasure without some pain?

Me:

I prefer to be the one giving it. But for u? I’m willing to try receiving it.

Chispita:

Are you fucking serious right now?

Me:

I would never joke about that. u’ll see.

Three dots appear but disappear a moment later. After several minutes of waiting to see if they’ll come back, I sigh and set my phone on the nightstand.

Idiot, you pushed her too far considering she isn’t your biggest fan.

Oh well, just means I can go to bed early.

Stripping down to my boxers, I catch a whiff of bar food on my skin and cringe, deciding a shower is necessary.

The second I step under the hot spray, I let out a pleasured groan. Fuck, nothing beats not having to worry about running out of hot water or running up the water bill while just relaxing under the spray in a hotel shower.

So I do just that; I hang my head to rest against the cool tile, enjoying the pounding of water against my back. Time loses meaning as my thoughts drift to our last few messages and those gorgeous green eyes. Instantly, my cock starts to stiffen.

Fuck, maybe I enjoy her fire a bit too much.

I try to will my erection away, but it’s no use. Élise has set up camp in my mind and there’s no evicting her. I close my eyes and trail my hand down my abs, wishing it was her hand, before wrapping it around my dick. As I stroke myself, I let my imagination take over.

“Oh, fuck you, Reyes. Who the fuck do you think you are acting like—” My hand snaps out and wraps around her slender throat, killing the words before they can escape her lips.

“Is that what you want…to fuck me? You could’ve just asked, Chispita. I would’ve gladly given you what you wanted, but since you want to be a fucking brat.” I squeeze her throat a bit tighter. “Maybe I’ll make you beg for it. Or maybe I’ll just take what I need and leave you hot and wanting.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she spits out, but I see the flare of heat in her eyes. She won’t admit it, but she wants this as much as I do.

Leaning in to nip her earlobe, I whisper, “You say ‘stop’ and it all stops, understand?” She can’t nod while still wearing my hand as a necklace, but she tries. “Words, Élise. I need to hear it.”

“For fuck…yes, I understand, damnit.”

“Good girl. Now,” I release her and take a step back, “take off your clothes, and get that pretty little ass of yours on the bed.”

Despite the order, she glares at me, unmoving. “I don’t believe that was what I told you to do, gorgeous.” I step into her space and grab her by the hips, not giving her any warning before I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.

“What the hell?” She lets out an indignant squeak midflight, but giggles upon landing.

“Why are you such a fucking psycho? First,” she recounts as she sits up and begins removing her clothes without breaking her glare, “you all but force me to be your fake girlfriend. Now, you throw me around and order me to strip for you?”

“A lot of complaining for someone choosing to listen.” I can’t help but point out.