The games we play

9

Holding her clutch firmly in both her hands she sits in the back of Dexter's limo, still feeling heated from their encounter. The evening had definitely started off with more intensity than she had wanted. One thing was sure, she was beyond her own understanding, deathly attracted to him. There was no rhyme or reason to it. No matter what she knew about him or about the terrible things she knew he had done, when he pushed her against the door and kissed her she only wanted more. If he had ripped her clothes from her body and taken her right there against the door she wouldn't of said a damn word to stop him. She tries to think, why, why does he have this effect on her? She also wonders why she was so eager to push his limits when she knew no man or woman got away from his wrath when they did. She realised in shock that it must be because she wanted him to cross a line, the line. His words lingered in the back of her head, 'Don't you see you already belong to me?' She shivers at her realization, she wanted him to show her what it's like when he makes a woman his. Which begs the question, did she infact want to be his? Forcing herself to look out the tinted limo windows she sighs and decides to break the akward silence. Dexter is sitting on one of the side seats, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting loosely in his lap. To her surprise he was watching her, again. Usually she would feel the heat of his stare on her but she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't take notice of him at all. "You were about to say something, please don't shy away, now?" Carly's cheeks go bright red, she hates being under his constant spotlight, it's so intense, it does want to make her hide, shy away. Mustering some courage she says what was on her mind earlier. "I'm not afraid of you." Dexter's face drops, his mocking expression replaced with a sad one, his voice comes out sincere and she can tell that he is being honest, "I know my little butterfly, that's the problem. You should be afraid, very much so, that's wh..." He gets cut off by the driver who has halted and says through a window thats is slowly rolling down and was separating the front from the back ,"We've arrived Mr. Moore," Dexter's frowns and angrily spouts, "And? since when do you announce arrivals?" Carly cringes at the way he speaks to the driver, as if a switch had gone off in his head, and only a crude man remains. The driver clears his throat and she can see that he is taken off guard as well. "Yes, sir but,uhm, the situation at the front door?" They were so engulfed in their conversation, in each other that they hadn't noticed the massive crowd of photographers and some reporters that were gathered at the entrance of the restaurant. Carly's eyes grow wide, she couldn't be seen on every tabloid and newspaper cover with him. Dexter notices her reaction and swears, a string of words leave his mouth. "Right, keep driving, we won't be dining here tonight." He's on his phone and practically roaring into it, swearing at the manager who has leaked the information that he'd made a reservation. The limo still doesn't move and she realizes that Dexter hadn't told him where to go, feeling panicked she gets up and moves swiftly to the front, kneeling on the seat she bends towards him and sees that he had the same panicked look in his eyes. "Just drive back to where you just picked us up." She says, "Oh and thank you for not letting us get out of the car and walk into that mess." He seems unsure and looks into the rear view mirror as if waiting for Dexter to give him a sign but Dexter's still screaming, face red, eyes focused on the carpet beneath his feet. "Well, go on, I wouldn't want to be on the other end of his anger when he's done on the phone and you still haven't moved!" Taking another look at his boss in the mirror he nods in agreement and pulls away. Carly is thankful, the last thing she needed was to be pictured with Dexter as his new floozy. The car goes quiet an she freezes, still in the position she was in talking to driver. Kneeling on the seat slightly bend over feet dangling from the seat, she doesn't need to wonder where Dexter is she can feel him beside her. The tinted window separating them from the driver slowly starts rolling up and her heart starts beating wildly in her chest. She shivers noticeably when she feels his touch on her bare back, with one finger he traces a slow line from her shoulder down the middle of her back and stops right on the seem of the one piece, where her ass is. Moving up again he repeats his action and then suddenly, and to her disappoint he jerks his hand away, his mouth comes close to her ear as he whispers, " Don't ever bend infront of me dressed like that again, unless you want me to f**k you raw." Her eyes grow wide at his harsh and threatening words. There was nothing soft and sensual about the way he spoke. He meant it as a threat she realised, disappointment fills her as she knows that he's still just playing games with her. She hears and feels him move away and then she slowly moves back to her seat, trying to compose herself, trying with all her might to talk her p***y into going dry instead of forming a pool between her legs, but his words still rang in her ears and that didn't help the wetness go anywhere. She makes an impulsive decision, maybe if she let him have his way with her, let him do the things he's been 'threatening' to do she would get him out of her system, maybe it's the same sensation that all players have, to chase a girl until she gives in and then be completely bored and turned off once they finally get her. That must be what's she's feeling now, she'll go back to being grossed out with him. Be bored and turned off once the s*x sucks and maybe he has a small member. Taking a deep breath she looks out the window, aware of his burning gaze on her once more and tries to steady her voice as she suddenly lets the words out, "Dex, I do hope you are a man of your word," she gets up slowly never breaking eye contact, when she reaches him she turns around backside to him and