Playing His Game Part 7

Her eyes gleamed with anger. "No."

Roarke met her eyes, keeping his expression firm. "You chose not to obey me, Mya. This is your punishment."

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d." Tears swam in her eyes as she leaned back on the desk and propped her feet on each corner.

His fingers brushed against her wet lips, and he felt his erection harden until it hurt. Roarke had to clear his throat before he could speak again. "Lift your hips."

When she complied, he stripped off the ruined panties and dropped them in the trash. She started to get up, but he put his hand on her stomach. "Don't move until I tell you to."

She grunted, but lay down again.

Roarke opened his desk drawer and removed the package he had purchased at a small shop off Hollywood Blvd. They specialized in catering to women's fantasies, but they had treated him with respect and not as a pervert when he wandered inside last Sunday.

He opened the plastic and removed the thin vibrator. It was made from some green jelly material and might have been inspired from the phallus of some magical creature. It was anatomically perfect, except for the on/off switch at the base of the p.e.n.i.s. He turned it on and saw her head lift. "Don't move," he said again, more forcefully, and she returned to her head to the desk.

Roarke parted her folds and teased her c.l.i.t with the head of the jelly vibrator. He felt her stiffen and jerk, and watched as her hips began to arch up in tiny increments. He slid the vibrator lower and teased her opening before he returned it to her c.l.i.t. Once again, she arched against it, but didn't seem to be trying as hard to mask her response.

"Do you like this, Mya?"

She moaned, but didn't answer.

He grinned. "Do you like how it vibrates against your c.l.i.t?" He allowed himself to touch her thigh. "Don't bother answering. I can feel your response."

He rotated the vibrator around her swollen c.l.i.t, then moved it down again. "Would you like to feel this inside you?"

She whimpered.

He could see the way her feet arched and her hands clenched on into fists as he pushed an inch of the vibrator into her slick folds. He pulled it out and pushed it in deeper, enjoying the way she gasped with pleasure. "More?"

She didn't say anything, but she tried to buck her hips.

Roarke moved his hand from her thigh to her pelvis, where he pushed down with enough force to keep her pinned to the desk. "You have to ask for it, Mya. Tell me you want it."

She hesitated, seeming to be at war with herself. The tiny tremors convulsing her body gave her away. She finally relaxed and whispered, "Please."

"What do you want, Mya?" He bit down hard on his tongue as his erection transmitted what it wanted.

He longed to throw away the vibrator and take possession of Mya himself.

"I want it." The answer was strained, but clear. "Please put it in me."

"What is it?" It was more than a little fun teasing her, but also painful. She wasn't the only one longing for

release. "Can you say the word?"

She lifted her head and glared at him.

"You're moving, Mya." He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off. "I guess you can go now."

"d.a.m.n you, f.u.c.k me with that vibrator."

He didn't know which of them was more shocked by her outburst. Her face was bright scarlet, but he

imagined his was too. He took a deep breath and forced himself to sound amused when he said, "Since you ask so nicely, how can I say no?"

She voluntarily laid her head on the desk and spread her legs even wider.

Roarke pushed the jelly vibrator deep inside her, until she stiffened and gasped. He removed his hand and allowed her to thrust against the vibrator. She seemed not to want him to do anything, so he held it for her. He licked his lips as she thrust upward and rolled her hips. A tiny trail of her juices trickled onto his desk, and he groaned at the sight of the fluid.

He knew the exact moment she o.r.g.a.s.med by the way she stiffened and arched her back. He immediately turned down the vibrator and pulled it out partway as her legs shook and her thighs tightened around his hand. He let out the breath he had been holding and tried to maintain his tenuous self-control. Roarke was too old to come in his pants without the a.s.sistance of a partner-or so he told himself.

She slowly sat up and covered herself. She still seemed embarra.s.sed by the way she had told him to

satisfy her. Her eyes avoided his.

Roarke felt his erection diminish enough for him to move without pain, and he completely removed the vibrator. He patted her thigh. "First time?"

She nodded and kept her eyes averted. "I wanted one once, but Bobby-" She broke off.

"Felt threatened?" Roarke finished for her.

Mya nodded again and still did not look at him.

He put it back in the wrapping, and put the package in a plain brown bag. "Do you want to take it with

you?"

She shook her head. "I don't ever want to see it again."

Roarke frowned and grasped her chin to pull her face around to his. "Why not? There's no shame in

pleasure."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I begged for it. It's just a thing, but I begged for it."

He chuckled. "Actually, you ordered me to use it on you." Roarke could see her wince, and he dropped

the vibrator into his drawer. "If you change your mind, let me know."

She nodded, but her expression revealed she would never ask for it. "Can I go now?"

He shifted as his erection throbbed, but nodded. "I'll see you Friday."

