by Alice Ward
“May I use one of your pages? Torn out, please. My uncle gave me a bit of a challenge earlier, one I could work on while you concentrate on your designs.”
My dick tingled just thinking of all the toys and contraptions I’d order for us to use during the challenges I’d design. Three tasks were all I needed to win this, three that I knew there was no way Mason could accomplish. I was excited to try them out on Ava and watch her stretch her boundaries. Without seeing them, I knew Mason’d design mundane tasks that would have my cock wilting. Champagne and strawberries, picnics in the great outdoors, dancing the electric slide… whatever the man planned, it was bound to be boring.
I commandeered one of Ava’s pencils and jotted down the first challenge that came to mind. I wasn’t one to play games. I didn’t have the head for a “social game” strategy. I was just me. With a bit of an unconventional bedroom appetite.
But Ava seemed so innocent.
Holy fuck. Had Uncle Harv matched me with a partner who knew nothing of the lifestyle? My underarms were suddenly damp, and I was pretty sure my dress shirt would be a sweaty mess when I took off my jacket. How could Uncle do that to me? From what I’d observed, she was a total and complete innocent.
Maybe she hadn’t even had sex.
That would be the absolute worst situation for me. To be hooked up with a woman who abhorred my desires. I tried to play it cool and not let my disquiet show as I worked on the second challenge, but dammit, how was I going to play this game with a woman who could and probably would bolt the minute she was restrained, or god forbid, flogged?
If that happened, I was a goner… there was no way I was going to win this thing with Ava.
I could see my uncle’s work in this. In the end, you’ll figure out why I’ve chosen the women I have for you. Thanks, old man, I can see it clearly. He got me a vanilla girl… to tame me? Or could I turn the table, tie her to it and spice her up? It would be a challenge. I loved challenges. The third and final challenge appeared on the paper almost of its own accord.
I had to know more, and there was only one way to find out. My mind was a turbulent firestorm, yet I kept it all neatly bundled under a let’s-play-nice face.
“Ava, are you a virgin?”
Her face immediately turned beet-red. “No! I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience, but it’s been a while and I…”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. As long as she wasn’t a virgin, it occurred to me that with her artistic flair she might be willing to learn all sorts of things.
In a graceful move, I stood and faked a yawn. “I’m ready to get into something a little more comfortable. Why don’t you join me?”
Ava immediately gave her attention to the sketch pad. “I need to finish these tonight, get them turned in.”
“Sure. But why not finish them in the comfort of the bed.” She swallowed, the sound audible in the quiet kitchen. “You can gaze up at the stars through the skylight while you create. Do you have a skylight in your apartment?” That was cruel but necessary for my cock’s well-being.
“No.” She slowly laid down her pencil.
“There are no cameras in the bedroom.”
She glanced up at the electronic eye that stared down at us from its mount in the corner and seemed to make a decision. When she stood and began gathering her supplies, I topped off her wine glass quickly before she could object.
In the bedroom with the lights low, I thought of how the king-sized bed positioned right under the skylight so we would be looking up at the stars wasn’t just a nice touch, it was a blessing.
Brittle with nerves, Ava’s amazing smile still lit up her face as she stopped at the foot of the bed and gazed up at the twinkling stars. “The way this room looks out on the sky, both from above and the windows, it reminds me of a tree house.”
“Me Tarzan, you Jane,” I said as I went to pick her up with the idea of tossing her onto the bed to loosen the mood.
I skidded to a halt when her blue eyes reflected fear. Dammit. The female aspect was supposed to be the fun Uncle had thrown into the competition. I wondered if Mason was fairing any better in that regard.
“Lucas, I’m sorry, but Harv has expressly forbidden any contact today,” she said with a fun-killing face. “I would hate to lose the contest the first night.”
She was right, and I’d just about blown it. “Arggh,” I groaned and flopped on to the bed. The sky was nothing but stars. “Wow, it’s really beautiful.” I was sort of shocked. I never took the time to look up at the sky and the New York City lights drowned them out, made you forget they were even there for a while.
