The Player
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Could be in your future.
He wrapped the ends around his fist, then leaned down to graze his lips along my neck. His tongue flicked me, and the pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t bite back a soft moan. I clutched his chest to keep my balance.
“I want my second kiss.” He brushed his lips against mine. Once, twice . . . His tongue swept in.
I met it with my own, and heat shot through me.
He groaned against my lips, deepening the contact. As our tongues twined, my breasts began to ache, my thong getting damp. I was panting by the time he drew back.
His golden eyes looked darker with lust, now full amber. “So many things I want to do to you.” His voice was husky. Releasing my hair, he said, “Turn to face the mirror.”
“Pardon?” He’d muddled my thoughts.
“I’m going to give you commands. If you obey me, you’ll be rewarded.”
He’d warned me he would play games. “I don’t know,” I murmured, another show of hesitation before I played along. For my con, I was supposed to make his dreams come true—almost. Teasingly, and short of sex.
“Turn around.” The seething need in his eyes made me do it.
When I faced the mirror, I thought I’d see bewilderment in my reflection. I was confronted by my own excitement. Did I like being bossed around?
“Lift your dress for me.”
I wore only a white lacy thong. I nibbled my lip.
“You want to show your body to me.”
I did. I really did.
No, the tequila must be making me loopy! All I could think over and over: Give him whatever he needs.
“Do it. Now.” This control he wielded unnerved me—even as it aroused me.
Heart racing, I pinched the hem of my dress and started to raise it. Any shyness I’d expected—along with the impulse to cover myself—faded.
For some reason, I craved his gaze on my ass and my wet panties. But I took my time pulling my dress up to my waist.
He sucked in a breath, ogling my curves.
My face was on fire. Things were getting confused in my head until even my embarrassment was making me wet. And happy. Giddy, even. My lips curled.
“Is that a victory smile, Victoria? It should be. I’m coming undone. If you ever discover the extent of my attraction to you, I will be doomed.”
“Doomed to what?” In the mirror, I gazed down his body.
His big cock surged against his pants. “To whatever it is my Victoria desires.”
It’s a material world, Russian.
“Keep your dress raised.” He reached for me, using both hands to cup my cheeks, to knead them, to spread them. This wasn’t a mere seduction. He was exploring me, his eyes lit with curiosity. A boy with a new toy.
He gripped my hips, head tilted down as he watched himself thrust against me. Low masculine sounds broke from his chest.
I inhaled sharply. His excitement and need were fueling the same in me, but I still said, “No sex, right?” I didn’t think I physically could take that dick in me. Not without some prep time.
We met gazes in the mirror. “I’m not going to fuck you yet.” Wait, yet? “Take off your dress. I must see more of you.”
While he remained clothed? “Why should I?”
He gave me his thrall look. “Because, beautiful girl, this is the most pleasurable thing I have ever done, and I’ll give anything for it to continue.”
He wasn’t . . . he wasn’t lying?
I found myself unzipping the side of my dress. I drew it off, leaving only my bra, thong, and heels.
“Victoria,” he growled. He dipped his gaze, then checked out my front in the mirror. “The treasures you’ve been hiding, woman.” His control seemed to be slipping.
So what would happen if he lost it?
He ghosted his fingertips down my back, drawing a tremor. “Your back is sensitive?”
I’d never known. What was this guy doing to me? He continued down, fingers brushing over my ass. Without thinking, I raised it to follow his touch.
“Responsive.”
He was making me sound like some kind of wanton sexpot; I wasn’t. Not normally.
What if this man had the key? The key to me?
He bent to one knee, his hands roving over my legs, as if my body was a prize and he intended to worship every inch of it. He massaged my thighs, kissing the sides of them. On his way back to his feet, he pressed his lips to one cheek, then the other.
In the mirror, I watched my fight to keep my eyes open—
He nipped me with his teeth!
I squealed, but I kind of liked it.
Then he kissed his way up my back. “I will never get enough of this body.” As he nuzzled my ear, he unsnapped my bra.
I caught it against my breasts, surprised by how swollen they’d become. “I don’t know about wearing only a thong while you’re still dressed.” Honey traps tantalized. They didn’t roll over at the mark’s every whim.
Instead of ordering me to let my bra go, he piled up my hair and traced his lips across my nape, drawing a shiver from me. His heated breaths and firm lips undermined my resistance. His reaction to the rest of my body had been so thrilling. With each of his touches, I yearned to show this strange man more, to jut my aching tits and raise my ass for him.
“Victoria, you must show me all your treasures while I’ve still enough control to enjoy them fully.” He turned me to face him.
I let his spell take me over. I dropped the bra.
He didn’t glance down. Not yet. He gave my mouth a brief kiss—praise?—then he lowered his gaze.
