Dark Attraction

Chapter fourteen - Playing a game

Gage knelt beside the bed and slid open a drawer which was built into the bedframe. It was full of kink sex supples - ropes, scarves, things made of leather, chains, dildos, and some stainless steel things I couldn't begin to guess the function of. My stomach tensed with anticipation.

"The game is simple," Gage said. "Come sit down."

I came and sat at the end of the bed with my feet on the floor, twisting so I could get a better look at the contents of the drawer.

"You okay, pet?" he asked

I blinked. My eyes felt stange, as if they were too wide and had been staring too long. I swallowed.

"Uh, yeah, I've just never seen a collection like that in real life. Outside of porn."

Gage laughed, not unkindly. "Well, I have been considering building a playroom in the spare room, but for now this is it."

My mouth dried out again and my mind starting providing me with vivid images of what Gage might mean by 'playroom'. I didn't say anything, I just nodded.

"Right, so this game, if you decide you want to play. I'm gonna tie you up with different things, just scarves on your wrists to start with, maybe, and you see you can get away."

I licked my lips. "And then what?"

"If you can get away, then I'll try again with something a little more elaborate." Gage's eyes darkened a little and my breath caught in my throat. My dick was straining against my jeans already.

"And if I can't get away?"

He grinned, showing me all his teeth. A promise of biting for later. "Then I get to have my way with you."

"But what if I can get away from your like, most elaborate thing? What do I get then? Do I get to have my way with you?" I asked. I knew that would never happen. He had metal handcuffs in there, and I knew they wouldn't be the trick kind with the release in them. Besides, he'd tied me so thoroughly that first time we'd been together that there was no way I could have escaped. I knew I'd lose this game, but I wanted to goad him all the same.

A light flickered in his eyes and he smiled lop-sidedly. "Sure. Let's make it interesting. I get five chances to tie you up and if you get out of all five, you can do whatever you want to me."

His expression was smug, and I knew he knew he couldn't lose, but suddenly I really, genuinely wanted to win. Of course I'd have fun if I lost, because then I'd get to receive whatever Gage wanted to give me. And that sounded blissful... but the idea of me getting to do whatever I wanted to Gage was also incredible. I wouldn't mind giving him a little taste of his own medicine... I'd been dominant with partners before and it was a fun power trip and Gage was always so dominant. I'd love to see him come apart, to fall apart under my mouth and my fingers.

"All right, deal," I said. I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. "But wait, you can't use the handcuffs, those are like... impossible to escape, you have to give me a fighting chance."

"Fine." He shook my hand. "Although for the record handcuffs can be escaped from."

His hand tightened on mine and we shook. I felt energised with the thought of the game, of the challenge, and the possibility of winning. I was pretty big and pretty strong, in my prime. Surely I could take whatever he threw at me. But then again, he had bound me so tightly I could barely move on our first night together.

"All right, first challenge, nice and simple." Gage pulled out a soft black silk scarf. I turned to face him. "Hands in front, palms together."

I chuckled and didn't move. "Maybe I shouldn't be so compliant for this game."