“Five older brothers will do that to a girl.” She grins. Obviously, and rightfully, pleased with herself.
“Yeah,” I slap my thigh, “Token said you played, but apparently, your big bro forgot to mention your gaming skills. You could’ve warned me, ya know.” I arch a brow, feeling a tad uneasy about our deal ... about obeying her every command.
Hell. I’m the commander, never the one who obeys. Perhaps, she’s forgotten about our little wager.
“You wouldn’t have believed me.” She hefts a shoulder, her long hair divides revealing more of her creamy skin.
“I might have.” I sit forward clasping my hands together. “You’ve given me no reason not to trust you,” I say, knowing that she’s right. I wouldn’t have believed her. I would’ve still gone into the game thinking that I’d win. Man, did she prove me wrong.
“This is true.” She nods. “I’ve been nothing but honest with you.” She tilts her head, studying me. “Can you say the same to me?”
“Yes,” I approximate with some confidence; at least, I think that I can.
“Good,” she stands up, “because, for the next hour, you must follow my every command,” she places her hands on her hips, “and for now, I’d like you to place both of your hands above your head and grip the back of the couch.”
Apparently, she hasn’t forgotten about our little agreement. I stare at her, thinking about the vulnerable position that’d put me in.
Her tiny eyebrow rises. “A deal is a deal.”
“Yes,” I lift my left arm, “it,” I lift my right arm, “is.” I grip the back of the sofa, slip down into the cushion, and relax my legs. I look up, finding her brazen eyes climbing my unguarded body. The blood rushes to the tip of my cock, giving it a quick, hard jolt.
“Perfect,” she says. Voice low and husky, she gives my cock another jump. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions, and I command you, Zeke Declan to tell me the truth.”
“Oh, shit,” I hiss under my breath, legs tensing as my hard dick shrivels back into its flaccid state. She doesn’t just want my body vulnerable. She wants me completely exposed.
“Remember,” she smiles, walking around the coffee table, “a deal is a deal.” She stops a safe distance away on the other side of the table, standing directly across from me. Her shirt falls off her shoulder, revealing a thin black bra strap. Wonder if she has skimpy black panties on under those tight jeans to match. My fingers grip tighter to the edge of the sofa as my legs ease back open to give my again growing cock some breathing room.
“The day we met at the park,” she says, perusing my unprotected body with watchful eyes, “what was your first impression of me?”
Okay. This one’s easy enough. I rest my head back on the cushion and our eyes meet. “I thought that you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever set my eyes on.”
“Really?” Her forehead wrinkles.
“Really,” I say after hearing the doubt in her voice. “Come on. You gotta know how beautiful you are?”
“Right,” she laughs, her cheeks flushing pink, “if you say so.” She takes her shoes off, kicks them to the side and comes back to stand in front of me. “Next question,” she gazes down at me and I smile up at her, trembling on the inside. Where is she going with all of this? “The first night that I met you at JSZ, you were talking to a girl before you came up to me.”
“Missy Mills,” I inform her.
“Did you and Missy Mills,” she smirks. “Well, did the two of you, you know?”
I slouch deeper into the sofa, contemplating my answer. Screw it. If she wants the truth, then that’s what she’s going to get. I keep my eyes locked with hers. “Yeah. I fucked her the night before.”
“I see,” she says, then reaches with shaky hands downward, grips the edge of her shirt, and she does something that I never expected. She pulls her shirt off. The top of her lush breasts swell above her lacy black bra. The perfect curves of her hips disappear at the waist of her jeans. I want more of her creamy flesh. I want to see her pelvis, thighs, and the shape of her long slender legs. “Okay,” she says a small smile touching her lips as she tosses her shirt next to her shoes.
Okay? Holy shit! It hits me. “Wait, let me get this straight,” I pull myself upright in the sofa, “whenever I answer a question, you’re gonna remove an article of clothing. Is that what’s going on here?” Oh, shit! That’s gonna put a huge dent in my resilient efforts not to fuck her.