The Game Pt. 02

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Cadence opened her eyes to see that no one was looking at her. Even Brad had his face down, concentrating on his cards. His “poker face” was more of a permanent scowl. Still, he never lost this much, this quickly. It was clear to her that this hand would end his participation in poker night for good. He wouldn’t be able to show his face to these men, even if he won.

“Cadence.” Shock ran over her at Rafe’s unfamiliar, soft voice.

“Yes?” She almost stuttered. Her lips were trembling.

“I’ll have a beer now, please.” She felt stuck for a moment, but she forced her hands down by her side and her lips to move. “Right away.”

“Pour it into a glass.”

“…yes sir.”. She couldn’t smile, couldn’t act natural, she was naked and about to turn around to walk into the kitchen. She considered backing out of the room, but they would watch her either way.

She turned and practically ran to obey. Their voices were low and measured, she couldn’t hear the words as she poured the foaming beer into a tall glass.

She could feel the undertones of anger and threat in the men’s conversation, and so she nursed the pour gently, watching the foam rise to a beautiful head. She decided on a tray to carry the drink, as it seemed more formal and respectful. After all, one of these men would win her and…do whatever he felt like with her.

Her head spun and she white-knuckled the counter’s edge, closing her eyes until the moment passed. This was ridiculous, insane, impossible.

This was illegal. Her eyes snapped open, chills of panic prickling the skin on her arms. This couldn’t happen, this was wrong, it had to be a joke. How could she go through with this?

Angry voices rose but fell suddenly in the dining room, and she looked down at her naked body. She had never been particularly proud of it. Her hips were too wide and her breasts too small. Her disproportionately large nipples stood erect now.

With a strange sense of numbness, Cadence realized that she was excited by this. With the self confession came the warm sensation of fluid between her thighs and she clenched them together instinctively. She blushed, and debated using a paper towel to clean herself. This was just a sex game. Just a kinky night that she could remember years later. She should enjoy it while she had the chance.

She picked up the tray and moved carefully rize escort into the dining room, where the men had fallen silent.

Brad was gone and so was Mike. Had she been in the kitchen that long? Her skin itched uncomfortably. She delivered the glass to Rafe’s side and stepped back to wait, the tray held to cover her pussy and upper thighs.

She could smell herself now – clean and sweet, with a little musk. It was slick on her thighs. The two men focused silently on their cards, neither looking at one another or at her. Rafe silently held up two fingers and tossed two cards to the table. James dealt him two from the deck beside him. “Dealer takes two.”

Her nipples tightened again at his voice, the accent seeming thicker now. Her stomach tightened as she realized that she wanted him to win.

The blush stole over her again, and she prayed they wouldn’t look at her. Both men were handsome. Rafe was muscular and his dark hair curled slightly – she was sure it would curl even more when it was wet. James was blond and lean, with angular features and incredible eyes.

She bit back a giggle as she thought *I could take them both, with a mouth to spare.*

She couldn’t contain the wetness that spread now almost halfway down her thighs. It was dirty, embarrassing, and she wanted to go clean herself.

Ah, but she didn’t. She wanted to crawl under the table and service them both.

But she shouldn’t. She wanted to go into the shower and masturbate for hours.

That wasn’t an option.

She wanted to know where Mike and Brad had gone. A rush of fear hit her, and she realized that she didn’t really want to know that. Someone else could take care of that problem.

The cards were laid on the table and she came back into focus to see both men looking grimly at one another. She was frozen in place, couldn’t see the cards, wanted to stay invisible. What would they do?

Neither seemed angry – just grim. Resolute. No gloating, no dismay. “When will you go back to Australia?” Rafe’s voice was like distant thunder.

“I’m on the plane Tuesday.”

“are you staying in the house now?”

Cadence realized that Rafe had won.

Rafe owned her now. Black spots danced in and out of her vision, an accordion of darkness.

“No, mate, a hotel. The house is a bit of a mess, and no sakarya escort electric or water to it.”

“No water?”

