The Green Light District

He turned to me again. “Interested in making a little bet on this game?”

When I looked at him, the gleam in his eye made me have to actively hold back from jumping on top of him. “What kind of bet?”

He leaned in a little closer. “Winner gets to have his — or her — way with the loser, so to speak.”

I looked at him. “Excuse me?”

“Winner gets to dominate,” he explained.

I blinked. After that instant of surprise, I smiled as I realized immediately what a twist that would present for me, though he was not aware of it. I wondered briefly if any of the same conflict was stirring in him as I glanced down at his hand, extended toward me to shake on the deal. After a moment I slipped mine into it. We each grasped firmly, our eyes hardened on each other’s.

But I also loved to be dominated.

***

. . . .Corey hitched my denim skirt up to my waist. I had nothing on underneath, which he knew since I’d been half naked by the end of the game and he had watched me pull my skirt back on without bothering with my thong. I was sure he could see how wet I was just by looking, and he did seem pleased when he stared between my legs.

“Do you like this? You like what I’m doing to you, baby?” he taunted, brushing his fingers between my legs. I gasped and couldn’t keep from crying out just a little. Immediately I bit my lip and gave him a look of apology.

“I didn’t think I’d have to tell you to be quiet here, Paige. Are you going to be a good girl, or do you need a gag?”

I shook my head. “No. I’ll be good.”

“You’d better.”

Corey leaned in and ran his tongue across my lips, pulling back slightly whenever I tried to meet his mouth and kiss him. I squirmed in frustration.

Abruptly I felt his finger enter me; I hadn’t known it was anywhere near me. I shrieked quietly, wincing as I realized I’d just broken the rules.

“Mm-hmm,” Corey said shortly, backing off and returning to the bag. “I see you’re having some trouble following the rules tonight.” He wasn’t smiling as he pulled a ball gag from the bag.

“I didn’t mean to. I won’t do it again,” I pleaded as he advanced toward me with the gag. I submitted sorrowfully as he installed it in my mouth, reminding me in a murmur of our safe symbol we’d agreed to use in lieu of the ability to say the safe word.

Then he was back in character instantly as he ripped open the buttons on my shirt and popped the front clasp on my bra. The warm night breeze graced my breasts while he watched my nipples get hard. I shivered. Then he grabbed them roughly, pushing his body up against mine and kissing me hard. My pussy went into overdrive and begged for release as he squeezed my tits in his fists.