The Revenge Game

by Alice Gaines

  But first, he had a little treat in store for her, if she liked that kind of thing. He’d made a detour to the resort gift shop and had liberated a few silk scarves. Long ones. Long enough to tie wrists and ankles to the posts at the corners of their bed.

  She was wearing shorts that snuggled against her butt in a particularly tempting way. They weren’t super tight, allowing movement, but they still showed off her curves. He’d cupped her buttocks with his palms as he drove himself into her, so the mere act of staring at her aroused him. She might not go for the silk, but he’d definitely have sex with her. One last indulgence before he got her to agree the time had come to return to the real world.

  “Why don’t you take a break and come over here?” he said.

  She turned and cocked her head, staring at the lettuce she’d put in front of him. “You haven’t touched that.”

  “I don’t feel like cooking right now.”

  “But dinner…”

  “It can wait for a while,” he said.

  She put down her knife, turned, and rested her backside against the counter. “What on earth could you possibly have in mind?”

  He gave her a grin—that came more easily now, too—and he turned in his chair and patted his knee. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

  She sauntered toward him. “You’re a sex fiend, you know?”

  “I’ve been called worse.”

  She sat on his knee and draped her arms around his shoulders. Being this close to her, he could get lost in the emerald gleam of her eyes. They definitely held a wicked twinkle.

  “I had a really nasty thought as I watched you on the elliptical today,” he said.

  “You were watching me?”

  “You know I can’t take my eyes off you,” he said.

  “That’s nice.” She pressed her lips against his, just long enough to give him a taste of her. “Really nice.”

  With her butt on his thigh, her legs sat near his crotch. Her kisses and the scent of her perfume had already warmed his libido, and his sex thickened and hardened in anticipation of having her yet again. If she’d been a drug, he would have been addicted long before now. This was exactly why he needed some distance. But not quite yet.

  “So, anyway…my wicked thought,” he said.

  She moved her mouth to his ear and blew into it. “Do tell.”

  He shuddered as a bolt of lightning slashed through him. Holy crap, she could turn him on. “A little exotic play, maybe. But only if it excites you.”

  She straightened. “Exotic? How?”

  “Trust. I’m going to prove to you that I trust you completely.” For now, they’d leave aside the question of whether she could trust him.

  She leaned back and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “You’re not going to fall backward and trust me to catch you, are you?”

  “Nothing quite that innocent,” he said. “I’m going to let you tie me up.”

  She hooted. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Only if you want to. It’s your call.”

  She stared into his eyes. “You’re serious.”

  “There’s a bag from the hotel gift shop in the bedroom. It has enough silk scarves to tie me pretty securely to the bed.”

  “I did see that bag.” She bit her lip. “Silk scarves, huh?”

  “You wouldn’t hurt me, of course,” he said.

  “But I could tie you up, and…”

  “Do whatever you want to me.” The more he thought about this plan, the hotter he got. Imagine, her crawling all over him. Getting naked but not allowing him to touch her. He couldn’t do anything for his own pleasure unless she allowed it. If she toyed with him for a good, long while and then finally allowed him to climax, the orgasm would tear him apart. What a way to go.

  “Would that really turn you on?” she asked.

  “It already has. Touch me if you want proof.”

  She bit her lip again and gave him a shy smile as she moved her hand to his crotch and placed her palm against his erection. “Oh, my.”

  “You game? It’s up to you.”

  “Why not?” She rose and headed toward the bedroom.

  …

  Ten years earlier

  Adam could hardly think. His head was swimming, and his sex throbbed, almost painfully hard. He and Nicole had been lying in the backseat of the Bentley, kissing and touching each other. She’d worn a sundress, and he’d already removed her panties so he could stroke that spot that turned her on like mad. She’d had her hand on his erection for the last five minutes, driving him absolutely out-of-his-mind nuts.

  He lifted his head and gazed down at her. “You’re sure about this, baby?”

  “I am.” Her breath came in puffs between her lips, and her green eyes had glazed over with lust. “Only, Adam…”

  “Anything.” Just let me make love with you.

  “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how.”

  “Shoot.” He sat up and did his best to drag air into his lungs.

  She sat up, too, and put her hand on his knee—not far from the hardest erection he’d ever had. “I want to, Adam. Please.”

  “God, Nicole.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know.”

  “Please.” She almost sounded as if she was about to cry. “I want you to be my first. Do this for me.”

  “All right, just relax. I’ll take care of everything.” He was going to do it. If not now, then the next time she touched him. He might as well give in. He got out of his shoes and pulled off his pants. After getting a condom out of his pocket, he opened it and slid it over his erection. “It might hurt.”

  There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “I don’t care.”

  He helped her out of her dress and guided her down again. He was still wearing his shirt, but who cared about that? When she parted her legs, he settled between them with the tip of his sex between her lips. As he pressed forward, he hit a barrier. Ah, crap. “Does it hurt?”

  “A little. I don’t care.”

  He cared. He’d vowed never to hurt her. Ever. But damn, he had to get inside her. So he pushed again…harder this time.

