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His Games, Her Rules Thirty Four
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 th
His Games, Her Rules Thirty Five
Dominique pushes me up against the wall as our lips attack each other. I moan into his mouth, slipping my tongue down his throat and he growls. The sound is like music to my ears, sending a vibration to the sensitive flesh in between my legs.I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how we got here but all I could remember was telling Dominique to take me to a quiet place so that we could give each other the one thing we both wanted and everything else was a blur.We’re in a barely lit hallway with the event still going on. We could get caught. Someone might accidentally walk in on us and the thought alone excites me. I’ve never been this careless before with a stranger. I may have had a few one-night stands, but I’ve never had sex with a stranger in a hallway during a charity event with the probability of getting caught being ninety percent. And Dominique is no stranger.And the thought of my body flushed against Dominique’s as we kissed passionately and desperately in this quiet ha
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DOMINIQUEShe tastes better than I imagined, warm, slick, and throbbing with need. I run my tongue on her tight pussy, tasting her sweet juices as I lick her. I envelop my mouth over her entrance as I suck. Her feet buckle, threatening to give up on her as she clamps her mouth shut with her right hand. Her other hand finds its way into my hair, fisting my strands as she fucks my mouth.Fuck, her tears of pleasure are like music to my ears, drawing different kinds of pull and strain from my dick as it rubs against the material of my pants.“Oh, my god. Fuck. Please, don’t stop.” She begs, just like I wanted her to as she looks down at me.I flick my tongue continuously on her throbbing clit and I suck. I might like to fuck different women but I don’t always go down on them. Actually, I like to be pleasured instead of the one giving the pleasure. It sounds selfish, but the women I fuck are down with whatever I want. I call the shots and they obey. The few occasions that I’ve gone down o
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DOMINIQUERobyn smiles as she pulls my head down to kiss me. As I respond to her kiss, I slowly walk forward and she walks backward and I press her against the opposite wall. “I don’t have a condom,” I say, pulling away from her to look into her eyes.“What?”“You don’t expect me to be carrying condoms around, do you? Especially a day like today.”“Well, no.” She rolls her eyes.“I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about.”“Oh, yeah?”“Yeah. Are you?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she scoffs.“If you care to know, I don’t always hook up with men in dimly lit hallways.”I smile at her and nod. I’m not dumb. With the way she was moaning and crying when I had my tongue on her clit, I’m pretty sure no one’s been down there in a while and I’m about to confirm it. “Are you on any birth control pills?”“No. I can get an emergency pill tomorrow.”“Okay.”“So are we gonna fuck now or we are still conversing?” She asks, raising a brow at me as she smirks.I lean down to claim her lips agai
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“Are you gonna explain to me why we’re in your car smoking weed at around 8 pm or we’re still gonna sit back and enjoy the smell of weed?” I ask, passing the joint to Monique who takes it and puts it in her mouth, taking long drags as she throws her head back and purrs the smoke through her nose and mouth.I don’t smoke, nor does Monique but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle a few smoke down my lungs. I’ve had a taste of weed and cigarettes in the past but I didn’t make a habit of it. Since Monique and I became friends, I’ve only seen her smoke thrice and during those times, she always made me smoke with her because she needed someone. Monique stress-smokes sometimes and right now as we sit in the front seat of her car with SZA blasting from her stereo in a low volume, I have a feeling something has happened.Is it home? Monique barely talks about her family. The only thing I know about her family is that they live in New Jersey. Her dad’s not in the picture. He got his best friend’s 2
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Club Rogue is particularly packed tonight. It’s Saturday and we’re not the only ones who want to get down and dirty tonight. Monique is looking explicitly beautiful tonight. She’s wearing a simple purple dress with a halter neck that drops at her mid-thigh, just past her butt, paired with knee-length white boots. Her curly hair is perfectly styled to look fuller and her ears are adorned with silver hoop earrings and a silver heart necklace.I, on the other hand, am wearing a black, short leather skirt, and a zebra stripe tube top, paired with white knee-length boots. I didn’t bother with earrings tonight, but my neck is covered in a single customized necklace that says Robyn. I was willing to leave the house wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt, but Monique and Tiwa pushed me back into my room and made me wear this. Tiwa looks beautiful as well, dressed in a strapless, denim short dress and four-inch white heels with straps that are perfectly tied around her legs. She’s changed her hairs
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My heart beats against my chest rapidly at the sight before me. It’s him. Dominique fucking Gray in the flesh. I haven’t seen this man in a month and God knows I didn’t prepare to meet him today so I don’t know how I’m supposed to react. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous just like every other day that I’ve known him and he smells really good.And just like that the memory of that night comes flooding through my brain like a loose cannon and there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.How badly am I attracted to him? Too bad, if I may say.His arms are around my waist, right on the curve of my back as he looks into my eyes. I’m too awed by his presence to form any speech. Leo says he’s left, then what’s he doing here? Looking so fucking attractive. His presence alone is sucking the oxygen out of me and I can’t seem to breathe. Suddenly, I stagger backward, “What the fuck, Dominique?”“Can we talk?”“Talk?” I chuckle tiredly, as I lick my bottom lip. “Why do we need to talk?” I say
His Games, Her Rules Forty One
You know that moment in your life when you wished you’d quit your job and do something else with your life? Well, this is that moment for me.As I park my car, I wish this is a bad dream and maybe I’ll wake up sooner than later, but it’s not a dream. This is really happening. I’m in Dominique Gray’s house and I’m here to administer him treatment.Monday has never been my day. Mondays are one of the worst days in the week and I despise Mondays. I was doing my work today, attending to patients assigned to me when I got a call that the president of St. José wanted to see me. On getting there, I was told Dominique Gray, the hospital’s stockholder and “New York’s finest” was ill and needed treatment in his home and he “specifically” wanted me to come over and administer his treatment.He could have gotten anyone, a registered nurse, a doctor, anyone at all, but yet he wanted me to be the one. I wanted to argue and tell my superior I couldn't do it, but I didn't because I knew it wouldn't he
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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
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“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
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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
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“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
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“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
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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
