The Game (Bruno Mars Imagines)

Rematch

Standing in the master bedroom at three o'clock in the morning, you await Bruno's homecoming. Everything is ready. Everything is set. It's go-time. You hear his car door slam, signifying the passing of another long day at the studio. Bruno is home. You rush to the bathroom, wearing matching lace panties and a bra in a color that most complements your skin.

You place yourself in the doorway of the bathroom, affirming dominance before he could have the chance.

"Baby!" he calls from the main hallway. "Baby where are you?"

You are silent. You have already planned out what you would say. Bruno searching the house for you was just the beginning, the opening ceremony

"Where's my girl?" You hear him say, much closer to the bedroom this time.

You laugh to yourself. He has it all wrong. Tonight, you are not his, but he is very much yours.

Just as he reaches the bedroom, you lean against the wood of the door frame, with a sultry and playful expression. Bruno approaches you slowly. His face reaches inches from yours, his lips about to speak. You place your finger over them.

You whisper, gradually increasing volume. "You have the right to remain sexy. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in The Game. If you speak more than one word at a time, I will have to arrest you. If you touch me without permission, I will have to arrest you. If you do not do as I say, I will have to arrest you. If your eyes wander away from my body, I will have to arrest you. You have the right to cum, but if, and only if, I tell you to. If you cannot follow the rules of The Game, I will be required to forfeit you. I will be required to arrest you. I will be allowed to cum. You will only be allowed to watch. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

Stunned and paralyzed, Bruno does not respond. He is too busy staring you down, confirming the accuracy of your clothing choice. Your hands explore his body to discover that the game is not going well for him already.

"Do you understand?" You ask louder, your hand pressing down on him firmly on top of the pulsating bulge in his pants.

"Yes," he gasps and shudders.

"Let the games begin," You grin, kissing his cheek and releasing your hand from his pants to grab his arm.

Scented candles illuminate the bathroom. They provide you with a very low lighting, giving some sense of mystery. Bruno takes a shaky breath of the cinnamon vanilla ambiance that you've created. Grabbing his neck, you pull his head closer to your lips. He gives a light moan, then a loud one once your tongue caresses each and every crevice of his mouth.

You feel his hands cup around your hips. Before they could travel any higher, you give him a light push into the wall. Looking at the desperation in his lips and fear in his eyes, you pin his arms back next to his head.

"Hands off," You instruct, grinding your hips against him as he shakes.

Bruno bites his lip, which reignites your thirst. You press against him harder. The wetness in your panties creeps to visibility, and Bruno sees. Drool surrounds his tongue, flowing to the outside of his lips.

"Damn," his voice whispers and cracks.

"Yeah," You reply with a sly smile. "You like that?"

Bruno nods, wriggling his fingers, itching to break free of your grasp to take you, to have you. But what good would it do for him to fall victim to his urges? He would have to sit there, watching you fly away to your own orgasmic paradise, without him. The reward would be worth the risk for him.