City Of Need

🔥 32 ❤️‍🔥 Absolute Winner

Roxy

That was fucking monumental. Or monumental fucking. I don't know anything anymore, but it was the best I've ever had. London Ramona is the best I've ever had. Not that I'd tell him that. He's got an ego the size of San Francisco already.

He rolls to the side. Taking me with him. I land on my side, my legs still twinned around his waist. We come to rest face to face and he smiles the smile of an absolute winner.

'What?' I ask. That's not just a brilliant-fuck-smile. I know him enough to know that he thinks he just won. 'You didn't win. We both did.'

'Nah. You can say what you like Roxy Wilde, but I most definitely did just win. You told me you love me.'

'Whaaaatttt?! No fucking way I said I love you. Not my style London Ramona. You are delusional.'

'Yup. You did. Not just once. You said it three times.' He smirks.

Did I? Fuck did I? Do I? Fuck... Do I love London-massive-ego-Ramona? No fucking way.

'You're making shit up now,' I huff. But he still smirks.

'You know you love me,' he laughs as he hugs me tight and I push him off.

'Do not.'

'Do.'

'Fuck off loser,' I say and hit him around the head. 'You wish I loved you.'

The smirk wipes from his face as he says, 'Yeah, maybe I do.'

The air leaves the room as we stare at each other for a good five seconds and then he laughs so loud that it makes me jump.

'Oh fuck off,' I laugh, recovering myself, relieved that the tension has passed. What the fuck just happened?

'Now. These fifteen strikes... What did you have in mind to wipe the slate clean?' He says.

I've never known anyone land a strike the way London does. It's not how hard it is, but the precision of the strike and the speed. All designed to create the maximum amount of sting. It's a beautiful thing. An adoration thing. But Jesus, it hurts like fuck. So fifteen more would have me crying and I'm not in the mood to give my tears away. Not after earlier at the club. The humiliation of seeing Mac with my sister has left me raw. His dismissive face is still playing on my mind. Right now all I'm ready for is aftercare.

So I say, 'A wild card. I'm offering you a wild card.'

'A wild what now?' He frowns.

'It's like a get out of jail card slash wild card for you. I give you the card and you wipe off the strikes - therefore getting me out of jail. You get to keep the card till such a time as you need to use it. At that point you give it back to me. And at that moment I have to do whatever you say. Within the bounds of consent of course.'

'Of course within the bounds of consent Baby Doll, ' he says and drops a kiss on the top of my head. 'So this wild card, what are we talking? Within a scene, here in the basement or out in the real world?' His eyes sparkle when he mentions the real world.

I grin as another kink is uncovered. London has a thing for play out in the real world - among the vanilla people. I can use that when I need it.

'Anytime, anywhere,' I say.

His eyes flare as he says, 'Deal.'

'Ok, give me a second and I'll get the card.'

'What, actually? You've had one printed up?'

I extract myself from his limbs and climb off the bed. 'You'll see.'

I gallop up the basement stairs and grab my handbag, then bring it back to London grinning.

He laughs, 'You're like an excited Labrador puppy!'

I pull my wallet from the bag and open it. Pulling out a Queen of Hearts from behind my AMEX card. The corners are bent and it's soft with age. I hold it to him.

He takes it from me and stares at it. 'How long have you had this for?' He turns it over like it's made of kryptonite.

'Years,' I smile. For some reason loving seeing my lucky charm in his hand.

'How many people have you used it on?' He growls and drops it on the bed.

'What? No. No-one. It's my lucky card. The first one I ever pulled from a poker game and slipped up my sleeve. I won a thousand dollars that night,' I say proudly.

'You didn't win a thousand dollars. You cheated a thousand dollars. There's a difference.'

'Well Freya always said, "If you're not cheating you're not trying hard enough."' I say.

He picks the card back up and this time he looks happy to have it in his hand. His eyes are pensive as he says, 'You just gave yourself away. Now I know how you play. All bets are off baby, but I'll take your lucky heart and I'll use it when I need it. Thank you.'

He kisses me then. Long and deep. And I wonder, did I just make a mistake? Did I just lose my poker face? And then I remember saying I love you as his cock was deep enough in me to hit my heart. Three times I said it. It's not something I say, not during play. What the hell was I thinking? I just gave my hand away to myself and the game away to London Ramona.