Playing for Satisfaction [Satisfaction Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Don’t call me that!”

  “Call you what? ‘Angel’?”

  She just glared. He chuckled and she tried to glare harder. She saw him glance down at her breasts. The cardigan of her twin set was gaping open and her nipples were clearly visible through her thin sweater. He looked back up at her, the expression in his eyes changing, his silver eyes seeming to darken.

  He reached out one long arm and pressed his palm against the wall just over her right shoulder. He smiled and leaned in so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He felt her mouth go dry as she thought he was going to kiss her, but he just rumbled in that deep voice of his, “What can I call you, then?”

  She glared at him some more as she realized with stab of disappointment that he wasn’t going to kiss her. He could clearly read her like a book as he leaned down and kissed her forehead before pulling back just a bit. It was not an erogenous zone, but her stupid pussy still moistened and she could feel a slight throbbing in her clit. Her nipples were, of course, still standing to attention.

  Damn physiological reaction to the nearness of a big, strong, sexy alpha male. You’d think at thirty-one she was old enough to control her body’s responses, but there was something about his deep bass voice that sent a shiver down her spine that went right to her clit.

  She decided to change the subject.

  “What makes you think that wasn’t part of the hustle? I mean, pool hustle, uh, you were saying earlier…” She let her voice trail off as he laughed and pulled back, dropping his arm to his side. When he backed away, she felt chilled and a little disappointed at the loss of his body heat.

  “I saw your face and I can read your tells.” He leaned back against the pool table and folded his arms. “You lost focus twice against the mechanic and again against the long haul trucker. You were mad at yourself for your carelessness and overreacted to that college boy’s arrogance. You tore him a new one and let everyone in here know just how good you are. Hell, the regulars already know and I have noticed that none of them will play you for money except Redekker. That’s fine, but you drove off all the suckers with that virtuoso performance.”

  Ellie was angry, at least partly because he was right. She’d played foolishly all night. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t focus and kick his cowboy ass from here to Houston or wherever the hell he was from.

  “You think you can beat me?”

  “I can, but I’ve changed my mind about the stakes.” He reached into his wallet and added a second fifty to the one on the table.

  “What do you want to play for then?”

  “You.”

  Chapter 3

  Ellie felt her pussy pulse with arousal and her eyes dipped involuntarily to his groin. He was sporting an impressive bulge in his jeans and she could just imagine what it would be like to be fucked by him again. She knew that if her pussy could speak, it would be begging her to say yes, but she was a grown-ass woman. She could control her baser instincts.

  Every night, he introduced her to something new. Nipple clamps, binding, various types of bondage, deep throating, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, anal, they did them all. And every night when she was tied up and helpless, he whisper into her ear all the intimidating kinky wonderful things he planned on doing to her once they were alone. He’d bury his cock deep inside her and then refuse to move to matter how much she squirmed or begged or pleaded. And he’d tell her about his plans. He talked about puppy play and how he planned to put her on a leash and lead her around the BDSM club where he was a member. He teased about getting her nipples and clitoral hood pierced so she’d be horny all the time. And he taunted her about how much she enjoyed being filled by both his cock and one of the big fat dildos he’d purchased.

  “One day soon, I’m going to introduce you to my cousin and you’ll find out what it’s like to be filled by two real cocks. Would you like that, my sweet Angel? Would you like to be riding me only to feel another cock pressing against your back entrance? You’d be stuffed so full, you’d come apart in my arms. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? There’s so much we’ll do to you. Think about what it will be like when you are on your knees sucking my cock while he’s laying between your legs eating your pussy. You’d better not lose focus on pleasuring me or you’ll find yourself punished, my sweet. And I’ll enjoy every minute of it. Would you like that? Would you like to see what it would be like if my cousin joins up?”

  If she’d been asked a month earlier about having a ménage with two hot guys, she’d have roared with laughter. That was just for hot women in books, not high school teachers from West Texas. But now, hearing his words as he played her body like a virtuoso, bringing her to new heights over and over and over, she had a sudden urge to find out what it would be like.

  “I want an answer, Angel, if you want me to let you come anytime tonight. Would you like to meet my cousin? He’s a lot like me.” She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was grinning wickedly. “Even the size of his cock.”

  She shivered. He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen outside of porn. The thought of two such cocks penetrating her body, pleasuring her, almost robbed her off the ability to answer.

  “Yes, Sir. I’d like to try that!”

  “Good girl. I love how adventurous you are! For that, you get a reward.” He’d adjusted her bonds so she was on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide, her knees pulled toward her chest. Then he settled himself between her legs and used his mouth to make her come three times before he slid back into her and fucked her to yet another climax.

  It was a wonder she could still walk.

  Before she could reply, he continued.

  “Sorry. That came out wrong.” She felt a sharp stab of disappointment and the bastard noticed. He grinned and added, “Oh, I want you, and I plan on having you, but for now, I’ll play for a single kiss…Or are you too afraid of losing?”

  She felt a stab of disappoint and felt her cheeks turning pink as she realized her mistake. Quickly she turned and grabbed her cue, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

  “What do I get if I win?”

