The games we play

10

Carly was standing in her kitchen wearing her knee length white satin robe, and nothing else. She looked at the clock 10:45pm and her stomach growled at her. The last thing she had eaten was lunch. Rosie's grilled chicken was already heating in the microwave. The salad that she had prepared with it was sitting in a bowl in the fridge and Carly had never been so thankful in her life. Opening the oven she found the rosmary-potatoes and scooped some out onto a plate, intending to put them into the microwave as soon as the chicken was done. She was staring at the timer of the microwave willing the seconds to go by faster when she heard Dexter clear his throat behind her. She didn't dare move. He told her right before he fell asleep not to let him wake up alone, but after three very intense s*x sessions she knew she would pass out if she didn't get food in her stomach ASAP. He's behind her but doesn't make a sound, she can feel him there, the sun burning her anew. With her eyes squeezed shut she let's out very quickly, "Ineedtoeat." He grunts behind her letting her know that that's not what he wanted. "Dex, I saw literal black spots the last time I ... you know. I'll pass out if I don't eat." He touches her shoulder with his finger slowly going down her arm and tracing a slow line to her hand slipping his hand in hers. She almost crumbles under just that small contact from him. Just his finger touching her skin feels sensual and sinful. Trying to put some distance between them she swirls around facing him. Her hand dropping out of his to her side. His eyes are fixed on her empty hand and there's a slight frown in his face. "You must be hungry, too! Let's have some food before we go back to sleep?" It was meant as a statement but came out as a question. He gave her a devilish smile and took her hand back in his gently, "My sweet, tight little butterfly, whatever had you thinking that we're going to sleep tonight?" She blushed at his nickname and wondered how he could have this much stamina? Her last boyfriend could get it up once a night, once! Her eyes went wide, she was already sore. Still horny but she needed to eat and sleep. He pulled her closer and before she knew what was going on he plunged a finger inside her making her gasp, "So wet for me already.." She had to cut him off, she needed food no matter how horny and ready she was for him to send her into euphoria again. "I NEED to eat, Dex, I'm serious." He slowly removed her fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean with his eyes closed. When his fiery eyes open he c***s his head to the side, "Why didn't you just wake me? I told you I wanted to wake up with you in my arms?" Something swirls between her legs a hot pool growing because of those small, seemingly meanless words. "Uhm, oh yeah, sorry I forgot you said that!" She lied. He gives her a no bullshit look ," Don't do it again." She gulps and feels that he's serious. She nods and puts her hand to her forhead saluting "Sir, yes sir!" He gives her smile so wide making the lines all over his face crinkle and his sparkle, "Now that's some role play I'd gladly get into with you The!" The microwave beeps and she's thankful. Giving him a peck on the lips she says, "Come on let's eat!" He silently lets her hand go and takes a seat at the dining room table, watching her every move and making her feel nervous all of a sudden. She dishes up the chicken, salad and potatoes and carries the plates over to him. 'Wine?" She asks unsure, remembering his reaction when she asked if he wanted tea earlier. "Red." He says rather shortly. Her wine cooler sits next to the spiral staircase and as she makes her way to it she hears a distant buzzing, she hadn't checked her phone in a while, running toward the doorway where she'd left it she cringes when she looks as who is calling. Hugo. She spins around and sees Dexter staring at her, as always, curiously. Making a slight shhh sound she picks up the phone, "Hellooo." She can hear Hugo sighing out. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Carly had to hold the phone away from her ear because of how loud it was. Taken aback she doesn't quite know what to say. "Uhm, Hugo.. " He cut her off ,"I've been calling you for two hours straight, worried sick and all you can come up with is 'Helllooo'?" Carly feels irritated with his tone he wasn't her boyfriend or her partner, where was this coming from? "Hugo, for fucksakes calm down, don't talk to me like that! I was on a date and I didn't check my phone, is everything OK? Did something happen?" Suddenly starting to panick, what if something had happened to one of her brothers or nieces or friends and she had been in some kind of s*x bubble not even able to think of anything else. Sneaking a peek at Dexter she sees him tapping his fingers on the table and looking at his empty glass. Walking toward the wine cooler again she hears Hugo clear his throat, probably to calm himself down. "Right, right, I was just worried, usually before a big case you're in zone and sleeping, not on a uhm ... date, I genuinely thought something had happened to you. That's all." Her eyes snapped open wide, the Malone case was tomorrow and she'd almost forgotten all about it. Hugo had always called her the night before she had a court case to wish her luck and talk her down, as she was usually a nervous reck. It was their little tradition, Hugo knew how much she hated going to court. She tried to settle all of her cases before it got to that. She knew he meant well, this has been their thing ever since she became a lawyer. Trying to steady her voice she breathes out. "Sorry, I was just taken aback by the yelling." She hears him sigh, " I was just about to get in my car and come over there to check on you... but yeah, so Uhm are you ready for tomorrow?" Carly furrowed her brows automatically, "No. I don't know how it's going to go. I mean I only have one ace up my sleeve and it's a big maybe, at best. Nothing sure fire." Hugo giggles and she can hear him relax. "Well, Carly babe knowing you it'll be the only ace that's needed. Don't worry about