City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥26 ❤️‍🔥 The Pleasure Game

Roxy

'Hard Candy? You've brought me to Hard Candy?' London says as we pull up outside.

'Yes Sir,' I smile and twirl my finger in my hair. 'I have an idea for a game, and I think you're going to like it.'

'A game?' He says, his mouth breaking into a grin as he hops out of the cab. 'You know I always like a game. And you know I always like to win.'

He holds the cab door open for me, as I say, 'That's the thing Sir. This is a game you might not win. But I think you'll like it anyway.'

Walking though the door of the club he looks back over his shoulder at me, and says, 'I always win Baby Doll, you must know that by now.'

I skip in front of him, taking the lead, pulling his hand towards the back of the club and through the door marked Candy Bar. Walking down the rainbow coloured corridor towards the different rooms, I say, 'No Sir. Up until now you've won. But the game is about to change.'

I open the door to the Vanilla Sweet Room and walk inside.

I see the disappointment on London's face. 'But this room is called Vanilla.' His eyes scan the circular double bed in the middle of the room, then the frosted window, then the blank walls. 'There are no tools, no whips, no chains. What is this place?'

'We're doing something different tonight. This is not about bindings or permissions, this is a competition.'

He frowns as I slide his jacket from his shoulders. 'I fucking hope you're not about to try and Domme me, Baby. Because you're going to be sorely disappointed.'

I walk to the light switches on the wall. Switch off all of them but one. The room is now in a soft peach light. My hand hovers over the final switch. 'No. Not that kind of game either. Tonight we won't use any tools except our mouths. The first one to make the other one come wins.'

His face brightens as he licks his lips. 'And what do I win?'

'One of us wins...'

'Ok, ok, one of us wins, but what's the prize?'

'Whoever wins, the other one has to do exactly what they're told for the next twenty four hours.'

'Oh, I do like the sound of this,' he says.

'The only things is, sometimes it's hard to tell who wins... So we're going to have a little help.'

He cocks his head to the side, but before he has a chance to ask anymore I flick the final switch. The window in the room changes from frosted to clear, and a small crowd of people appears outside.

'We're playing to a gallery,' he laughs incredulous.

'We're playing to a gallery,' I giggle back. 'Think you can handle that?'

'Oh baby, can I handle that? You're the one who will be crying as you come. Can you handle them seeing you with mascara streaking down your face as I make a mess of you?'

He's pulling off his boots and his clothes as he talks. My eyes flick to the audience and I see their appreciation at the sight of him naked. He steps into my space, taking my shirt, my skirt, my bra and my panties. Then skimming my hair tie from my wrist, he turns me around, towards the crowd, and gently pulls my hair into a pony tail. Wrapping the hair tie three times around it.

'And my shoes?' I ask.

'You can keep those on,' he says throwing me onto the bed.

Immediately he gets to work. His mouth on mine, warming us both, making my skin erupt into goose bumps. Fuck he's a fantastic kisser. We've spent so much time with spanking and bindings that I hadn't taken in quite how talented he is with his mouth.