I liked Ava. She was unique, innocent, introspective, creative. This might be a lot of fun… breaking her in. My cock certainly thought so, as it started inflating the moment I got close to her. I casually slid to the side of the bed and laid my arm over the assaulting member and thought about anything horrible that would come to mind.
Dead puppies, slugs, traffic school. That did it.
When I stood, I noticed the large deck, which I remembered wrapped from the bedroom to the living room. I went to the door, thinking a bit of frigid air would do me good. Maybe I could freeze my libido into submission so I could even contemplate sleeping next to her with no touching.
“Are you sure there are no cameras in here?”
I nodded, torn between listening to her voice and doing the equivalent of jumping in a cold shower. “None. You didn’t sign a consent for recording of sexual acts, did you?”
She shook her head with a quick snap.
“Neither did I, and don’t worry, there wouldn’t be. Otherwise, there’s too much of an ethical and legal risk. The ones we do have will be dismounted when the game has ended.”
She stood there clutching her sketch pad, seeming pale and unsure.
I had to admit, I felt the slightest bit daunted, so I understood Ava’s change in temperament. I was feeling it too, but for the opposite reasons.
I waved toward the bed, offering it to her. “I think you should start on those and get them done, so you and I can spend some time getting to know each other. I’ll look over the movies ol’ Harv has on offer. I figure, we have to do something, and that’s the only thing I can think of that’ll keep my mind off of your amazing body.”
At my mention of her body, her eyes flickered and caught mine, and then swept all the way down to my Salvatore Ferragamos. My chest swelled. At least she found me attractive, which was a start.
I could go slow, and it might be fun to teach her everything from scratch. I’d never been with a woman who hadn’t known at least the basics of my lifestyle.
I wanted her to know that soon, maybe not tonight, but soon, I’d own every single inch of that gorgeous frame. As I let my thoughts become apparent in my intense gaze, her nipples peaked under her t-shirt. So she was responsive. That was so fucking sexy.
“Great idea,” she said, blowing off her attraction to me and getting comfortable on the bed I’d vacated.
It was going to be so easy to get her where I wanted her.
I went over to the TV, which waited with a note from good ol’ Uncle Harvey.
I read it out loud to Ava. “Welcome Lucas and Ava to your new home for the next four weeks. The television has been programmed for your enjoyment. Enjoy.”
I fired up the TV and cringed when an Elvira-looking chick popped up on the screen and announced that she would be teaching us the basics of BDSM. The graphics made it look like she slapped the screen with a tasseled whip, making my cock leap. Shit.
I turned to look at Ava, whose eyes were bigger than I’d seen them yet. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose her before the fun even got started. I clicked off the TV and redirected her attention. Focusing on the sketches that showed her raw talent, I said, “Your sketches look impressive. Can I take a closer look?”
She hesitated, as if she were hovering over a decision. “Actually… would you mind helping me with this one?”
Sh
e pointed her pencil toward a sketch that was basically a faceless woman with bare arms and legs and no firmly outlined torso.
“I have a list of outfits, but… I’m not sure what I need for the last one.” She handed me the list.
I read each item, and when I came to the last, I had to give my uncle a mental high-five for such incredible forethought.
A BDSM outfit.
Like this chalet, which I knew took years to construct to his exact specifications, Uncle had planned well with this game. I might not be able to touch her now, but waiting would be worth it.
I couldn’t wait for the real game to begin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ava
When Lucas only stared at me and didn’t answer, I had to summon up the courage to ask outright. “Will you help me create a BDSM outfit? Do you know anything about them?”
When he still didn’t answer and his eyes kind of glazed over, for some reason my eyes were drawn down to his crotch. He had a giant bulge in the front of his pants.
I ripped my eyes away and immediately locked gazes with him, feeling the way the sitting duck must’ve felt when it was, um… sitting. Or about to be ravaged by the much more dominant male duck.
