Wicked Little Game

by Ivy Porter

“A bit self-absorbed to act like everyone would fall for your doe eyes and your pretty face, don’t you think?” Oh my God, he called me pretty.

myself. I don’t even like her and she’s a dipshit, but she’s my dipshit, at least for now, and I wouldn’t advise anyone to mess with that.

She’s kneeling next to me, her hand resting on my thigh. Slender fingers dance over the fabric of my pants, too high to call it cordial. Not to mention that we’re anything but friends. It seems like she’s playing “trace the outline of Sam’s cock without touching Sam’s fucking cock”.

“You want me to help you with that?” she purrs, and I don’t know why I let her manipulate me like this.

“I hate you,” I say, and her smile gets even bigger. “Is that a yes?” She asks as she puts her hand right on my cock and I shift my hips, but she pulls her hand away.

What a monster, I think as she straddles me, sitting down far enough from my crotch.

“Ruby, stop that. We can’t—” My voice sounds raspy and strained. And desperate, Jesus, I don’t recognize myself.

“Use your words, tell me what you need,” she says, looking at me with that goddamn smile that gets me even harder; if that's possible. “Fuck you,” I say, adding a quiet, defeated, “Touch me, please,” a few seconds later. This is a scene I’ll involuntarily replay in my head for the next few weeks, and not because I’m proud of it. “Well, if you ask so nicely,” she says as she wraps her hand around me again.

“I could kill you in a matter of seconds,” I hiss, my grip on her tightening. “Could snap your neck like a fuckin’ twig.”

“Don’t get used to that, it was an exception. Next time you try shit like that, I’ll really throw you through the room.”

“It’s the kitchen,” he says as the smoke slowly clears. “No matter what I do, everything starts to burn sooner or later.” The confusion in his eyes is heartwarming.

I fought my own war with the fancy kitchen appliances my father insisted on buying when he built this house. He couldn’t cook a thing, even if his life depended on it, but somehow, it was important to him to buy the most expensive, top-notch stuff for a kitchen that no one used most of the time. After I burned through a concerning amount of food, I had it figured out.

“Thank you, but no,” I say while I look down at the open tab on my laptop where I already searched for the show so that I can watch it later tonight. Alone. She’s drugging me. That’s the only explanation for whatever is going on in this house.

“The pendant says R, for Ruby,” she says, as if this is the most logical thing in the world. “And this one’s mine, S, for Samuel.” The grin on her face is diabolical and I swallow thickly upon hearing my name leave her mouth. The fucking dog tags. I’m the biggest moron on this planet, being so careless around her she now

knows my real name.

“Really?” Ruby asks while she unsuccessfully tries to get out of her restraints. “You don’t behave, you get tied up. Not that complicated.”

“Isn’t it tiring?” She suddenly asks, turning her head around to face me. “What?” “Trying to act like you can’t stand me.”

“God, you’re so damn needy,” he growls before he deepens the kiss. I bite down on his lower lip in return. There is no need for him to act like that. He hisses but doesn’t flinch away, only grabs my hair at the base of my head before he slips his tongue into my mouth.

I suddenly notice that Ruby seems to try to get the award for the brat of the century. Sneakily, she tries to angle her hips in a way that would have my cock slipping right inside of her if I’m not careful enough. And being careful really isn’t the first thing on my mind right now.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and come for me?” I slide my tongue over the sensitive skin of her neck and her breath hitches. “Without touching yourself, just from my cock rubbing over your needy pussy? Fuck, you’re such a desperate little slut.”

She’s like a snake, always too quick. Slipping right through my fingers, and maybe that’s why I don’t catch her until her lips are pressed against mine. Or maybe I just didn’t want to catch her in time. It’s nothing like the kiss in the pool, nothing like what we did at the country club. There’s not the faintest trace of roughness. It’s a sweet, soft kiss, and somehow, that’s way more dangerous.

“Don’t speak. Don’t move,” he demands. “You take what I give you like a well-behaved slut or you get nothing at all, understand?”

Sam towers over me, the look in his eyes more predator than man. Before I realize what he’s doing, the taste of whiskey hits my tongue. Fuck. It leaves a burning feeling in its wake as it runs down my throat and at that moment I decide that “getting it spit in my mouth” is the only way I’m going to consume whiskey from now on.

“Told you that ass is mine too,” he says and I whimper as he presses the pad of his thumb against my hole. “But don’t worry, I’ll just wreck your perfect cunt today.”

I’m not proud about the fact that I start sucking on them like it’s a fucking reflex while his thrusts get harder.

“Such a good girl.” I don’t need to see his face to know there’s a smirk on his lips. “Only nice and obedient when your holes are filled, am I right?” I cry out around his fingers and he rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars.

“I wish you could see yourself right now, darling,” he groans, his pupils so blown that his eyes look almost black. “A perfect, mindless little slut for my cock. You were fucking made for me, Ruby.”

“Tell me you’re mine, Ruby. Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“Fuck—I’m, I’m yours,” I cry out as my climax washes over me. My pussy tightens around him and if I could form a proper sentence, I would tell him to slow down for a second, but instead, he fucks me ever harder through my orgasm.

He must have fucked the last bit of sanity out of me because the words I love you threaten to spill out of my mouth as I come down from my high.

“Sorry for ruining your dress,” he says as he presses a kiss to my exposed chest.

“It was new, by the way,” I say as he pulls the half-torn piece of clothing off of me. “And it looked wonderful on you, darling. Too pretty, I just had to rip it off,”

“Because I fucking like you, you idiot. Is this what you want to hear from me? That I probably ruined my mission, maybe my whole fucking career, just because I couldn’t bring myself to leave you?” “Oh.” “Oh,” I repeat mockingly. This woman is ruining me.

A shooting range would have been better, though. Safer, at least. Ruby would love the one we have at base. But she’s never going to see it, I remind myself.

“Ruby,” I yell towards her and Max, “we’ll be back in a few hours. Behave. Logan, keep them under control.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ruby and Max yell back to us.

“Lieutenant,” I whisper, a smile dancing over my face. “Don’t call me that,” he growls, his grip on me tightening. “Getting me fucking hard in front of my men.”

“Pretty?” she asks me with a smile as she straightens my tie. “Prettiest girl in the whole world,” I answer, discreetly trying to wipe away the tears that form in my eyes. Stupid air conditioning getting my eyes all wet.