  “Whatever you want, angel. I’ll kiss your feet or anywhere else you like if you beat me. Or I’ll walk away and never come back. Whatever you choose.”

  She looked at him, her eyes narrowing, assessing, and made her decision. She would kick his ass.

  “Rack ’em, cowboy!”

  * * * *

  Bram Scoefield looked at Ellie’s back and smiled. He saw the flare of something in her eyes before she tamped it down and turned away from him. He hoped it was desire, but he couldn’t be sure. He’d also seen the surge of pink in her cheeks. Good. He wanted to keep her off balance. He wanted her to be aware of him as a man.

  He watched her butt as she leaned over the table to position the two lag balls. Good things sometimes came in small packages. Although at around five foot four, she wasn’t as tiny as she seemed, she was still almost a foot shorter than he was. She was small boned and tiny everywhere except her tits which strained enticingly against her sweater.

  He moved to rack the remaining balls, knowing her eyes were following his movements. His dick was as hard as a rock at the thought of taking those tits in his hands and mouth. He had immediately regretted retracting his first wager. He had meant what she thought he’d meant, but he’d seen the alarm in her eyes and had wavered. He’d also seen the arousal in her eyes and he was determined to take his time. She was worth waiting for, but he wouldn’t stop until she was back in his bed screaming out her orgasm as he plundered all of her holes.

  He’d fuck those amazing tits, too, he decided. Maybe he would come all over them. He felt himself grow harder and reached down to adjust himself in his pants. He could see her eyes following his movement. When she noticed him watching her, she’d blushed, but she hadn’t pulled her eyes away from his crotch. He grinned.

  He decided that it was time to get down to business and stop trying to press her buttons or she might get nervous a
nd run. He could see the wariness in her eyes and he didn’t want to push too far. He could see he had her interest. Her nipples were hard, poking out distractingly and he was willing to bet she was wet. He was a patient man, though. He would treat her like a skittish filly. He would take his time and gain her trust and acceptance before he stripped her naked and rode her hard.

  In the meantime, he could tell was something wrong, beyond just her discomfort at his flirting. She was always in control, but she’d lost it with that college kid. And now she’d recklessly accepted the bet with him, even though she’d been careful to avoid getting close to him the last two weeks.

  He knew just how good he was. She’d beaten him when they’d played last Saturday and the one before that, but it had been close. This week, though, he had extra incentive to win. He was going to get that kiss.

  He watched as she lined up the balls and was now waiting for him so they could shoot. He moved over beside her and together they took their shot. He realized that his heart was pounding as he watched the balls roll, hit the foot rail, and then come rolling back. Hers stopped less than two inches before the head rail. His kept going and he could see the flare of satisfaction in her eyes as they both realized that his ball was going to strike the head rail and roll back.

  Except it didn’t roll back. It hit the head rail and stuck like it had been glued there. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until the ball stopped and he knew he had won the break.

  He studied the table. He looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back and then shrugged out of the cardigan she was wearing as a part of the twin set, folding it and placing it in her large purse. The under-sweater or whatever it was called, he realized, was actually a halter top that left her entire back bare. She adjusted the neck fastening and now there was a deep V of cleavage showing. He felt his cock try to stand to attention inside his tight jeans. He adjusted himself again.

  He watched, fascinated, as she then unfastened her skirt and pushed it down her hips. This was a new manoeuver, one he hadn’t seen before. And it explained by her skirt always fit so oddly. Under it, she was wearing a pair of skin-tight low-waist leggings that showed off every curve. He was willing to bet that she was either naked under those damn tights or was wearing only a thong, and he longed to find out which.

  She then removed her pearls and shoes, replacing the ugly flats with a pair of pink stilettos that she drew from her extra-large purse. With that, her transformation from nerdy school teacher to hot pool shark was complete. He also realized that most of the blood in his head had migrated to his cock and he was going to have a hard time concentrating on the game as he stared at her bare back and rounded ass as she turned her back on him to lean down and retrieve something from her purse.

  He watched, unable to tear his eyes away from her rounded ass and he was still staring as she turned to him and held up a long narrow tube, smiling wickedly. Damn, it was lip gloss. He continued to stare as she smoothed the shiny pink stuff over her lips and then looked at him and winked.

  “Your shot, I believe.”

  His dick was throbbing now. He desperately wanted to thrust it between those pink glistening lips. He paused and smiled to himself. That could be taken two ways and damn it, he meant it both ways. He wanted her mouth and her pussy and he would have them. Surely the attraction he was feeling wasn’t one sided?

  Taking a deep breath, he moved into position, and then, holding the cue lightly, he drew his arm back. Just as he lined up his shot, she moved to the far end of the table and leaned down. She pressed her elbows into the sides of her breasts and her tits bulged almost out of the neckline of her top. He stared for a second, hoping for a glimpse of nipple. Pausing, he took a deep breath, steadied himself and firmly tapped the white ball. If she thought that was enough to distract him, she was right. But it wasn’t enough to cause him to mess up. The cue ball hit firmly just on the right hand side of the front ball. The balls scattered and two of the solid-colored balls dropped into the pockets.

