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His Games, Her Rules Forty Eight
The hostess receives us by the door with a big smile on her pale face. She recognizes Dominique before he can introduce himself.“Your table is right this way, Sir.” She leads us down to the corner of the restaurant that’s a little secluded from the rest of the restaurant.The tables here are few, with one couple already occupying the table at the far end. The hostess pushes a door open and steps through. Dominique leads me through, with his hand on my lower back. His palm on my back sends tingles to my feet and my heartbeat accelerates.“Where’s she taking us?”“To our table,” Dominique replies as he looks down at me, with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.We climb through a flight of stairs as the hostess opens a door and the evening breeze hits my face. We’re on the rooftop where there are at least five beautiful tents. Underneath the tents are two white chairs and a table with a tablecloth over the tables. There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table.In
His Games, Her Rules Forty Nine
“I’m sorry?” I ask, not believing he just dared me to touch myself right here, with him sitting in front of me and in public. He must be joking.“I said I want you to touch yourself, Robyn, right here and now. And don’t hold back your moans, I want to listen to how you feel when you pleasure yourself. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”This is a joke, right? I stare at his blue eyes for any proof of whether he's joking or not, but there is none. He’s actually not joking.“What if I fake an orgasm?”“I’ll know. You will show me proof.”“You can’t be serious, Dominique, I could get caught.”“Then try not to get caught. Or you could always back down.”“And let you win?”“Then this will be an easy fit for you then.” Dominique smirks at me.Nobody knows this but I get turned on by the idea of getting caught when I’m doing something erotic in a public place. As much as this is crazy, the idea of getting caught is like my personal stimulant. I could actually have sex in a public b
His Games, Her Rules Fifty
I hate flying. Always have and always will.I stare out the window at the cloud just to avoid Dominique’s burning gaze that’s fixed on me. We’re in Dominique’s private jet which is called “The Gray Bird” for some reason and we’ve been flying for ten minutes and yet it feels like it’s been ten hours.The jet is a luxurious aircraft and even the interior screams class. The inside is a nude color and it compliments the exterior. I was awed the minute I climbed up the stairs and entered the jet. Then when I sat down, reality dawned on me. I was really on an aircraft traveling to Santa Monica with Dominique and I’m going to be his pretend girlfriend.Fuck my life.“Are you gonna be done any minute?” I ask as I turn away from the window to glare at Dominique who seems to be enjoying himself from the discomfort he's causing me by continuously staring at me.“With what?”I scoff. “Don’t play smart. You know what I mean.”Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. “Care to tell me why you ch
His Games, Her Rules Fifty One
There's a lounge in this private jet and I just stumbled upon it. I glance around, taking in the little details at how simple and beautiful this place looks. A man, whom I later realized is Oliver, Dominique's closest and only friend, sits on one of the barstools with a glass of drink in his hand. There's a bartender dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt and black vest behind the counter and he's wiping a tumbler clean.I stand next to Oliver and set my empty glass of drink on the counter. Oliver turns to look at me at the same time I turn to look at him. This is the first time I've had a good look at him up close. He's very attractive. He's like your typical playboy millionaire bachelor, with the looks and the body, matched with piercing gray eyes.“Oliver, right?” I ask him.He gives me a warm smile. “In the flesh. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Dom?”“Yeah. I needed a quiet place to get my thoughts together.”“Couples fight?”“We are not a couple.”“Right.” Ol
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Two
I have always been an early bird because I work in a hospital and I always check in early. So waking up early has become a habit. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I keep my toothbrush back. I haven’t seen Dominique since I woke up so I assume he’s still asleep.I run my fingers through my hair as I make my way out of the en-suite bathroom and go straight to the kitchen. I need coffee. In the living room, I pause on my track as I stare at Dominique lying on the couch sleeping. His hair is everywhere, sticking out in brown strands. His long legs are dangling off the couch with his right arm splayed across his forehead and covering his eyes. His left hand is inside his gray sweats and there’s a little strain on his face. Like he’s having a bad dream.He looks innocent, like a regular man. Not to mention he looks really hot when he sleeps too. The drapes are drawn shut, the light from the standing lamp the only source of light in here. I exhale, biting my bottom lip as I walk tow
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Three
My mission, during this breakfast meeting with his family, is to get my revenge on Dominique for leaving me sexually frustrated. Earlier when I was taking my bath, I had touched myself to get the edge off while I shamelessly imagined Dominique touching me in the places where I desperately craved his attention.Adding a final touch to my lipstick, I stand up and walk toward the full-length mirror by the built-in wardrobe. I stare at my reflection, pleased by my look. I’m wearing a spaghetti-strap burgundy jumpsuit with a draped collar, with a lace-up backless design. It’s body-hugging, accentuating my curves, my butt, and even my thighs. My feet are covered in 4-inch clear stilettos.I look sexy. Dominique said to look hot and I didn’t have to try because every piece of clothing inside the wardrobe is sexy. Handpicked by a woman who knows what to wear to seduce a man and with this outfit, Dominique would not be able to peel his eyes off of me. Wearing a Tom Ford unisex perfume to finis
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Four
