Let's Play a Game

10 - The Surprise

The Surprise

1 oz cardamom-infused Caña Brava rum

.5 oz Fords Gin

.75 oz lime juice

.75 oz Giffard Banana liqueur

10 drops saline solution

Shake all ingredients together with ice and double strain into a bucket. Fill with ice and garnish with freshly ground nutmeg.

The game changed subtly. Over the next few weeks, He always found little moments to test me, to take my blindfold off like it was a challenge, a trick to see if I would close my eyes quickly enough and keep them closed. So far I was winning, but it took every bit of strength I had to do so. Between that and the resumed torture of denial, every time I went to Reuben's I felt a bit of a high. It was like he was conditioning me to be turned on when I walked into that bar.

The same went for his apartment. He always lit these floral candles when I came over, and I began to associate the smell of cedarwood and jasmine with pleasure. One time he let me light them with my blindfold off, facing away from him. I'd light one, and he'd come up behind me and kiss my neck or my shoulder, and take the lit candle and walk away, setting it somewhere in the room, and I'd light the next one until they were all lit, and he pulled my blindfold back down over my face. That day he'd tied me up and flogged me until my skin was burning and glowing, and then sucked my clit until I was so close to the edge that I couldn't breathe... and then let me slowly die down, holding me against him as he peppered me with kisses.

Then one day, there was the hardest Thursday. The last Thursday. The Thursday that changed the game for good.

I arrived a few minutes early, like normal, but this time when I got to the door, I got a text.

Sir: Strip, including your blindfold. Kneel by the door. Eyes closed. Knock twice when you're ready.

It wasn't the first time I'd ever been asked to kneel naked outside by a door, but it was the first time he'd asked me to. And at this complex? There were people around. It was a busy area. And it was cold out. The snow had started to melt outside, and it was March, barely starting to warm up, but it was still freezing cold.

Anxiously I looked around. It seemed quiet, no yelling kids or slamming of doors. The faster I do this the faster I knock, and the faster he lets me in, I thought. As fast as I could, I tore my clothes off and knelt by the door, clutching my clothes and blindfold. I knocked and shut my eyes tightly, listening for movement.

I heard nothing behind the door, and nothing from the complex behind me except the tv of a neighbor. Some footsteps down the hall seemed far away. What if he made me sit out here, I wondered? Reuben had made me sit outside naked on his doorstep for hours the first time I'd come over. The memories intruded and I tried not to think about it.

"Whoa buddy. What do we have here?"

A voice I didn't know invaded and shattered my concentration and my resolve, and my eyes flew open in horror. I heard footsteps approaching me and I knocked again on the door, only to see it fly open.

My head was downcast and all I saw were socks. Black socks.

"Hey," I heard a sharp, loud voice snap above me. "Don't touch what isn't yours!" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I scurried into the house with my things, and the door shut behind us.