  She raised her hips to meet him, and the barrier broke. Still, she was tight…damn, so tight…as he eased himself into her all the way. “You okay?”

  “It hurt for a minute, but not anymore.” She gave him a smile as warm as the sun. “Let’s do this.”

  So he did. He moved slowly at first. He had to fight for every bit of control he had, but he’d always been a fighter, and he could win this battle. After a while, Nicole relaxed beneath him. When he looked at her face again, she’d closed her eyes.

  “Oh, Adam,” she said. “It’s wonderful. Wonderful!”

  …

  Present day

  Adam almost tripped over himself in his hurry to join Nicole. Once inside, she went to the bed and opened the gift shop bag. Pulling out the scarves, she created a sort of waterfall of color and then rubbed them against her cheek.

  “I like this idea,” she said.

  “Not half as much as I do.”

  “Get undressed,” she said. “And you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

  She watched as he ditched his sandals and tore at his clothing. In this climate, he hadn’t worn much, and in a flash, he stood naked for her inspection. As he’d expected, her gaze landed on his erection and lingered there for several seconds before she scanned his entire body from head to toe.

  “Once I’ve tied you up, I can do anything I want to you, right?” she said.

  “Except hurt me.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Aww, and I so wanted to cut you to ribbons.”

  “Funny.”

  “Should we have a safe word?” she asked.

  Not a bad idea. She might drive him past his endurance. Lord knew she could do that even when he wasn’t tied up. “How about Savvy?”

  “Agreed,” she said. “Now get on the bed.”
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  He did and stretched out with his hands and feet near the posts. Fully distended, his sex lay against his belly. It had begun to throb, and they hadn’t started yet. Slowly, she tied a scarf around his wrist and secured it to the bedpost. After she repeated the process with his other arm, she went to the foot of the bed. “I should have done this from the start.”

  What would he have done if she’d tried it that night on her yacht? He’d thought himself so under his own control then. Stupid. He never had control around this woman.

  She repeated the tying process first with one of his ankles, then the other. Now she had him stretched out and helpless with very little freedom of movement.

  “What’ll I do to you first?” she said. “I know.”

  She climbed onto the bed and grasped his erection in her fist. Bending, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked.

  Hell and damnation. Any more of this and he’d climax. He wouldn’t have any choice. Then he’d never get to find out what else her mind could come up with. So he clenched his teeth and did his best to hang on to sanity. Unfortunately, mental images of her didn’t make the resistance easier. The memory of her sweetly rounded ass as he’d taken her doggy style. The sensations of her hot, wet sex clamping down on his as she hit orgasm. What if she was to straddle him right now and bounce until the bedframe creaked? Luckily, she was still dressed, so she couldn’t do that.

  After several seconds of agony, she removed her mouth from his sex but continued to hold it next to her face. The color of his flesh should have told her how aroused he’d become, but her smile promised so much more.

  “You’re not allowed to climax until I give you permission,” she said.

  “What if I use the safe word? Can I do it then?”

  “Hm.” She appeared to consider that for a moment. “I guess, but if you use it too soon, I’ll have to find some other punishment for you.”

  “You’re enjoying this too much.”

  “Wasn’t that the general idea?” She climbed off the bed and began to undress. First, her top came off. Because it served as her bra, her breasts sprang free. She cupped them and ran her thumbs over the nipples. “I love when you do this to me. It makes me so hot.”

  “I’d do it now.” At that moment, nothing seemed so delicious as the possibility of sucking on her nipples and watching her squirm as she became excited. In fact, anything he could do to excite her might make her want to mount him.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m definitely getting turned on.” She reached into her shorts, dipping her fingers toward her crotch and moving them. Her eyes closed, and she let out a groan.

  Ah crap, she was rubbing her clitoris. Right now, she’d be growing wet as her essence coated her fingers. He should be doing that—making her ready to burst so he could join her in orgasm. Maybe getting tied up hadn’t been his best idea, but how could he have guessed she’d do that?

  “Baby, I could give you oral sex,” he said. “Wouldn’t that be better?”

  “You’re rushing things. I haven’t finished playing with you yet.”

  Yeah, right. Seeing her play with herself would do him in faster. Here he was, lying helpless, when the body he craved stood several feet away, begging for his attention. Both giving and receiving the right stimulation made for the best sex, and right now, he wasn’t getting either. He could have screamed, and a muffled shout did escape his chest.

  “Feeling neglected?” she said.

  “You are over there, and I’m stuck here.”

  “Poor baby.” She finished undressing. This time before she climbed on the bed, she opened the drawer near the headboard and removed a condom. When she opened it and set the rubber on the tabletop, he could have wept with relief. This wouldn’t last long, and then she’d ride him. Once she’d climaxed, she’d have to let him reach orgasm, too. Wouldn’t she?

  But she made no move to put the condom on him. Instead, she crouched between his legs and brought her breasts up to his shaft. After pressing the soft flesh around him, she moved up and down, pumping him.

  “Where did you learn that?” he croaked.

  “I heard about it somewhere. Does it feel good?”

  “Oh, man.” All other words failed him. His shaft had turned a bright red, and a droplet of moisture appeared at the head.