I turn to look at Dominique who still has a strain on his face as he stares at nothing. His body is here but his mind is not here. I place my hand on his thigh and squeeze. Dominique looks down at my hand on his thigh as he turns to look at me. I give him an assuring smile and he smiles in return. Slowly, I feel his rigid muscles start to relax underneath my touch as he lets out a sigh.“Sorry, I’m late.” A baritone voice says as we turn toward the source of the voice.A man dressed in a black well-tailored suit appears from nowhere as he leans down to kiss Camilla on the cheek. He stands upright and turns to look at us.“Hello, everyone.”“Hi, Lorenzo.” A few voices echo around me as Lorenzo sits down next to Aimee and directly opposite me.He locks eyes with me for a long minute as a playful smirk plays on his lips. Damn, he’s fine. He has dark golden skin, jet black hair, a pointed long nose, a toned and well-defined body, a defined jawline, and piercing dark brown eyes. He’s the s
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Five
Something is happening to me.Something strange, and I don’t like it.I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that’s what I’m feeling. Jealousy. I’m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and accentuates my breasts.I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I’m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she’s succeeding. With sunglasses on, I turn toward a familiar high-pitched giggle as I burn holes into her skin with my eyes. Aimee is talking with Dominique, her hands all over his body and he seems to be enjoying it.“You know you’re torturing yourself, right?” A deep voice says beside me as I whip my head around, locking eyes with a pair of brown eyes that belong to Lorenzo.He’s sitting on the sun lounger next to mine as he pushes his sunglasses into his h
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His Games, Her Rules Sixty Six
DOMINIQUEI can’t sleep. I can’t fucking focus either. Robyn sleeps in my arms, snoring gently as I watch her. God, she’s beautiful.And as feisty and hotheaded as she is, right now as she sleeps in my arms with her arm around me and her thigh between my legs, she looks peaceful and calm.So perfect and beautiful.Fuck my life.I groan silently as I avert my gaze to the ceiling. Robyn whimpers in her sleep as she snuggles closer into me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. We’re both naked, with the duvet shielding our nakedness. I’m slowly getting hard and it’s even harder to focus with Robyn naked and in bed with me and with dirty thoughts rampaging through my brain.I have to get out of here before I fuck her awake.I can’t help but think about what transpired between us a few hours ago. It’s all I can think about as I watch her sleep. Her cries, her moans, her warmth, and how fucking good she felt when I was inside her.God, what’s she doing to me?I slip out of bed without wak
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Five
“You know there’s no going back after this, right?” He asks, his feral desires glinting in his blue eyes as he stares at me.“Yes,”“Hmm,” a guttural sound escapes his throat as he steps between my legs, with my feet planted on the edge of the counter.“Mine.” Dominique groans, his palm cupping my right breast as he fondles it. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his breath fanning my ear as I melt into his touch.“Yours. Every part of me.”He grunts, his knuckles grazing my firm nipple as he takes my breast in his hand, kneading it. “Tell me what you want, babe.”My breasts are heavy with need, aching for his touch. Dominique fondles my breast as he twists my nipple in between his forefinger and thumb.“Tell me what you want.” He groans against my lips, as he brushes his lips with mine.I wrap my arms around his waist, sliding my hands upward as I run my fingers up his toned torso. His skin is hot, mirroring my hot skin. I pull him close, as I slowly slide my palm down, past his outl
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Four
I lead Dominique toward the kitchen the minute we step inside the living room of our hotel suite. I gently push him onto the barstool by the kitchen counter as he sits down. I look through the fridge as I pull out a packet of ice. I stand in front of him, making sure we are not too close and I hold his arm and place it on the counter. Dominique watches me intently as I place the pack of ice on his slightly bruised knuckle. He’s tense. The kitchen is quiet and the only sound I can hear is the sound of our breathing. I shift my gaze from the ice pack on his hand as I fix my gaze on Dominique who’s still staring at me. He exhales and licks his bottom lip. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. Lorenzo’s got that coming for a while.” I flash him a small smile, a small reassurance. “It’s okay. I think it was hot.” Dominique raises his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Huh.” “Although you didn’t have to. I can handle myself. And Lorenzo is not a threat to you.” “I
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Three
“Dom, you got a minute?” A familiar voice says as we pull apart. Dominique and I turn toward the source of the voice to find Oliver standing in front of us, his hands in his pockets with a serious look on his face. He turns toward me, flashing me a small smile. “Hey, Robyn. You look good.” I give him a small smile. “Thank you, Oliver.” “Can we talk? It’s important.” Oliver says to Dominique. Dominique exhales as he looks at me. I give him a small nod and a tilt of my head toward Oliver, signaling to him that I can handle myself. Dominique leans down to peck my cheeks and every functioning cell in my brain explodes. “Don’t miss me too much, yeah?” He says as he pulls back to look at me, a small smirk playing on his beautiful, full lips. I blush, hating every cell in my body for reacting that way to a peck. “Yeah.” Dominique turns towards Oliver as I watch them walk toward a corner and disappear through the main entrance to the rooftop. I wonder what’s got Oliver all
His Games, Her Rules Sixty Two
“Robyn Denver. The one and only,” A tall man, dressed in a fine, two-piece suit takes my hand in his as he brings my hand to his lips and plants a kiss on the back of my palm. “I have heard so much about you.” “Oh, really?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I sneak a peak at Dominique by my side, his arm around my waist to keep me by his side. “William Gray. Dominique’s father.” The man says as he lets go of my hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” I tell him. “It’s nice to meet you too. I have heard so much about you, and you, my dear, are very exquisite.” I smile, as I briefly glance at the Cuban woman by his side. She looks to be in her mid or late thirties. Probably his wife, with the way she’s holding onto him. “You don’t look bad yourself, William.” And that’s true. Good looks run in their family, I guess. For a man who has three grown-up children, he’s very fit and good-looking. “Ah, don’t flatter an old man.” William chuckles as he smiles at me. “Meet my wife Maria.”