His hand shot up into his hair, and he combed his fingers through it, mussing it and changing his neat appearance to frazzled.
I’d made Mr. Got-it-together frazzled.
“Sorry.” He grimaced, and his gaze darted around the room. “You can’t really ask a guy for that kind of thing without a reaction.”
“Oh. Sorry.” The worst thing happened then, a snicker came out of my mouth, and I clamped my hand over it.
“Apology accepted. By one of us.”
That drew my attention to his other member, which hadn’t changed. I gulped and laughed nervously. Was I ever going to be cool enough to play this game?
“Start with the “Hunger Games” look, minus a few yards of leather.” Lucas turned away and gave a half laugh, half sigh. “Uncle Harv sure does know how to get right down to it.”
“Yeah, definitely, but didn’t you want to get right down to it?” At the heated look he gave me, I turned my attention back to the pad and started scribbling, then quickly changed the subject. “You watch a lot of movies?”
He flipped quickly through the titles scrolling across the TV. “I used to, but that’s a date kind of thing, and I don’t date.” He froze as if he’d revealed something he hadn’t meant to.
By the look on his face, I knew I’d completely turned him on with my request for help with the outfit. I’d kind of meant to. His expression had been a funny mix of bewilderment and strained concealment. He was hiding something, and I couldn’t help but want to know what. And now the “I don’t date” confession. Why would a man as obviously desirable not date?
“You don’t date? Why would you not date?” At the closed off look that immediately came over his face, I threw it in reverse. “Never mind. It’s none of my business. I don’t really either. Too busy.”
Lucas put his hands on his hips, drawing my attention back to his crotch. “We have to get to know each other if we’re going to win. So, there are things you should know about me.”
I had a feeling I didn’t want to know the things he was talking about.
I didn’t know much about him, just that he wanted to be head of his uncle’s company. Mr. Huffman had explained it all in my interview before I was chosen. He’d said to bring only my photo ID, cellphone, and my sense of adventure to the chalet. He also said I could back out anytime I wanted, at any point in the game. Mr. Huffman had sensed my uneasiness and vowed that if there was anything that made me too uncomfortable, I only had to say the word and it would be over, no questions asked.
There was the money to consider, but I was way out of my league, I knew. Maybe I should just walk before I had to spend the night with a strange man.
My heart twisted a little. Obviously, that part of me didn’t want to go.
The thing I couldn’t put my finger on about him suddenly stood out in his hard jaw and careful movements. The man had an iron restraint. Which was sexy as hell. Excitement made my fingertips tingle, and I wanted to know anything he would share about himself.
I made up my mind right then to stay. I needed this, needed to develop some of the steel that must have helped make this man successful.
I nodded in response to his statement. We did need to know more about each other. Then why did my heart decide to start pounding?
He opened his mouth, presumably to bare his heart, and my phone rang. Dammit.
It was Sylvia. She always sensed the worst times to call. I snatched it up, shot Lucas a quick, “‘Scuse me,” and slipped out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. Where it was freezing.
“Hi, Sylvia.”
“Hey there, million-dollar baby. How’s it going?”
“It’s going. I can’t talk long, we’re, um… getting to know each other.” I glanced back into the room to see Lucas begin to pace, running one hand through his hair again.
“Ooooh. Don’t let me interrupt that.”
“We’re just talking. And I’m designing some of my clothes for the competition.”
“Really! That’s awesome. What are you designing?”
I told her about them, including the kinky one. “You have to help me. I have no idea what to design. I barely know what one looks like.”
Sylvia laughed. “I wish I could be there to witness your naivety be stripped away. Woman, why do you think they gave you that challenge?”
“Because there’s some kinky stuff I’m going to have to do that I’ve mentally blocked out?”
“Yes, but they probably gave you the challenge with him there to make you work together, to navigate speedbumps together. If you’re going to win the millions, you’ve got to be willing to jump in with your BDSM boots on, Ava.”