gently sits on his lap, he spreads his legs slightly as she positions herself on his d**k while she bends down, she starts swirling her hips and moving her hands up and down his legs. She feels his hands linger in the air above her bare back and hears him swear under his breath, most importantly she feels his d**k swelling between her legs, only a few thin layers of material between them. She pushes down on him harder still, but his hands still linger in the air, she waits for him to do something, follow through on his promise that sounded like a threat. After another few moments of nothing happening she gets up and turns so she's straddling him. His hands are fists at his sides and he's tense, she dips her head so she's inches from him, "So the big bad Dexter Moore isn't as bad as they say." He clenches his jaw and grabs her, moving her off his lap and next to him. He blows out air making a huffing sound, as if he's just run a marathon and takes her chin in his hands tenderly. "Once we do this, there is no going back Carly, that's one thing I want you to know." She almost rolls her eyes at him. There was no need in being so dramatic about having s*x. He's done it with more than a hundred girls she's sure. She feels hurt, that he doesn't want be intimate with her, disappointed that he'd riled her up for no reason. She battles to keep her face straight but gets up and goes back to her seat. She needed to get out of this car, being so close to him was hard, the wetness between her legs keeps growing and she wishes with all her might that it wasn't him her body was craving, but she needed him to put out the fire in her. She sighs loudly, on purpose and looks out the window, trying her best to sound hurt and fragile she finds a spot on the carpet and stares at it, hoping that she's selling it. Her voice is small, "I guess, I just don't understand, is there...I-I-mean I thought you wanted me..." She let's her voice trail off and moves her eyes from the carpet out to the window, "You know what never mind forget I said anything. She see's her building and the limo comes to a stop. Clutch in hand she's out the door before he can react. The summer air is warm and sweet and suddenly she needs a glass of wine. She walks up to the driver and taps on his window, "Thank you, again!" She says when he sticks his head out the window. She waits for Dexter to get out but there's no movement and she can't see inside the limo with the tinted windows, she taps on the side she sat,"I'm going up." She decides to move quickly, disappointed that he doesn't come up with her, that he rejected her advances. The elevator doors close but the limo is still parked, no Dexter in sight. When she's alone she breathes out heavily and leans on the mirror and closes her eyes. The elevator door stops on the 3rd floor and she goans inwardly. The couple that she's seen but never spoken to the lives in one of the two apartments on the 3rd floor, get in. "Going up to the 7th I'm afraid she says as the doors close. "That's OK." The woman says and sticks out her hand,"Megan and this is Josh," he gives her a shy smile and she immediately feels subconscious because of what's she's wearing. "I was wondering when I'd meet the neighbors that live up there," Megan says and gives her a wink. It's the one with the hot tub right? " Carly nods and smiles, "Yes, a bit bougie I know," There's an awkward moment of silence but the elevator opens and Carly says goodbye, Megan says very nonchalantly, "We like hot tub parties, you know!" Carly can't help but smile,"Well then we'll have to get on that now don't we!" Megan gives little laugh as Josh's cheeks go red. The door closes and she can hear him giving her an ear full. She pushes through the door that she forgot to lock again and is starteld to find Dexter standing on the steps leading to the living room, red rose in hand and breathing heavily, little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. He's by her side before she can even close the door properly. He gives her the rose with a tender look in his eyes. " You left so quickly before, I didn't get to give you this." It's a small gesture but she can tell how much it means to him. "Thank you! How'd you get up here so fast?" She asked taking the rose and making her way to the kitchen, she doesn't get far because he grabs her arm and pulls her to his hard firm chest, "Don't ever walk away from me like that, EVER again." She can tell he's mad but keeping it under control. A shiver she can't control spreads through her and he smiles noticing. "That's right little butterfly, start being afraid of me." She wiggles only slightly out of his grip and tries to take a step back but he keeps her there. His eyes burning her with their itensity, as always. "I just want to put the rose in some water, so it's not dead by tomorrow." He doesn't seem to hear her. "Don't ever say that I don't want you again. Ever." He slightly turns his head sideways, "Fuck.You're the first thing I've wanted in years." She opens her mouth to say ' take me then!' But his finger is on her mouth. "Don't you dare say what I think your beautiful lips are about to say, because before this night is through I will have made you mine in every way imaginable, I just wanted to make sure you understood what it means... to be mine..." The s****l tension is too much and she can't stand him being so dramatic, it's s*x, a hook up was he like this with every girl? She take a breath, "Dexter, for fucksake, just f**k me already, you're making way more of this then there needs to be!" His eyes flash with desire and suddenly she's in his arms,he picks her up bridal style. The look in his eyes almost primal, without a word he walks them over to her bedroom where she's thrown on the bed a little more roughly than she'd like but before she can protest he's taking off her shoes and kissing her feet. