His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

What the fuck is happening? Where is the Robyn that loathes me? The Robyn who would never flirt back. The Robyn who would grab any chance to throw insulting words at me.

Where the fuck did she go?

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been hoping to encounter this side of Robyn since the day she showed me this side of her at my brother’s club. And that day at the club, she had too much to drink. But today, she’s not drunk. She’s anything but drunk and she knows what she’s doing.

She’s playing a game with me, a game I don’t mind losing because right now all I want is her. And I don’t mind doing anything, whatever thing it takes to have her body flush against mine and my hands in the places I’ve only dreamt about. The Robyn sitting in front of me is a temptress and this pretty little temptress wants me to do things to her. Bad, bad things. She’s trying to wake up the beast in me and I have little to no self-control left in me. At this point, it just depends on what she says and the things she does, or we’re both going to find ourselves in a situation we will both enjoy.

The last time I had sex was three weeks ago, with this Brazilian model that I don’t remember her name, and as usual, I imagined Robyn riding my dick instead of her. And since that fateful night, I haven’t been with a woman. Not because I don’t want to, or because there weren’t women lining up to have a taste of my dick, but because I want it to be Robyn. I want it to be her. I’ve imagined doing dirty things to her and I don’t want to imagine anymore. I want these imaginations to become reality. I want to have her on top of me, under me, and against me, in every filthy position.

One night. I just want one night with her. One night with her is enough to get rid of this ache in my balls and I can’t believe it’s been over a month and Robyn is yet to give in to what we both want. I know she wants me, and right now, with her sitting in front of me clearly sober, I can see the desire in her eyes. What I don’t understand is why she refused to give in when she wants me as much as I want her.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

The night I had her up against the wall outside the restroom of a French restaurant, two days ago, I could feel how much she wanted me. How her eyes fluttered at my touch and right that moment I thought about how she would moan with my mouth on her clit. I could have had my way with her and she would have let me.

But I knew better than to try.

I want her to submit to me willingly without having to seduce her. To submit her body to me and let me do to her whatever I please while I watch her beg for more. To hear her pant and moan as I devour her, and with the ache in my balls, I’d do anything to let my filthy thoughts become reality.

Robyn plants her cocktail down on the counter as she leans forward, her hand reaching out to touch my arm as electricity jolts through me. I badly want to grab her seat and pull her close to me, but I don’t. And that’s because we are at my fundraising charity event. I’m supposed to be creating awareness for children and not fucking Robyn in my head.

Robyn uncrosses her thighs and the little gesture drags my attention to her thighs again and how smooth they look.

“Is that what you want?” I whisper.

“You’d be surprised if you know what I really want, Dominique,” Robyn whispers and then she pulls back and stands up. “Do you want to dance?” Robyn asks.

I chuckle, turning to look at the dance floor with my guests dancing to the slow song from the live band. I turn to look at Robyn and she’s offering me her hand. The Robyn who loathes me will never offer me a dance.

I stand up as I wrap my arms around her slender waist and pull her close to me to whisper into her ear. “You know, if you continue to talk like that we’re gonna have to do something about that.”

“Like what?” Robyn whispers as she cranes her neck to look me in the eye. “Does it involve leaving me breathless and sweaty?”

Shit.

I’m used to Robyn rejecting me and throwing insulting words at me, but this side of Robyn, I didn’t think I was ever going to witness it ever again. This little seductive side of her. It seems like Robyn can see the shock on my face as she smiles.

“Are we gonna dance or are we gonna stand here and talk about the things we would like to do to each other?” She asks, surprising me further.

“I choose the latter.”

“Why not both?” Robyn asks as she bites her bottom lip. I can feel the pull in my cock by her little gesture.

Whatever game this is, I’m not gonna lie I’m enjoying it but I’m also curious. What happened? She’s beaten me at my own game and I’m at her mercy, begging to let me explore every inch of her body and whether she lets me or not, it’s up to her to decide that.

Dumbfounded for the first time in my life, I walked Robyn toward the dance floor. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and I put my arms around her waist, down the curve of her back. It takes a lot of willpower not to reach down and grab her butt. We’re so close, so fucking close that our faces are just a few inches away from each other.

God, she’s beautiful.

I can smell her perfume, a mixture of flowers and vanilla. The scent alone is intoxicating. Holding her in my arms and staring into her fiery brown orbs is doing strange things to me and right now I want to lean in and kiss her. To taste her lips and watch her melt against my touch and moan into my mouth.

“Why do I feel like you want to kiss me?” Robyn whispers, running her fingers through the hair on my nape.

“Do you want me to?” I ask her.

Robyn smiles and leans closer to me, her lips a breath away from my ear as we dance to the song.

“Maybe.”

Her response alone arouses the beast in me and at this point, I don’t care if we’re at my charity gala. I just need to have a taste of her. To have my tongue down her throat and my lips over hers.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Robyn.”

“Maybe I like a little danger.” She whispers and pulls her head back so that we are staring into each other’s eyes.

I can see the lust in her eyes and the hunger in them. Fuck. If I was not hard before, I’m painfully hard now, my balls craving for release. I have to have her. I need to have her right fucking now or I’m gonna lose my mind.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“And I thought you’ll never ask.” Robyn pulls away and I hold her wrist, pulling her against me as I search her eyes for anything, anything that proves this is real.

“What’s going on? One minute you hate me and the next minute you want to fuck me?”

“Should I remind you you want this too?” Robyn raises her eyebrows as she smirks at me.

She takes a step forward, closing the gap between us. “Maybe I’m tired of being in denial. Tonight, I don’t want to care about anything else. Tonight, I just want to feel. Now are we gonna continue talking or are you gonna take me someplace quiet where I can have you to myself?”