  “My, this looks serious,” she said. “You’re getting ready to climax, huh?”

  In answer, he could only groan.

  “I’ll let you…in a minute.” She removed her breasts from around his shaft and sat cross-legged on the bed between his legs—smiling, damn it all. He was dying here, and she knew it. And he couldn’t do a thing but lie there and take whatever she dished out.

  “I think I’d like to ride this bad boy,” she said. “But it might take me some time to climax. You think you can last that long?”

  “Try me.” Who knew how long he could last? But at least he’d be inside her, with her heat all around him and her muscles gripping him. He could handle that.

  “Okay, but I’m going to be very disappointed if you climax before I do.” Reaching across him, she grabbed the condom from the bedside table. He almost got a taste of her breast as it brushed by, but she moved too quickly.

  “Wicked man,” she said as she unfurled the condom over his hardness. Maybe now…finally…he could get inside her. He’d give her everything he had and then some. He’d bounce her right off the bed if she wasn’t careful.

  She rose over him, grasping his shaft. With her other hand, she parted her sex and lowered herself onto him.

  “Oh, man.” She let out a low groan. “Did you get bigger?”

  She expected him to talk? Aroused to the point of madness, he could finally thrust up into her, and he did. His hips…his whole body took over, moving automatically. Over and over. As deep as he could get into her.

  She stopped talking, and the smile left her face, replaced by little grimaces of pleasure. He’d seen that expression dozens of times—a sign of the passion the two of them shared. He’d never had this with other women, and he knew, without a doubt, that she never responded this way with other men. She could taunt him if she wanted, but she was close to orgasm, too. If only he had a hand free, he could stroke her clitoris while he thrust. She’d climax then, for sure.

  As if she’d read his mind, she slid her fingers between the lips of her sex. The moment she touched just the right spot, she gasped, and her muscles closed more tightly around him.

  That’s it, baby. Stroke yourself. Let’s climax together. He couldn’t have gotten the words out. He only had enough consciousness left to watch her as she made the climb to the peak.

  She continued teasing herself while her hips moved to meet his thrusts. Her breathing became erratic, punctuated by gasps and moans. Soon, he’d hear her cries, and he could have the ultimate pleasure with her. Just a little bit more, and his aching sex would have its reward.

  “Savvy,” he shouted when he couldn’t take another second.

  “Yes,” she answered. “Don’t stop!”

  Her signal. He pounded into her, using every bit of freedom the bonds gave him. She rewarded him by tipping her head back and shouting to announce her orgasm. As her inner muscles grasped at him, he surrendered and climaxed with her. Light exploded behind his eyelids, blinding him, as the climax turned his world upside down. Waves of pleasure washed over him without ceasing.

  The moment lasted seconds, although it felt like forever. When it ended, he only felt her fall back on him before blackness closed around him.

  …

  He’d fallen asleep. Nicole nestled against Adam’s chest and listened to his heartbeat slowing to normal. His breathing came soft and even. Lots of men fell asleep after sex, or so she’d heard. She hadn’t had enough partners to know for sure. Adam had never done this before, but then, she’d pushed him pretty hard. She could let him rest while she finished making dinner. He’d earned it.

  After a few minutes, she found enough strength to climb off him, and she imme
diately went around the bed untying his wrists and ankles. He barely moved. If she hadn’t heard his heart beating, she might have thought she’d killed him. He had certainly turned her bones to pudding, right after taking her to a place she’d never imagined existed. She’d never been so completely in her body, nothing existing except for her and her lover. It was a total union and a little bit frightening. She needed to figure out where she stood with this man. Was this just temporary, or might they share something after they’d left this island?

  She had to admit she’d loved him from the first moment he’d kissed her. Sex had been so miraculous with him. She’d assumed it could be with another man, but she’d never found anything to be like sharing her body with Adam. After all their time apart and all the bad feelings, their physical connection had only gotten stronger. Was that love? Maybe. And did they have a chance to go back and fix everything that had gone wrong? Maybe. Something warmed her heart at the thought. Something called hope.

  She found her robe where it hung on a hook on the back of the bedroom door, slipped into it, and went into the kitchen. Everything looked exactly the way she’d left it—the lettuce for the salad still mostly in the colander. By the sink, not a single shrimp had unpeeled itself. Didn’t the rest of the world realize what had just happened?

  She giggled, and she almost started singing. But no, she wouldn’t wake him before dinner was ready. Maybe she’d serve it to him in bed. They could eat together and have sex again, if he was up to it. Then again, Adam was always up to it.

  So she wouldn’t disturb his sleep, she closed the bedroom door before heading to the sink to finish the shrimp. She’d already finely chopped the vegetables for the étouffée. Once she had the roux a nice, dark brown, she could assemble the dish and let it simmer for the flavors to meld. Then she’d add some rice to sop up the sauce and a salad on the side, and they’d have a good dinner.

  She’d just finished peeling the shrimp when a phone ringtone went off. Not hers. She glanced to the table and found Adam’s phone where he must have left it. The display showed the name “Vivian,” so he must have a Vivian in his contacts. Maybe someone he dated?