Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She laughs again. “How is that not like a dare?”
“Well, it’s entirely sexual.”
Clover laughs. “It’s the grown-up version of Truth or Dare.”
“Exactly. But there’s a catch.”
“Of course there is.”
“You get to choose truth or fantasy for me and I get to choose truth or fantasy for you.”
“OK, so if I choose truth for you, then I ask you anything I want.”
“No.”
“No? How is that a no? That’s how it works.”
“That’s how Truth or Dare works. Truth or Fantasy is the opposite. If you choose fantasy for me, then I get to have my fantasy with you.”
“Hmm.” She thinks about this for a moment. “And if you choose fantasy for me, I get to have my fantasy with you. For instance, I could make you kiss my toes.”
I smile. “You could.”
Her face screws up a little as she thinks. “I could make you… brush my hair.”
“You could do that too.”
“OK. I’m ready. Can I go first?”
“Please do.”
“You choose…” She blushes, so I already know. “Fantasy.” Her blue eyes are practically dancing right now. Like she’s about to win a prize.
“You do realize I can make you do anything I want?”
“I do.”
“You do realize this is a sex game?”
Her chuckle is immediate. “I get it. Now go. Fantasy.”
Well… shit. I was expecting to ease into this so I’m not ready with a fantasy. I mean, I could make her suck my dick, that would feel pretty good. But that’s too easy. That feels like an immediate payoff and if I just wanted to get down to business, I’d flip her over and fuck her.
That’s not what I want. I want this afternoon to linger. I get one day with this woman so I’m gonna make the most of it. “All right. My fantasy is… you have to push the cover off and lie naked on top of it.”
Her grin is lopsided. “You’re going easy on me.”
“I might be. But it’s not for your benefit.”
“No?”
“Nah. I just want to drive you a little crazy.” I nod my head at the comforter. “Off with it.”
She throws it aside, gets up on her knees—subtly flaunting her tits in my face—and then smooths the comforter out and places herself on top of it. She’s propping herself up with an elbow, lying on her side, accentuating the curve of her hips. “There you go. Your fantasy, good sir.”
I smile with appreciation. “Nice.”
“All right. My fantasy is—”
“Woman,” I cut her off. “I want truth.”
“What? Truth is boring. I’m ready for the fantasy.”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking for truth.”
She tsks her tongue. “Our objectives here do not seem to match up. I’m trying to please you and you’re out to deny me.”
“It’s a game, Clover. You could deny me too.”
She huffs out some air. “My truth is…”
Her eyes lock on mine and they stay that way for nearly ten seconds. Long enough for things to get serious again. I want to caution her here to keep it light, but it’s her truth, so she can say whatever she wants.
“My truth is… you’re the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I smile. “Well, I’m glad that this kidnapping, and your subsequent Stockholm syndrome, has turned out so well for you.”
She slaps my shoulder. “It’s not Stockholm syndrome.”
Which makes me wince. “It most likely is.”
“Well, fine then. I don’t really like you. I’m suffering from a mental condition. But that doesn’t explain why you like me.”
“My turn.”
Her eyes narrow and I know she’s thinking about giving me truth, but she can’t help herself. “Fantasy.”
“My God, you’re killing me here.”
“Well, you see… this denial thing? It goes both ways. You can deny me, but you’re only denying yourself in the end if you do.”
“We’ll see.” I think for a moment, because she’s caught on. If I deny her, I deny myself. “Flip around so your head is at the bottom of the bed, and then open your legs.”
Her eyebrows go up. “That’s provocative.”
“It’s meant to be.”
She gets up, flaunts her perfectly round ass at me, crawls down to the end of the bed, and does just as I asked. “How wide do you want them?”
“Dirty.”
“Hey, it’s your fantasy, not mine. So how wide?”
“Just wide enough to get a peek.”
She goes red. I’m talking bright red. But she plays it off by teasing me, sliding her legs together a few times before just barely opening them up. “Is that a good peek?”
I lick my lips and shake my head as I exhale. “Damn. I’m gonna lose.”
This makes her giggle. “OK. My turn. And if you choose—”
“Truth.”
“You bastard!”
“What? I’ve got you all posed, Clover. I’ve got an endgame in mind here. I can’t fuck it up by making you move.”
“Hmm.” She’s smiling big. “That’s clever. If we ever play again, I’m gonna use that tactic. But I’m gonna pose you like we’re playing Twister when I do.”