The fall

Butterfly

Aliyah's POV:

He had to recover his somewhat hurt ego but he was feeling too many things. Suddenly picking one (the most fun option) his eyes darkened.

Once I met my unfaltering gaze, her eyes widened in realisation of who I was dealing with and what I had just done.

"Are you done?" He asked.
"I-"
"Don't be so shy next time," he began, getting up from his stool "I'll never miss a chance to see that pretty little face of yours."

"Apparently that applies to being a horny little boy too," I scoffed half heartedly, my cheeks becoming rosy as he stopped Infront of me- his body towered over mine.

"Come, play with me," he took my hand and began walking.
"Absolutely fucking not!" I fumed, instantly ripping my hand out of his "You're deluded if you really believe for one minute I want to 'play' with yo-"
"How presumptuous of you," he teased "I have more class than to fuck you in front of a while casino," Rhys chuckled. I eyed him.

"The game red, don't be so stubborn."
He  scoffed interrupting my little protest.

I stood there inabsolute  embarrassment, so he grabbed my hand once again and led me to his seat.
"Also red, I don't play. I fuck- hard." He whispered as I allowed himto prop me up on the stool.

My cheeks flushed as I quickly changed the subject "how many rounds left?"
"Four." Rhys replied, standing behind me.
"I'm not that lucky you know, I'll feel bad if I don't win you anything," I murmered,  facing the machine.
"Luck is a lie. Anything is possible with the right motivation. Now, which icon is your favourite?"

"The butterfly, why?" I stated.
"Any time you get a butterfly, you get a reward- as motivation of course."
"Reward?" I eyed Rhys.
"Just play red."

"You know, you can be super bossy sometimes," I retaliated.
"Don't act like it doesn't turn you on," he whispered in my ear. "Play."
I sat upright as his breath tickled my neck- I had to compose myself.

Diamond, cherry, cherry.

"Again," Rhys grunted, sounding... upset?
Obeying, I  pulled the lever, holding my breath as the icons spun, as was he.

Diamond diamond butterfly.

"You were speaking of a reward..." I teased.
"What would you like to know? One thing, anything you wish." He said confidently.
"What do you want?" I sighed " I don't get it- what do you want from me."

"What I want," he brought his hand to my neck, tracing a finger down its side. "Is  to kiss every inch of those little thighs of yours," Rhys breathed dangerously close to my ear.

"Oh-" my voice hitched a little.
"Would you like that Aliyah?" After no response, he cooned- "Use your words,"
"Hypothetically, what else would you like?" I tried to breathe steadily but he saw streight through it.

"I would very much like to spread them appart to find you nice and wet for me," my breath quickened as he snaked one arm around her waist resting me against himself. Despite my Brian screaming no, it felt so good to sink into his touch.

"Hypothetically, noise wouldn't be an issue as I fuck you so hard you moan my name"
I pressed her thighs together in response to his teasing.

"Again." He spoke in my ear.

Butterfly crown dollar

"I'd fuck you against that wall," he pointed a ringed finger to the wall opposite us "until you're about to cum. I'd stop just before, enjoying your breathy pleads for me to fuck you harder"

I imagined the scene unfolding- a fistful of my hair wrapped arround his hand as he guides my head back. Arching at the highest point so he can fill-

"I want tou begging for your climax like the pretty little whore you are for me" I couldn't help but tilt my head back as he snuck his hand around the front her neck. "I want you screaming my name till your throat is raw only for me to fuck that too."

"Rhys," I breathed as I pressed myself into his growing bulge.
"I'd tell you that you're taking me so well, and your wetness looks so pretty on my dick."

As he towered over me, he could surely see my cheeks flush with colour.
"Again," he said.

"I might even have you on that poker table, bent over ass up, hands tied behind your ba-"

I swallowed as I pulled the lever. He squeezed my neck ever so slightly while we waited for the icons, a breathy moan escaping from my full lips. What I wouldn't do to moan his name-

Diamond crown cherry.

Reluctantly, he removed my hand.

"Hypothetically of course," with that I woke up and the self loathing kicked in.