“Oh, god, you’re probably right. I bet they’ve orchestrated every last detail of this thing.”
“Damn straight.”
“Okay, game face on. I’m going back in… and will design a BDSM outfit with the help of sexy billionaire boy.”
“Is he as sexy as in the pictures?”
I looked back over my shoulder. He couldn’t see me watching him from out here in the dark, so I let my eyes wander over his slender yet strong form, his chiseled jaw, the eyes that flashed from ice to heat in an instant. It felt like a hand reached down into my chest, wrapped around my heart and pulled, yanking me in his direction. “Sexier. Much sexier.” He peered through the glass from the other side of the room. “Gotta go.”
After I got off the phone and shivered my way back inside and into the heat of the room and Lucas, I had a bit of Sylvia-induced confidence.
Aside from the glimpses I’d seen on the website, I really had no idea what a BDSM outfit might look like, but I had a pretty good imagination that didn’t take me to a very nice place. However, for a hundred grand, I’d design anything.
But wait. I was designing it for me. To wear. I’d be wearing a BDSM outfit? I’d been so caught up in Lucas’s reaction that it really hadn’t clicked. Holy mother of all that is made of whips and chains.
Millions, I told myself, this could be worth millions. Ten million, to be exact. This was a game, and I had to get my head firmly in it. I’d design a nice, not nasty outfit. Could this type of outfit be not nasty? My eyes flicked to Lucas.
Also in the envelope about my clothing challenge was an article on BDSM, which had pictures that didn’t impress me. But they would act as a good opener. I grabbed the envelope and waved it in the air at Lucas with a nonchalance and comfort neither of us had achieved yet. “Do you have a sec?” I was building a bridge.
“I apparently have lots of seconds.” His voice bordered on sarcasm.
“I’m really am struggling to create the BDSM outfit.”
Lucas crossed the room with quick, easy strides, his face lit up. “What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know a
nything about that type of thing. It would really help if you could describe it, like what’s the actual purpose of wearing it?” I was playing dumb, to an extent. I’d seen a few videos but had been more focused on the tools being used than the slight bit of clothing worn.
“You don’t know anything about the subject?”
“Not much, but it’d probably be best for you to start at the beginning.” His eyes were getting that hot gleam in them again, and I wanted to see what came next.
He looked down at the floor for a moment, and when he raised his head again, he’d obviously tapped into his iron will and locked down whatever it was he was locking down with a steel trap. “BDSM actually comes from three different acronyms sort of smashed together. B&D stands for bondage and discipline. D/s stands for dominance and submission. S&M stands for sadism and masochism.”
Well, I learned something new today. “Okay. That’s cool, except for the sadism part, that is.”
He grinned, and the movement of his face caused something deep in my belly to stir. “They mean different things to different couples. In our case,” his eyes flared hot again, “I would be the Dominant and you the submissive. The clothes one chooses to wear should give pleasure to both.”
My mouth went dry. Clothes. Pleasure. He was speaking my language now. “So, I can assume that I’ll be wearing said clothes with you in a bondage slash discipline minus sadism scenario.”
His meltingly gray eyes pierced straight into my being. “You can count on that.” Then he began talking fast, walking half circles around the bed like a wolf circling his prey. For a second, I could see why Little Red Riding Hood nearly fell prey to the Big Bad Wolf. He was probably very convincing. And sexy. “The texture of the fabric and the placement of that material is meant to cause a heightened sense of arousal in the wearer, while also giving pleasure to the Dominant. Most often, the submissive will wear things that exposes her erogenous zones or lashes across them so any move the wearer makes sends shocks of sensation through her system.”
He motioned me to the couch next to the patio door, and I moved there with my sketch pad. He pulled the pad halfway onto his thigh and held the corner nearest me so that his fist rested on my thigh. My “erogenous zone” noticed and immediately melted into wet heat.