Mya didn't answer as she clambered off the desk and searched for the dress. She slid it on over her nakedness, pulled her shoes onto her feet, and fled his office. She didn't look back as she rushed into the ladies' room and washed her face. Then she locked herself in a stall and sobbed out her shame. She couldn't reconcile what she thought about herself with the wanton who had demanded Roarke f.u.c.k her with a fake c.o.c.k. How could she have done that?

She sighed and unlocked the stall. She returned to the sink and washed her face again. She fixed her hair and met her eyes in the mirror. She had a flush on her cheeks, but also a sated look in her eyes. Maybe he was right, and it wasn't a big deal. He had teased her to a fever pitch. She couldn't blame herself if his manipulations overwhelmed her common sense.

She ignored the voice in the back of her head that accepted a full share of responsibility for the interlude. Mya left the restroom feeling considerably calmer. Roarke was to blame for her downfall, and she had no choice but to go along. She shouldn't be so hard on herself for getting a bit of pleasure from his twisted game.

Chapter Nine.

Shopping As Bobby had done frequently during the past three months, he shopped on Thursday evening. Despite his cool att.i.tude, Mya decided to accompany him since she needed a few things herself. They went to Macy's where she could use her employee discount.

Once he had selected two new outfits and a $600 leather jacket she had raised her eyebrows at because of the heat, they made their way to the ladies' department.

Bobby shifted the purchases he held. "You won't be long, will you? This stuff is heavy."

She scowled at him. "I just followed you around for an hour. You could do the same for me." She motioned to the baskets near the register. "You could get one of those."

He sighed and positioned his body stiffly to show his displeasure when he returned with the blue basket.

Despite her protest, Mya found herself rushing through her selections, not wanting to keep him waiting. He was already angry with her, and she didn't want to upset him any more. Her parents and sister were coming for a visit on Sat.u.r.day, and Bobby should be his most charming. Not that it would matter to her family, since they didn't like him. Not that the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Aren't you done yet?" Bobby's tone was strident.

She blinked and realized she still held the same shirt as when she had drifted off. She bit her lip and looked at the price. Although money wasn't a big problem anymore, she wouldn't pay $115 for that skimpy thing. She shoved it back on the rack.

"Can we go now?"

"I need underwear." Mya surprised herself with the statement. She had just bought several sets of white cotton briefs and bras about two months ago. Even subtracting the pair Roarke cut off her yesterday, she still had plenty of sets.

Bobby sighed more deeply, but followed her across the aisle to the underwear.

Her mouth twisted with a mix of amus.e.m.e.nt and irritation when he checked out the underwear models featured in the large posters on the back wall. She turned her attention to the matched sets, an area she generally skipped over in favor of plain bras and packaged panty sets. She picked up an emerald set and held it against her. "Do you like this?"

Bobby's head jerked in her direction as he tore his attention away from the salesgirl he had been eyeing. "Yeah, it's fine."

His tepid response had her replacing the set and reaching for a more daring black pair. "What about these?"

"Nice." His tone lacked expression.

She heaved a sigh and reached for a scarlet set decorated with silver beads. "Do you like this one?"

He didn't even look at her. "It's great."

"Dammit, Bobby."

He turned back to her with a frown. "What?"

"I'm trying to get your input here."

He shrugged and shifted the basket in his left hand to the right. He threw the jacket over his left shoulder with a carefully measured move. "What do I care? No one sees your underwear."

"You do."

"So? Get whatever you want."

"Fine!" Mya grabbed the black set, and the emerald one. She was debating about the scarlet set when her eyes fell on a midnight blue pair. She lifted it from the rack, eyeing the plunging velvet bra and thong bikini panties. Could she wear something like that? It was really pretty. She smoothed a hand over the velvet cups. Roarke would like it.

Her head snapped up at the thought, and she shoved the set back on the rack. What was wrong with her? The ballroom dress came to mind, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her brain had made an obvious connection between the blue velvet of the underwear and the blue velvet of that dress. Nothing more. She certainly wouldn't buy anything with Roarke's preferences in mind.

"Come on, Mya. I want to get out of here."

She put the scarlet set in the basket. The blue bra and panties beckoned to her, and she added them too before she followed Bobby up to the register. She ignored him when he grumbled over the prices as the girl rang them up. Mya turned a blind eye to his flirtation with Sh.e.l.ley and focused her attention once more on the blue set. She suddenly couldn't wait to slip into it. She would feel s.e.xy and decadent, even if no one else saw it. Roarke will see it. She quickly blocked that thought as she followed Bobby from the store.

Later that night, after dinner, Mya slipped on a black teddy Bobby really liked, then slid into the bed beside him. His nose was buried in a script, and he jumped when her hand fastened around his naked shaft.

"What are you doing, Mya?"

She frowned at his angry tone. "Touching you."

He pushed her hand away. "I don't like it when you do that stuff."

Mya sighed and collapsed against the pillows. "I was just..."

"I should be the one who instigates all that."

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Why?"