it, you've won her the label already, that should be prize enough, I think." Carly feels her blood rising. The Malones were 'happily' married for eight years , Fred Malone a business man and owner of a record label was arrested in a 'Gentlemen's club' with girls presumed to be s*x-trafficed with a considerable amount of drugs on him, his wife ofcourse wanted a divorce. Fred had not treated her well, she had video proof of his abuse and she had taken the chance to leave him while he was in custody. Mary Malone came from money and didn't need a cent but Carly wanted to take Fred Malone down after seeing the evidence that Mary provided. He was a pig, a horrid man that deserved to sit behind bars for the rest of his sorry life. She wanted him to go to jail for the crimes he had committed. For violating his wife and tying her to their bed for days without food or water. Mary was now a traumatized soul and would never recover, Carly was sure. The only problem was that Fred Malone was a very powerful man that had his finger in every possible pie. He had cops, judges and jury members in his pocket, the trail was not really going their way and she wanted to protect the last of Mary's dignity by not showing the footage in court, but it looked like this was the only option she had left. Proof that was brutal and could not be denied. She sighed, "Hugo, you just don't know the details, it's way more than just a divorce settlement." He coughed a little ,"Ok babe. Just be careful, that man is the Devil. I'll come by after with a coffee and a donut, as usual?" She peeked at Dexter while putting the wine she had chosen on the table she suddenly got a strange feeling, she knew he wouldn't like this one bit. She had to mentally shake herself, what did it matter? This was a one time thing. A get the hot billionaire out of your system thing, she'd done it and now she was sure he'd lose interest, too. After all it was always the chase that motivated men like him, he'd had her in many ways tonight, no more challenge. "Yes, of course but you'll have to come by the office as I left early today I'll have a ton to finish up tomorrow night." Hugo made a noise, "Yeah, office. Gotya. Then you can tell your all about this hot date! Who's the lucky bugger?" Carly knew the question would come but she also knew that this would most definitely not sit right with Hugo. "Thank you! Pfft a girl never kisses and tells!" She says just before taking her seat across from Dexter. His eyes burning holes in hers. His expression almost sad. "Oh I'll get it out of you! See you tomorrow, go kick some ass!" And without letting her say goodbye she hers a beep and he's gone. Dexter is up and out of his chair in a flash he stands beside her holding her chin and bending down, planting a kiss on her lips. He lets it draw out and to Carly it feels sensual filled with emotion even. When he finally pulls away his voice is filled with the same emotion, "Keeping me your dirty little secret?" Caught off guard by the hurt in his eyes her voice comes out shaky, "It's Hugo... he'd be - " He cut her off ,"He'll find out eventually my little butterfly, that you're mine... why not just rip off the band-aid now?" Carly crinkels her nose. She wasn't going to tell Hugo about this hook-up. Ever. Ever. That would break him, she knew it. "He doesn't have to know who I hook up with. It will cause unnecessary friction between the two of you, too." Dexter steps back, anger clear on his face, her breath hitches in the back of her throat because of his sudden movement. "Don't ever call me a hook-up again!" Her eyes are big and she doesn't know what to say, she's almost bewildered by his reaction, he holds her stare and she almost doesn't manage to get the words out, "uhmm, o-oky, what would you call it then? Any specific terminology you'd like me to use?" The last part of her sentence very sarcastic. He straightens his back and looks to the ceiling. Looking every bit the Greek God that the tabloids dubbed him in the past. When he looks at her again his anger is gone and the look he gave her the whole night, the one filled with longing and passion was there again ... his words making her wet, again. "My little butterfly, I told you if I bed you, you're mine. Remember?" She blinks at his words not quite getting what he's saying. "Yeah, and you've made me yours about ... what six times tonight, but still-" She was about to say , but still why does Hugo have to know but he cut her off ,"Eight times, eight." Making her blush. No wonder she was sore and famished. An akward silnce fell until he opened the wine and she found her words again, "I was going to say I don't know why Hugo should know that we've slept together." Dexter sighs, "Hugo knows you're out of reach, whatever he did years ago made him lose you. He knows he'll never have you. And now you're mine." Carly stiffens at the mention of Hugo and his actions and still she doesn't understand this 'mine' business. "What does that mean even? He gave her a smile so sly that she almost feels uncomfortable, "Ah, now, now you want to talk about it?" He shakes his head and opens the wine pouring them both a glass, and she takes a huge sip. "I TRIED to talk to you about it in the car and right there at the front door, I even gave you one more chance just before I buried myself in your pretty little tight p***y, but you were so greedy you couldn't even wait to hear my terms. It's done now. " Carly blinked and blinked, "Huh?" She couldn't follow this, does he think their in a relationship now? He gave her a smile, "Most women would do anything to be you right now ,you know." Her face is red and she's mad. No she's pissed. What kind of game is he playing here? "Look, whatever you think it means I think I should make it clear to you right now that this ," pointing to him and then to her, "was a one time thing we're not going to have a repeat of." Dexter swallows his food and takes a sip of wine then looks at her with the same look in his eyes. "Eight time thing, that's about to turn into a ten time thing. It's important to remember that fact when we tell our story later on."

