Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground(81)
“When I return, I’ll knock on the door and say your first name. That way you’ll know it’s me and not Room Service, though I’ll have the Do Not Disturb sign on the door so they wouldn’t knock anyway. When you hear the knock and your name, you’ll answer the door. But not as Tessa.”
“Not as me? What do you mean?”
“What would you never, ever do in real life? Be a hooker? Be a spy who uses sex to steal national secrets? Be a nymphomaniac who craves sex like cocaine? The fantasy is more than silly role-playing. It’s a chance to walk on the wild side, safely and with someone you trust. So what is Tessa’s wild side?” He leaned back and waited while Tessa thought.
Tessa thought about Kent the night he raped her. He took complete, non-consensual control of her. She would never do such an unspeakable thing to another human being, but she had to admit, in a fantasy game it might feel good to be on the giving side. She took a deep breath, a little ashamed.
“I would never force sex on an unwilling person. But for the fantasy…” she shrugged her shoulders.
“We can make that happen. A good way to start is with those dirty words you hate. Even before you open the door, start telling me what you’re going to make me do to you, whether I like it or not.” Russell smiled. “When you open the door all the way and see me, I’ll be quaking and fearful and completely under your command.”
“Who knew I could control the male world simply by talking dirty to them. In my business, that’s good to know.”
Russell laughed. “Sorry. It only works in sex role games.”
“And American politics.” Tessa thought about being able to command Russell to do anything she liked, well, almost anything. “Can we forget the other stuff on the buffet and go straight to game night?”
Russell wagged his finger. “And miss out on the wonderful toys I’ve brought you? Such wonderful lessons, lost because you can’t wait to order me around.” His eyes crinkled with amusement. “The night is young. We have time for it all.”
***
“How does that feel?” Russell asked.
Tessa was sprawled on her back, legs flung apart. “It’s cool, but…” she started wiggling. “It’s starting to heat up. Tingle.”
“That’s what stimulating gel does. A little dab rubbed on your clit will light a fire under your arousal.” He handed the little bottle to Tessa. “The peppermint and menthol make the tingle. The gel wakes up the nerves and increases the blood flow to your clit. Bumps up the sensitivity and helps amp up your arousal. Do you like it?”
“Yeah. It’s not overpowering, but it just feels like a friendly little goose, if you know what I mean.”
“Keep this by your bed. If your lover needs a little help getting your fire lit, have him apply it. Just a little, though. Once it’s on there you can’t rinse it off.”
“What’s next?” Tessa was beginning to feel like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. And between the light pulsation of the vibe buried inside and her tingling clit, she needed to unwrap some presents soon.
“Roll over and stick your ass in the air.”
Tessa hesitated.