Series: Games, #1
Published by Flip City Media Inc. on October 22nd 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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ThatÔÇÖs all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, heÔÇÖll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.
ThatÔÇÖs how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago.
She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.
She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.
“Marriage Games is one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. CD Reiss gets into the soul of her hero and heroine and never lets go. A strong, clear picture of the psychological and emotional challenges of a D/s relationship, especially in a marriage. Why it works and why it might not. CanÔÇÖt wait for the next one.” ÔÇòDesiree Holt, USA Today bestselling author
ÔÇ£Pull your skirt up.ÔÇØ I said it without acknowledging the possibility that sheÔÇÖd disobey. It felt good to use those words and that tone. To watch her eyes go to the floor.
ÔÇ£Trust me.ÔÇØ I said it so low she was just within range to hear it. ÔÇ£Five minutes. Then we donÔÇÖt have to fight over the car.ÔÇØ
I stepped back and set my watch with a beep. It wasnÔÇÖt about the car for her. The Jag was the least of her worries, but it was a tangible justification.
For the downcast eyes. For the way her breathing changed. Maybe every bone in her body was vanilla. Maybe not.
ÔÇ£Quit any time,ÔÇØ I said. ÔÇ£Just say the word.ÔÇØ
She laid her hands on her hips.
Curled her fingers.
Pulled up her skirt.
The tops of her thighs came into view then met at the crotch. I was hard already and made no move to hide it. She noticed and stopped moving the skirt.
ÔÇ£Higher,ÔÇØ I said as if telling her how to center a picture over the couch. Higher was where it had to be. It wasnÔÇÖt a request.
Up it went, revealing cotton underwear in a pink so pale they were almost white.
ÔÇ£Now what?ÔÇØ she asked.
ÔÇ£How do you feel?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Weird, Adam. Really weird.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Because IÔÇÖm standing here with my skirt around my waist? Because you told me to? For a car, no less, which is creepy.ÔÇØ
She was so honest. I ached for her honesty.
ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre not obeying me for an object. YouÔÇÖre obeying me so I do something. Take an action or donÔÇÖt.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£You think thatÔÇÖs not weird?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£No, I donÔÇÖt. And we have four minutes.ÔÇØ I stepped forward. Part of her discomfort was in the physical distance between us. IÔÇÖd stepped away so she didnÔÇÖt feel threatened, but my gaze was keeping her from relaxing. I kept my eyes on hers. I could smell her perfume and feel the shortness of her breath. ÔÇ£Are you turned on?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Sex isnÔÇÖt going to get me back. IÔÇÖm sorryÔÇöÔÇØ
Her initial shock and offense lasted only a second before she pressed her lips together and reached down, shoulders angling, hand thrusting as if checking to make sure her cunt was still there.
We have hundreds of bones in our bodies, and sometimes we wonÔÇÖt acknowledge the preferences of the ones that scare us.
ÔÇ£Are you wet?ÔÇØ
I gripped the edge of the vanity and put my lips near her cheek, millimeters from touching her.
ÔÇ£You donÔÇÖt love me anymore,ÔÇØ I whispered. ÔÇ£But I could always make you wet, and you always came for me. Like our Italy vacation. In Florence. Coming back from that club, in the little alley. Against the wall. I ripped through your underwear.ÔÇØ
Her breathing got shallow and fast.
ÔÇ£I fucked you in the dark, and when you came, you screamed my name so loud all the lights in the apartments went on.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£That was good.ÔÇØ She turned her face toward mine.
When her lips nearly touched me, I pulled away just enough. ÔÇ£I said I wouldnÔÇÖt touch you.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£I changed my mind.ÔÇØ
I wasnÔÇÖt fooled. Her arousal was talking. I owned her. SheÔÇÖd do whatever I told her. But I wanted something very simple. I wanted her pleasure. ÔÇ£Take the juice from your cunt and rub it on your clit. Make it wet.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs come over you?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Do it.ÔÇØ I felt her arm move against me. ÔÇ£Rub back and forth. Be consistent. One-two-one-two.ÔÇØ
When I felt that she had it, I stepped back. She stopped. Her knees were bent slightly and her fingers had taken her cunt from the side of the crotch, not the waistband. She never ceased to surprise me.
ÔÇ£Is this your way of getting back at me?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£One-two-one-two. Let me see you come. YouÔÇÖre so beautiful when you come. YouÔÇÖve gone this far.ÔÇØ
Her body must have been able to override her mind, because she moved her finger again, closing her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and her knees bent more deeply.
ÔÇ£In Florence. An hour after we got to the hotel. I came so deep in you that night. I fucked you from behind with your leg up on the dresser. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside you. I loved you that much. And I gave up who I was. Last night, at the club, I remembered what I was. I was a man who was obeyed. I dominated women, and they submitted to me. The result was what youÔÇÖre about to feel. Complete pleasure.ÔÇØ
She let out a long, low groan, leaning on the vanity, twisting. I could have fucked her right then. I could have bent her over the counter and pounded her. But that wasnÔÇÖt the point. No. Watching her hand move under her clothes because I commanded it. That was the point.
An uh escaped her throat. Years of marriage had taught me that meant she was about to come.
My watch beeped.
ÔÇ£TimeÔÇÖs up,ÔÇØ I said.
Her eyes went wide. Her hand stopped.
ÔÇ£Thank you,ÔÇØ I said. ÔÇ£WeÔÇÖre done. IÔÇÖll send you the title to the car. You might want to pull your skirt down, since I canÔÇÖt lock the door from the outside.ÔÇØ
It was hard to walk away from her panting, bent frame without tasting her cunt or even seeing more of her reaction, but I turned the corner, unlocked the door, and left the bathroom.