His Games, Her Rules Sixty One
You know that feeling when you feel like you don’t have control, where everything is beyond your grasp, and no matter how much you hate losing control, everything just feels right? Like it’s okay to just let go and lose control if that means losing it to the one man who makes your heart beat.That’s how I feel whenever I’m around Dominique Gray. And there are times he’s not in the same room as me, but he’s all I could think about. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what to do with this new feeling and fuck it if it’s not overwhelming.I know I shouldn’t let anyone so close to me, because I’m running away from my past that’s threatening to consume my new life, but Dominique Gray doesn’t need permission. He holds the keys to my heart, and the right buttons to press to have my heart slamming hard against my chest.I may have dated a few guys and even though the relationships were casual and not romantic, I have never felt this way with anyone before. The adrenaline rush,
His Games, Her Rules Sixty
DOMINIQUE “Lay back, spread those pretty legs of yours, and touch yourself,” I command her, and just like that, her breath hitches in her throat.As much as Robyn likes to be in control in and out of the bedroom, she also likes to be controlled in bed, to be dominated. I’ve seen that side of her, and to my surprise, she hasn’t been trying to hide it from me. This kinky side of her that loves to surrender and submit her body to a man she thinks is worthy enough provokes the Alpha male in me. The memory of the night I dared her to touch herself in that restaurant is still fresh in my mind and I don’t want to forget. The night in that restaurant, Robyn had opened the door to a side of her and she had given me a glimpse of what sexually aroused her and what got her on the edge. She likes it dirty.She likes challenges, she enjoys being given commands in bed, and she’s a very obedient sub when she wants to be. And right now, lying on the bed directly opposite me, I can see the fire in her
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Nine
“Dom,” I manage to find my voice.He’s too close. Too fucking close and with the way he’s oozing off sex appeal, I don’t think I have any self-control left in me.His hand is wrapped around my neck, and he’s careful not to press down on my throat.“Yes, babe,” he whispers against my lips, his lips gently brushing against mine.What are we doing?One minute ago he was helping me bring down coffee powder and sugar from the top cabinet, and now he’s pressing me against the sink with his body pressed against mine.And why does this feel so good and so right?I hate to think our body fits perfectly against each other like they’re made for each other. He’s swept me off my feet and this new feeling is overwhelming, overpowering, yet so wrong, but right.“There you are,” a familiar voice says, breaking us from this little spell we found ourselves. Dominique clears his throat as he shifts back as we turn toward the source of the voice.Oliver is standing in the kitchen, a knowing smirk on his
His Games, Her Rules Fifty Eight
My head hurts. My eyelids are heavy and my entire body aches. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, groaning when a ray of sunlight attacks my eyelids. Shit. Why’s it so bright? I push the comforter off my body as I fling my legs off the bed. I rub my eyelids with both palms as I glance around the familiar bedroom. “God, why the fuck does my head hurt?” I mutter to myself. And why the hell does my voice sound so hoarse? My head is foggy and memories of last night are a blur. I remember going to a club with Camilla and her bridesmaids. I remember having a chat with Aimee for being a complete bitch like always and stepping outside for air only to get a call. Shit. That call really did happen, huh? I thought it was a bad dream. I thought I was going to wake up this morning and everything will be fine. But, no. She really did call me. I may not have let her finish her sentence, but her tone and the greeting had an underlying message to it. They’ve found me and my perfectly crafted wal