"Our story? What story?" He doesn't say a word and holds her stare.

"Wait, wait wait, do-do you think we're TOGEHTER now?"

"You're mine. I asked you if you're sure and you said just take me. So I took you, you belong to me now."

"I'm not some thing that belongs to you or anyone! And we are not together!"

Dexter gave her a look. "I never said that we're together. I said you are mine, my little butterfly. Now eat up. The taste of you just now got my juices flowing."

"Dexter, what are you talking about? We hooked up, had a marvelous time and when we wake up in the morning we'll go our separate ways."

"Call me a hook-up one more time!" His eyes bewilred with anger and his fists clenched. "I asked you three times , I said that I wanted you to understand what it meant. I don't just f**k around my butterfly. When I choose someone to be with it means something. Now, eat before your food gets cold." Getting up he says seductively over his shoulder, "I'll be in the shower if you want to bump that marvelous number up to ten." And then he's gone leaving her mouth agape and confused as f**k. She ate a fast as she could chew and drank the whole glass in one gulp then one more just for good measure and to help her face the delusional man in her shower, then made her way to the bathroom, ready to hash this out with him. Had he lost his mind? BELONG TO HIM? His words running through her head she stomped into the bathroom where the shower was running and he stood like Adonis, broad shoulders and perky butt, claves to die for, the muscles in his arms flexing as he shampoos his hair. He really is close to perfect, if only he wasn't crazy as f**k. Taking a deep breath she does all she can to gather enough strength to not touch him and have her ninth and tenth o****m as he had promised. "Listen, I don't know what game this is Dex, but No. I'm not in on it. You can't just decide that we're together! I think it's best you leave. I don't want there to be any confusion. I acted in the spot of the moment and a little attraction but I thought we were on the same page, I'm sorry but even when that was the best s*x I've ever had , hands down. It still doesn't mean anything." Dexter turns slowly, it doesn't matter what you say now, my little butterfly, you are mine, you asked me to make you mine and now, now you are. "