Beautiful Dreamer

Chapter 9

Zachariah was a grade A asshole. He made me so mad. I tried my hardest at the game and still came up just a bit short. He had pinned me and knew exactly what he wanted to get out of this. I was more upset at the way I reacted though. It felt good when he kissed me and I probably let it go on longer than I should. I could still feel the heat from his hand on my thigh and thought of it gave me goosebumps. It was not until he rubbed up against me that I was really aware what I was doing. I would need to be careful around him. Zachariah knew exactly how to manipulate me into doing what he wanted. It did not help that he was also attractive. That arrogant S.O.B. I gritted my teeth thinking how easily he was getting away with things and I was letting him. It was time to start flipping the tables on him. I knew what he wanted too and apparently that was me. I would have to work him over, and the first thing I knew I wanted was the memory he had offered up in our wager.

“That was an awesome game we played,” he said when we got inside.

I shrugged, still slightly upset that I lost.

“You don’t have to sulk. You did an awesome job! You improved so much just in that game.”

I smiled and got really close to him.

“Well maybe we can play again soon and maybe you could give me a few pointers.” I placed my finger in the middle of chest as I let it trail down. He gulped and looked at me inquisitively.

“What are you doing?” Zachariah asked.

“Is this too close for you?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“No! Not at all! Just unexpected.”

“Maybe we could talk somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

Zachariah nodded as he took me by the hand to his room. We sat down on his bed and I put my hand on his bicep, just tracing my fingers up and down his arm. 

“That feels really good,” he said with his eyes closed from the little bit a pleasure my touch was providing him.

I lifted my lips up to his ear, “I can make you feel really good.”

I moved mouth down to his neck slowly kissing downward, until I reached his neck. I gave him a little nibble and he let out a groan. I knew he wanted me and I was starting to see how badly he did. I needed him to want me to the point he would give me anything I wanted. So, I climbed into his lap, my dress riding up a bit as I swung one of my legs on the other side of him. I pressed up against him, nothing but my underwear and his pants keeping things apart. I could tell he liked this because I could immediately feel him harden underneath me. I smiled knowing exactly what I was doing. I kissed the other side of his neck while slowly gyrating in his lap. He moaned as I felt him pulse against me. He lifted my dress up a bit more to grab hold of my butt. Zachariah then began to gently squeeze it. I lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes lit up with excitement having less clothing to separate our bodies from one another. I kissed all the way down to his clavicle and then bit him a little harder. He cried out from the ecstasy of the pain. I pushed him back on the bed still on top of him. I leaned down and brushed my lips against his.

“What do you want?” I asked him while hovering my lips against his.

“I... I want you to kiss me,” he asked sounding like he was almost in pain.

“What about what I want?” I asked breathily, gyrating on his hard p***s. He shuddered in pleasure.

“I will give you literally anything you ask for! Anything to just taste your soft lips again.”

I knew I had him. My trap laid perfectly. He had to give me what I wanted now. I raised my head, stared deeply into his blue eyes and smiled. I placed my finger on his n****e and twirled around it until it was hard. He was looking at me hungrily.

“I want to see your memory. The one you offered up as wager.”

He froze, and studied me for a second.

“Is that what this is all about?” 

He pointed to where our genitals had been rubbing just seconds ago. I could see rage start to boil inside him.

“Analise, I really like you. This is not some game to me!”

“Well you sure could have fooled me. If it was not a game to you why did you ever make it a wager?” I yelled at him.

“That was the only way I knew of to get close to you. I know you do not trust me right now and I just wanted a chance.”

“How is forcing me to kiss supposed to make me trust you?”

“You didn’t have to agree to the terms. You could have backed out.”

“I am trying to learn how to use my powers. You said it would help and you manipulated me into playing with something you knew I would want.” 

I was now pissed. I jumped off of Zachariah’s lap and slammed the door behind me. He was a hypocrite! So, he was the only one who could use tricks around here. It was true I was trying seduce him in order to get the memory but I did not think he would freak out this much. I really did not see what the big deal was. If he was going to try to make me kiss him, why not use that in my favor? Zachariah just did not like to be beat at his own game. I walked into my own bedroom and slammed that door behind me too, that way he could hear it. I laid down in bed and decided to pick my book back up to read it. Maybe reading would calm down the anger I was feeling right now.