“ah, its got a well and a pump – but that’s outside. No indoor plumbing. We were thinking of just scrapping it anyway.”

James leaned back in his chair with an impish grin, stacking his hands behind his head. He gave off a feeling of mischievous amusement, but Cadence wondered if he wasn’t nervous.

“Is it wired for electricity?”

“it’s got old wiring but inspection cleared that bit. Just the plumbing situation has to be handled before its livable.”

Rafe grunted and gathered up his winnings.

“Cadence. Find a bag for all of this, please.”

She snapped out of her haze when he said her name, jumping to obey. In the kitchen again, she stopped and leaned on the counter, breathing heavily.

Surely he wouldn’t take her, expect her to obey him in everything, anything, would he? Surely she could leave. Should she leave, through the window here? Should she call the police?

A drop of warm liquid ran down to her knee, leaving a damp, itchy trail. It reminded her that this was what she had chosen, that she had gone along with this to begin with.

She got a paper bag from the pantry and carried it to him, her chin high and her step firm. She didn’t tremble when his fingers brushed against hers during the exchange.

“James would you like any more food or drink before I put it all away?”

“No, thank you. Cadence, that was by far the best game of poker I have ever played. Thank you for all the refreshment and entertainment tonight, my dear.”

She blushed again and kept her eyed on the floor. “I am glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Rafe, if you decide you don’t want her, dial me up. She’s a treasure.”

Her whole body felt hot at that, and she stood rooted to the spot as both men rose to their feet.

“Good game, my friend.”

“Good game.”

They shook hands, and she marveled at these two. Rafe had just won a huge chunk of financial assets from James, all in one game of poker.

James didn’t respond with any animosity – he remained friendly the whole time. It made her wish that he had won, and she could leave with him.

He left with no more words, just walked out. She felt she should have seen him to the door, but she samsun escort was afraid to go to the living room. She didn’t want to encounter Brad, not ever again. He would beat her within an inch of her life.

She would leave this house tonight, no matter what.

Rafe turned to look at her and her nipples hardened painfully. Goosebumps rose on her arms and her stomach clenched. Her pussy dripped.

“Do you want to stay here.” It was less of a question than a challenge, and his voice carried anger in it. He expected her to say “yes,” to continue on in her lifestyle of pain in the name of play.

“No sir.” Her voice was small, but sure.

“Then pack your clothing and cooking utensils. You’ll need bathroom items as well. Any toys that you like to use, any items you need to maintain your health. Come here.”

She gasped and looked up involuntarily. He was facing her, his eyes serious, his forehead knotted in a frown. She suspected that he didn’t like to talk so much. She stepped forward shakily. One step. Two. Three. He raised his hands and her body tensed reflexively. His hands were hard and the skin surprisingly smooth on her chin as he raised her head.

With a click, her collar was gone. It shocked her, and she stared up at him, mouth working helplessly. She felt suddenly weightless, drifting. She felt lost and alone. A tear slid down her cheek, and then another, and another.

His warm hand covered her exposed throat. He bent down close to her ear. “You are mine now” he whispered, and she moaned involuntarily as her pussy let more fluid run down her thighs. He turned and his breath burned her skin, his lips cut her, his tongue grazed her as he licked away the last teardrop.

His hand on her throat tightened slightly, but oddly, she wasn’t afraid. Far from it; she was hot, she ached, she wanted everything she had ever wanted in that one moment.

All her fantasies that she had tried to make real with Brad came to her mind. Her knees wanted the floor, her hands wanted to be bound, her lips wanted his cock. Her pussy wanted it too. Those fantasies had been taken and then colored so much paler than this single moment.

He stepped back and she rocked a bit, unbalanced and bereft. She felt a moment of longing and regret.

She looked up at him and saw cold black eyes staring down at her. Horrified at her behavior and desires for this stranger, she blushed and turned quickly to the hallway.

“Cadence.”

“Yes sir?”

“leave all your lingerie. In fact, put on a simple dress and nothing else. No jewelry and no clothing.” She froze and stared at his back, built like a wall.

“Yes, sir.”

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