  He could see the surprise in her eyes. He’d been holding back the first two times they’d played. He didn’t throw the games, but he didn’t do as well as he could have. He hadn’t wanted to scare her off, but this time, this time he was playing to win.

  * * * *

  Ellie watched as he called and sunk ball after ball after ball. He moved smoothly and efficiently around the table. She’d been afraid of this. She’d been a fool to take his bet. She’d known he was good, and suspected that he was maybe even better than her. She’d known that and she’d still bet, knowing that if she won the break, she could, with a little concentration, run the table again.

  Once she lost the break, she knew that she’d probably lost the game as well. She didn’t even bother to try to distract him, not that it would have done any good. He played coolly and unemotionally, studying the angles and calculating the play just as carefully and scientifically as she did. Then he took his shot with a steady hand and beautiful technique.

  She watched the flex of the muscles in his biceps, the light touch of his big callused hands on the cue and the concentration in his eyes as he moved around the table. The only sound was the clink and plop of ball after ball until there were no more solid ones left and he had only to sink the eight ball to win.

  He paused and looked up at her. It was an easy shot. He grinned, holding her gaze as he shot deliberately off to the side.

  There was a gasp of surprise from the crowd watching the game before he quickly silenced them with a glare. He’d clearly deliberately messed up his shot to give her a chance and she hated him for it. She didn’t need his charity.

  Moving quickly, she called and sank the seven striped balls in a row until the table was bare except for the eight and cue balls.

  Calling her shot, she looked up into his silver eyes and aimed. The cue ball hit the eight ball head on, pushing it toward the left corner pocket. The crowd held its collective breath as the eight ball rolled to a stop inches before its destination with the cue ball sitting only a few inches in front of it.

  She wasn’t going to take a pity win from him, but she was going to make it clear that she could have taken the game if she’d wanted to.

  “Your shot.” She smiled and gestured.

  He glanced at her before sinking the final ball without fanfare. The crowd was uncertain what to do. There was a smattering of applause, but rather than coming up to congratulate the stranger or commiserate with Ellie, they melted away, seemingly understanding that their presence was not wanted.

  Without speaking, he took her cue and placed it and his own back in the rack. Then he took her hand and lead her out of the saloon and out into the fresh night air. He led her down the steps stopping when he was on the gravel and she was on the bottom step. Then he turned toward her. In her stilettos and on the stair, she was only a couple of inches shorter than he was.

  She realized her heart was thunking in her chest like a bird trying to escape as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he drew her close. Closing her eyes, she pursed her lips and raised her face to pay her forfeit.

  After a pause that seemed to last forever, she felt his lips come down on hers so softly she almost felt she’d imagined it. When she opened her eyes, she could see his eyes glittering at hers from only inches away. It seemed that was what he was waiting for. His mouth swooped down and captured hers. It was hard and demanding and when his tongue pressed for entrance, she opened her mouth and let him in.

  The kiss seemed to last forever as he leisurely explored her mouth with his tongue while crushing her body against his. Her breasts were flattened against his broad chest and one hand held her head in place while the other pressed against her ass, grinding her against his cock that was straining against his jeans.

  When he finally lifted his head, Ellie realized that she was gasping for breath. He grinned, loosening his grip and stepping back slightly.

  “Now that was a p
rize worth playing for.” He squeezed her ass cheek. “Now for seconds.”

  He leaned toward her, but Ellie pushed him back.

  “You got your prize, now back off.”

  “Oh, Angel. You don’t mean that. You enjoyed that as much as I did.” He let go, though.

  “I hated it.” She made a show of wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was strictly because I’m not a welsher.”

  He laughed and reached out and tweaked her protruding nipple. “Liar. You are just as hot for me as I am for you.”

  Her hand must have hurt with the force she’d used to hit him. He laughed triumphantly. She had to still feel something to be that upset.

  “Now is that any way to greet your husband?”

  Chapter 4

  “Ex-husband, or rather never was husband. You filed for the annulment, or have you forgotten? The marriage ended years ago.”

  Ellie felt her like her stomach was tied up in knots and breathing was becoming difficult. She was over him. She was!

  So far, he’d used his hand on her ass, a flogger and a riding crop. Tonight he was going to use his belt. He promised to warm her up first, so that she’d be flying in subspace by the time he used his belt. She couldn’t wait. She’d finally experienced subspace, that amazing place you could only reach with the flood of endorphins released when your body was experiencing the carefully controlled pain that he seemed to be an expert at giving her.

  She was a bit afraid of the thought of the belt, but she knew she was sopping wet from excitement, too. She’d loved everything he’d introduced her to up until now. She had to trust that her husband would look after her. Her husband. How amazing was it to be able to call him that? She almost still couldn’t believe that they’d eloped a week ago.

  She jumped when she felt his touch. He smoothed his hand down her shoulders and back, down to her buttocks like he was gentling a skittish colt. She took a deep breath and tried to relax because she knew what was coming next. He would warm up, as he called it, her ass with his hand before working his way up to the soft flogger and then the stingier flogger and the riding crop. This time, he’d end with the belt.