"Something like that," she agreed.
"Tell you what," he said, eyes dancing, "every time you best me, you can demand I take off a piece of clothing."
"Well, to make this fair, maybe I should put on," she started to say, thrilled at the idea, wanting to go grab a shirt and some panties at least.
But suddenly she felt herself flying through the air for a split second, making her belly drop, before she felt her body bounce off the bed that she was suddenly lying across sideways.
Daniel's hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as his knees straddled her waist, his smile wicked. "I never said this was going to be fair, baby."
With that, he leaned down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, making her back arch up off the mattress as she let out a loud moan, her thighs pressing together until they shook to try to ease the chaos there. His teeth took the sensitive flesh next, nothing grazing or teasing about it- he bit into her nipple, his eyes raising to meet hers, a challenge clear in them as her body jolted back against the pain/pleasure mix.
Beneath him, her body twisted fast and her one wrist found itself free for one blissfully victorious moment before he recaptured it, wrapping it across the upper part of her chest and holding it there as he dipped his head again to torture the other nipple.
The red-hot pain sent a surge of desire so strong to her sex that she did the unthinkable- she rolled onto her stomach.
Daniel's low, darkly amused chuckle was all she needed to know she was going to pay for that stupidity. "Giving up your back, huh?" he asked, his body slowly moving downward in a way that, as he moved over her ass, she could feel his hard cock press into her for a moment before his knees came down on the backs of her thighs.
His hands moved slowly down her spine to cup her ass, squeezing hard for a second and her hips rose up off the bed into the sensation. He was so close to touching her where she needed him most, where he seemed to purposely be avoiding.
"Nope," he said, his voice sounding amused. "You don't get that yet. You're pretty squarely in the 'loser' category right now. Maybe I should see what I can do about making you a sore loser, huh?" he asked, and a split second afterward, his hands released her and one came down with a hard, audible, bitingly painful whack to the left side of her ass. Her breath hissed out of her, but before she could even drawn in another one, his hand slammed down on the right side, evening it out so that her entire behind felt like it was on fire, promising a twinge of pain anytime she tried to sit down for the rest of the night.
But Daniel wasn't done.
He wanted her sore for the whole next day as his hands kept landing into the pained flesh, as her breathing got faster, her desire even more acute.
Just when she was sure she was about to cry uncle, his hand slid up her spine instead, sinking into the wet hair at the base of her skull, curling in, then yanking hard as his body moved over her, his cock grinding into her pussy. She let out a long, loud moan as his head turned inward and he nipped her ear.
"Ready to give up yet?" he asked, his voice purposely teasing.
She slid her leg between both of his, hooking it around the lower one, then throwing every bit of force she had into his shoulder as her leg twisted his.
And they rolled.
That had her back to his chest, his back to the mattress. He could throw her off in a second, but she technically bested him.
"Shirt," she demanded, breathing heavily as his hand released her hair and she moved to turn, straddling him as he folded up slightly and yanked the shirt off his head.
"I expected you to go for the groin," he admitted with a smile as he moved back down on the mattress, his hands settling on her hips.
She held his eyes as a wicked smile teased her lips. "Didn't want to do any damage. I have use for that later."
He chuckled and the deep, masculine sound sent another rush of wet between her thighs as her eyes moved down to his chest. She felt herself stiffen, her lips parting, her brows drawing together.
Because his torso, yeah, it was all the proof she needed that he wasn't just some alpha, cocksure, charming bartender. Alpha, cocksure, charming bartenders didn't have bodies that were criss-crossed in scars- most of them deep, the kind that required hospital visits and stitches and recovery time. And they were everywhere. Each was in a varying stage of healing- some white and old, some pink, some still reddish.
But what got her most wasn't the long straight or jagged marks, but the ugly pink one on the right side of his body just under his right clavicle.