He wrapped the ends around his fist, then leaned down to graze his lips along my neck. His tongue flicked me, and the pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t bite back a soft moan. I clutched his chest to keep my balance.
“I want my second kiss.” He brushed his lips against mine. Once, twice . . . His tongue swept in.
I met it with my own, and heat shot through me.
He groaned against my lips, deepening the contact. As our tongues twined, my breasts began to ache, my thong getting damp. I was panting by the time he drew back.
His golden eyes looked darker with lust, now full amber. “So many things I want to do to you.” His voice was husky. Releasing my hair, he said, “Turn to face the mirror.”
“Pardon?” He’d muddled my thoughts.
“I’m going to give you commands. If you obey me, you’ll be rewarded.”
He’d warned me he would play games. “I don’t know,” I murmured, another show of hesitation before I played along. For my con, I was supposed to make his dreams come true—almost. Teasingly, and short of sex.
“Turn around.” The seething need in his eyes made me do it.
When I faced the mirror, I thought I’d see bewilderment in my reflection. I was confronted by my own excitement. Did I like being bossed around?
“Lift your dress for me.”
I wore only a white lacy thong. I nibbled my lip.
“You want to show your body to me.”
I did. I really did.
No, the tequila must be making me loopy! All I could think over and over: Give him whatever he needs.
“Do it. Now.” This control he wielded unnerved me—even as it aroused me.
Heart racing, I pinched the hem of my dress and started to raise it. Any shyness I’d expected—along with the impulse to cover myself—faded.
For some reason, I craved his gaze on my ass and my wet panties. But I took my time pulling my dress up to my waist.
He sucked in a breath, ogling my curves.
My face was on fire. Things were getting confused in my head until even my embarrassment was making me wet. And happy. Giddy, even. My lips curled.
“Is that a victory smile, Victoria? It should be. I’m coming undone. If you ever discover the extent of my attraction to you, I will be doomed.”
“Doomed to what?” In the mirror, I gazed down his body.
His big cock surged against his pants. “To whatever it is my Victoria desires.”
It’s a material world, Russian.
“Keep your dress raised.” He reached for me, using both hands to cup my cheeks, to knead them, to spread them. This wasn’t a mere seduction. He was exploring me, his eyes lit with curiosity. A boy with a new toy.
He gripped my hips, head tilted down as he watched himself thrust against me. Low masculine sounds broke from his chest.
I inhaled sharply. His excitement and need were fueling the same in me, but I still said, “No sex, right?” I didn’t think I physically could take that dick in me. Not without some prep time.
We met gazes in the mirror. “I’m not going to fuck you yet.” Wait, yet? “Take off your dress. I must see more of you.”
While he remained clothed? “Why should I?”
He gave me his thrall look. “Because, beautiful girl, this is the most pleasurable thing I have ever done, and I’ll give anything for it to continue.”
He wasn’t . . . he wasn’t lying?
I found myself unzipping the side of my dress. I drew it off, leaving only my bra, thong, and heels.
“Victoria,” he growled. He dipped his gaze, then checked out my front in the mirror. “The treasures you’ve been hiding, woman.” His control seemed to be slipping.
So what would happen if he lost it?
He ghosted his fingertips down my back, drawing a tremor. “Your back is sensitive?”
I’d never known. What was this guy doing to me? He continued down, fingers brushing over my ass. Without thinking, I raised it to follow his touch.
“Responsive.”
He was making me sound like some kind of wanton sexpot; I wasn’t. Not normally.
What if this man had the key? The key to me?
He bent to one knee, his hands roving over my legs, as if my body was a prize and he intended to worship every inch of it. He massaged my thighs, kissing the sides of them. On his way back to his feet, he pressed his lips to one cheek, then the other.
In the mirror, I watched my fight to keep my eyes open—
He nipped me with his teeth!
I squealed, but I kind of liked it.
Then he kissed his way up my back. “I will never get enough of this body.” As he nuzzled my ear, he unsnapped my bra.
I caught it against my breasts, surprised by how swollen they’d become. “I don’t know about wearing only a thong while you’re still dressed.” Honey traps tantalized. They didn’t roll over at the mark’s every whim.
Instead of ordering me to let my bra go, he piled up my hair and traced his lips across my nape, drawing a shiver from me. His heated breaths and firm lips undermined my resistance. His reaction to the rest of my body had been so thrilling. With each of his touches, I yearned to show this strange man more, to jut my aching tits and raise my ass for him.
“Victoria, you must show me all your treasures while I’ve still enough control to enjoy them fully.” He turned me to face him.
I let his spell take me over. I dropped the bra.
He didn’t glance down. Not yet. He gave my mouth a brief kiss—praise?—then he lowered his gaze.
