by Lucy Wild
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he replied. “We’re only just getting started.”
KARINA
WHEN I’D RECOVERED, WHICH TOOK quite a long time, he carried me through to his bedroom. We slept there for a few hours before he woke me in the middle of the night, his erection digging into the small of my back. I couldn’t believe his stamina. He’d already taken me three times in the play room and I was still tingling from that, asleep on a happy wave of bliss. And then there he was again, middle of the night, my eyes hardly open, spooning me and sliding into me from behind, his hand over my mouth, keeping me quiet as he kissed the back of my neck.
When I finally fell asleep again, his cock slipping gradually out of me, I dreamt of nothing at all. I was too exhausted.
I woke up the next morning to find myself alone in a strange bed. I sat up and stretched, listening to see if I could hear him. There was nothing. Next to the bed, he’d draped a silk dressing gown, short like a kimono and light pink in colour. I wrapped it around me and tied the knot in place, heading out onto the landing. I realised he’d brought me to his country place during the night. I must have been asleep the entire time. It felt quite jarring to look out at the trees, not the city. I walked downstairs and found him in the study, standing by the window, staring out and tapping his foot.
“Did you know about this?” he asked, throwing something across at me.
I just managed to catch it and found myself looking down at Holly’s magazine. The Headline – Billionaire’s Game. I cringed. “How did you find out about this?”
“One of my people brought it over first thing. It’s all over the internet. Did you do it? Did you tell them about the game? It might as well have our names written all over it.”
I wanted to lie. Then I wanted to tell the truth. In the few seconds of silence he allowed me, I thought of all manner of answers, none of them good enough. “I should go,” I muttered, tugging the robe tighter around me.
“So you did tell them then,” he said, crossing the room to an armchair and sinking into it. “How could you?”
“It isn’t how it looks,” I replied, flicking through the magazine, finding the article and reading through it as quickly as I could.
“Oh really? Because it looks like you lied to me. You told me you’d keep things to yourself, you made me promise the same. Maybe I should shout from the rooftops what you’re like in bed. Would you like that, Karina?”
“No,” I said, the tension evident in my voice. “I tried to get her to take it back, I really did.”
“Get who to take it back?”
“My housemate. It’s her article. She wanted the story. I’m sorry, please, Cole. I’m sorry.”
“Get the hell out of my house.”
“But…”
“The one thing I wanted was honesty from you.”
“You never asked for it.”
“I shouldn’t have to,” he yelled so loudly I winced. “Get out!”
I opened my mouth and then closed it again. He wouldn’t listen. “Just so you know,” I said when I reached the doorway. “I loved playing the game with you.”
I walked down the hallway towards the front door, stopping as I realised I would need to get dressed. I turned round, glancing into the ballroom, seeing the blank wall looking back at me. At the foot of the wall was a huge collection of paints and brushes, alongside a scaffold that had been set up to allow me to reach the higher portions.
I looked at the wall, a thought crossing my mind. If I was who I’d been a couple of days ago, I’d have got dressed and left and that would have been the end of things. That was the girl who’d willingly handed Tony two grand without a hint of suspicion. But I’d changed. It had only been a couple of days but it was enough of a change to carry me into the ballroom and towards the far wall.
A couple of minutes later, I was standing on the scaffold, paintbrush in hand, hard at work. I heard movement behind me but I didn’t turn until he spoke. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked from the hallway. “I told you to leave.”
“You commissioned me to paint for you,” I said without stopping.
“I told you to go.”
“And you better not screw me over the payment for this,” I added, hearing him storming over to me.
“You are infuriating,” he snapped. “Why won’t you do what you’re told?”
“Because you’re being a fool,” I replied as his phone began to ring.
“Hello, what?” he snapped into it. “I’m busy. What? You’re kidding. Hold on.” His voice faded as he headed into the hallway. I focussed on painting, trying not to let my hand shake as fear coursed through me. What was I doing? I should leave, I should have done as he’d said. I was asking for more trouble by staying. But still I carried on, dipping my brush and then continuing to mark the wall.
He came back a minute later. “Why the need for secrecy?” I asked when I heard him approaching. “What does it matter if there’s an article about the game.”
“Because,” he said with a sigh. “I thought people would be disgusted if word got out. They might think it’s just a sex game.” He was silent for a moment. “Do you want to know who that was?”
“Not particularly.”
“That was the office. Bookings are through the roof. They’re run off their feet. Your housemate’s article is going to earn us an absolute fortune. Turns out people aren’t as easily disgusted as I thought.”
“Either that or they like sex games. Do you mind, I need to concentrate.”
I yelped as he suddenly grabbed me, dragging me off the scaffolding and turning me to look at him. He didn’t look cross. He was smiling. “I might have over reacted a little,” he said.
“Do you think?”
“I’m sorry.”
“So you should be.”
He growled. “But you should have told me you were an undercover reporter.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“I’m just someone who likes playing games same as you.”
“Then you’re in the right place,” he said, pulling me towards him and kissing him. “Maybe you’d like to play a new one?”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Something I’ve been planning for a long time.”
“Tell me then.”
“Nope, not yet. First you bend over and lift that robe of yours.”
“What for?”
“Because you didn’t do what you were told and that means you’re going to get spanked.”
“Is this part of the game?”
“Nope, this is just me wanting to see that ass of yours again.”
“In that case,” I said with a smile as I turned away from him and sliding the back of my robe up to my hips. “I’d hate to disappoint you.”
The End
There may be a sequel coming, let me know if you’d like to see what happens to Cole and Karina! You can contact me via Facebook or my website at lucywild.co.uk
LUCY WILD
Lucy Wild is a contemporary romance author. She lives on the Yorkshire coast with her partner and their border collie in a house full of books, sweets and more books.
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