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest as the slick between her legs wets the material between her legs. He crawls up to her, and straddles her, squeezing her breasts as he places his hands on them. Before she has a chance to enjoy it he slips the halter neck from behind her neck over her head and slides it down over her breasts below her stomach his fingers trace over her arms, breasts and stomach slowly and she bucks her hips toward him a slow smile spreads across his face, "So eager my little butterfly!" In a swift move he pulls the bottom part of the one suit off her, since she wasn't wearing any underwear she was now bare,he makes a pained noise,"f**k!" She waits for him to do something, say something, anything. All he does is stare with his burning eyes right at her s*x, and she knows what it must look like, she's been wet practically since the second she saw him. "Dex?" His eyes trail up slowly over her body and land on her eyes. "You really want this." It's not a question but a statement and she's confused by it. Her breathing quickens and for a second she thinks his going to get up and leave, that this has all been a game a way make her small, she panicks when he gets up and stands next to her bed, staring into her eyes. She doesn't want him to leave, she tries to save the situation, "I want this, now are you going to undress yourself or should I?" A small smile creeps up on his face, and he hurriedly removes his dress shirt followed by his shoes, slacks and underwear. She doesn't get enough time to admire his muscular shoulders, his perfect six pack, his very sculpted butt , and most importantly his erect member because he's on the bed in a flash kissing her with more passion than before, her breath hitches because she didn't reckon with him being on her so fast. She can't take even a second of more of foreplay, pulling away from his kiss she whispers in his ear, "I want to feel you inside of me," he's kissing her neck and freezes when she adds, "I need to feel you inside me...now." Her voice needy and sensual. Dexter groans against her neck, but doesn't move and she doesn't understand his restraint, he wanted it as much as she did, if she took his erection as proof. Resting his forearms next to her head he positions himself at her entrance and she can feel the tip of his erect d**k resting there, driving her crazy. "Dex, please, please just f**k me." He lingers still ,"There's no turning back now, you know that?" She almost rolls her eyes at him, what does he think she a virginity, why is making a big deal of this? All she gets out is, "Please..." and with that he plunges deep inside her making her groan from his painful thrust. She expects him to be rough, go fast, but he's tender and waits for her to adjust, "You're so tight and wet," his words sound like a man that's being tortured and she loves it. Slowly he buries himself deeper in her until she's stretched impossibly tight all the while his eyes never leaving hers. His lips reach hers as they find a rhythm and it doesn't take long for her reach her o****m, bucking her hips wildly against him, " That's right my little butterfly, come on my c**k, come for me!" His words push her over the edge, she throughs her head back and let's out a little scream that she couldn't possibly repress, she wasn't very vocal in bed and hardly ever made much noise but her o****m took hold of her body. She didn't come down as quickly as usual, her o****m seemed to last. Riding out the last of her high Dexter smiles from above her, " That was the most beautiful thing I think I've seen." She smiles at him and says in the most sexy voice she can manage, "Now you come for me." He doesn't answer her but starts plunging into her a tad rougher than before until suddenly he stops and starts moving slowly, she can feel every inch of him moving inside her pressing to the very tip of her cervix and it's almost unbearable, she starts moving beneath him wanting him to go faster again but he presses his weight down on her, "No, I want to feel you like this for as long as possible", he says. She nods slightly and can feel her second o****m creep up on her, when she's close she says, "Come with me Dex." She can feel goosebumps breaking out on his skin as his eyes are locked with hers. Her starts picking up the pace going fast and rough, in a kiss he bites her lip and draws a little blood, making her wince, slightly. His lips are on her mouth soothing her again, she can't hold it back any longer with every thrust her body tingles with enjoyment. His tongue is dancing in her mouth as she reaches her high and her p***y clenches tightly around his d**k. She hears him groan and feels his body go rigid as he emptys his seed into her. Her second o****m lasts just as long as the first one making her let out one more low scream. Still inside of her he drops his head on her chest and she can feel his uneven breathing against her breast making her n****e hard. After laying like that for a while he slowly roles to the side and takes her into his arms. Pressing her back impossibly close to his chest. His fingers are on her p***y suddenly and she doesn't know if she can go again. They explore every inch of her and it's enough to start the heat in her again. "It's perfect he says into her neck, it's the most beautiful p***y I've ever seen, tight,wet,plump and pink, god, I could get lost in it. I can't keep my hands off it." That's the hottest thing she's ever heard and she almost says : Don't you dare stop, but the words don't come and he does stop. He rests his arm on her thigh. "I'll give you time to rest." She's equally glad and disappointed, she wanted to know if he could infact make her come again. She's never had two orgasms within minutes of each other and she was eager to see if he could push that number up to three. He nestles his head in the crook of her neck and presses his chest against her even more,"You're mine," Her heart starts beating fast and the old familiar feeling of fear starts creeping in. He sucks her earlobe and continues, "Rest up now, I can't wait to taste that perfect p***y of yours." Yup. That was all it took want him again. She fell asleep shortly after, in his arms while he was stroking her body everywhere and telling her how beautiful she was. She's never felt so content and so satisfied as she drifted off.