Chapter 19

Fuck it. If you force me to play, I’ll play to win.

“Is this what you want?” I ask.

I reach up and find the nipple he just abandoned. I cup my breast and squeeze it. Then, so slowly it almost exasperates me, I run my finger along the hard areola.

“Or maybe you want this?” I go on, pinching my nipple between my index finger and thumb.

I breathe through my mouth, more aroused by my own performance than I intended, but I see the gleam of desire in his eyes.

Goal achieved.

“Do you like to watch, Marcus?”

I slide my other hand down my belly to the elastic waistband of the tiny thong and the lace triangle that barely covers my sex. I lower it furth