Let's Play a Game

3 - Cupid's Arrow

Cupid's Arrow

2 parts floral champagne

1 part black raspberry liqueur

½ part strawberry puree

Him

"She'll be here," Reuben said when I went into his office.

Becca had sent me the video as soon as she'd received it. She was so pretty. Fresh out of the shower, her hair damp and laying gently over her shoulders, perfect white creamy skin looking delicate in the soft glow of her simple bedroom. She wore a blue silk night dress, short and thin enough to see her nipples, just barely excited enough to poke out.

Her eyes had gotten all wide as she'd begun to watch, biting her lip in the sweetest way, and stopping her play as she'd gotten too close. Watching me fist Bella in the video had sent her over the edge by surprise and she'd blushed fiercely, her pale skin getting flushed and red, her pupils dilating. Amazingly enough, she'd ruined her orgasm. Then she'd sworn when she'd realized she'd fucked up. It made me laugh. She hadn't even gotten halfway through. She was going to be so much damn fun.

"It may take her some time to get back into the right mindset. She hasn't had a Dom in almost five years. Becca has been watching over her but... it's not the same."

"She's beautiful," I said.

"She was an amazing slave. The best I ever had." He said it with pride and gentleness. "I only wish she had moved on sooner."

"Is she ready?"

"I believe she is."

We discussed ideas, and how we would do it. Becca arrived an hour later with some more insight. She grinned when she saw me. "See, I told you that you were her type," she laughed.

At the bar on Saturday, things had gone exactly as planned. There were just enough people around, more men than women, and nobody who she knew well; just enough to know their names, and wonder.

That was half the fun.

The other half was that tight little body I couldn't wait to get my hands on. Narrow shoulders and a perfect flat tummy, small delicate breasts, a pert little ass, and such an expressive face. I knew she had a tattoo that ran down her spine, starting at the nape of her neck and ended who knew where. I'd seen it once when she wore a black shirt that was cut low in the back, an elegant yet heavy chain disappearing into her shirt. Each little bump on her spine was framed by the tattoo of a chain link.

Becca said she hadn't done a scene in almost a year, that she wasn't allowed to watch any porn, and that all her play had been solo with select toys that Becca controlled. "I thought if I got her horny enough she'd be more open, but I think it backfired. She doesn't come to play parties and she won't respond to anyone unless I set it up for her. She's been depressed."

"What can you tell me about what she likes? Besides her kinks. I think I've got those down."

"She's the kind of sub that gets off on submission itself." Reuben thought carefully about his description. "She likes high intensity, swift punishment and reward, intense, rough play. But she's not a masochist; pain is a good punishment for her, not a fun scene to look forward to, but she loves taking it as long as you show her that you love giving it. Above all, she likes the adventure. She likes the ride. She likes the game."

Becca nodded at what he was saying. "She's all for intensity, that's for sure. I think the most fun she had was one week when we took her up to the cabins, the big one? On the top of the hill with all the rooms? She was a free-use slave for a group of fourteen for four days. God you should have seen her face. She was floating the whole damn time."

"We've got to plan something like that." I smiled at the idea.

"Win her over first." Reuben was absentmindedly running his fingers over the leather box on his desk. "Keep her guessing, thinking, and excited. Hold back as much as you can and give it to her a bit at a time. Let her figure it out slowly. Do everything in your power to keep it a secret as long as you can. The journey itself will be an edging session... that's how I won her over myself. It took a long time, and we were long distance for the first year, but it was worth it."

A more concrete plan took place in my mind. "I'll need her phone number."

"You can have it Saturday after your session, when she tells me it went well."

I nodded, thanked them both, and left the room, excited for the next chance I got to re-watch that little video clip. I was going to memorize the look of her eyes widening and her jaw dropping open, since she was going to have to be blindfolded for a while. Excitedly, and a little nervously, I thought about how much I would enjoy the look on her face when she finally figured it out.