His Games, Her Rules

DOMINIQUE

Robyn is no longer on the dance floor but in the bar area, sitting on one of the bar stools. As I approach her, I notice she’s calling the attention of the bartender who’s busy serving drinks to other customers.

I stand on the left side of her, bringing out a few notes from my wallet as I hand it to the guy occupying the seat on her left.

“Fuck off now, would you?” I say to the man. He gives me a nod and an apologetic smile as he picks up the notes and scurries away.

I occupy the now empty seat, with my focus on the one woman who’s found her way into my mind and refuses to leave.

“Who’s the beautiful lady in red?” I ask.

Robyn turned to look at me like she knew it was me the minute I sat down. She flashes me a smirk, one that I haven’t seen on her since we met as she turns around in her seat so that she’s facing me.

How drunk is she?

“Look who it is. If it isn’t the infamous Mr. Gray.” She says in a whisper, letting her eyes travel down my body. For a second something flashes through her eyes, something that I can’t put my fingers on before it’s gone.

She’s obviously drunk.

“Are you alone?” I ask her.

“Why do you care, Mr. Gray?”

Sober Robyn would never refer to me as Mr. Gray.

“I’m just making sure you’re not alone and can take care of yourself.”

“Really?” She smirks, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “If I wasn’t drunk already I’d think you give a fuck. I can take care of myself. What are you doing here?” She asks, signaling the bartender.

“Same reason as why you’re here,” I say, snapping my fingers at the bartender as he rushes toward us.

“So you’re here to get laid then?” Robyn asks, wearing a small smile as she flicks her hair behind her ear.

Get laid? Her agenda tonight was for a stranger to fuck her?

She came out tonight looking incredibly sexy in that silk dress because she was hoping to be fucked. I imagine some random stranger touching her in the places I’ve always wanted to touch her and the thought alone churns my stomach.

“What should I get you, sir?” The bartender asks.

“Water for the lady. And a glass of bourbon for me.” I say to the bartender, eyes not leaving hers as we stare at each other.

From my peripheral vision, I see the bartender leave.

“You know… I didn’t peg you as one who would come to a nightclub solely to be fucked.” I say, peeling my eyes off hers as I let it travel down her body, marveling at the sight before me.

“Then I guess you know nothing about me.” She whispers, crossing her right thigh over the other.

The red silk dress she’s wearing does little job to hide her curves. The dress drops on her mid-thigh, giving room for viewers to stare at her thick olive thighs. She’s not wearing a bra, I can see the strain of her nipples through the silk material. The cowl neck of her dress is revealing, revealing a decent amount of cleavage.

Fuck, how can one woman drive me mad and infuriate me at the same time?

Robyn is a sin, a beautiful sin that I’m willing to commit. And as much as I want every inch of her, I know she’s going to ruin me.

And I want her to ruin me.

And the way she’s staring at me right now, with beautiful brown eyes watching me as she bites her forefinger polished in vibrant red, my cock twitches in my pants, begging to be released from its restraints.

Fuck.

What’s this? What the fuck am I doing? How many times have I been rejected by a woman that I can’t seem to get Robyn out of my head all because she presented herself as a challenge? Why can’t I just forget about her and everything that has to do with her?

Instead, it’s the opposite. She’s a pretty little distraction that I don’t need right now but yet I can’t stop thinking about her and how badly I want to do things to her.

Obviously, this is just mere sexual attraction, I’m horny and I probably want to fuck her because she’s different from the women I’ve been with, and maybe what I need is a wild, passionate, and hot night with her and maybe all of this sexual attraction is going to wear off.

Maybe.

But tonight, I just need to get through tonight in one piece. Because staring at her in that little dress as she teases me, I can only imagine the things I would love to do to her. I have little self-control left in me and she doesn’t even know that.

“You’re right, I know nothing about you. But we could always change that.”

She chuckles quietly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Gray.”

“You know you can call me Dominique, right?”

“Yeah. But Mr. Gray is a little bit sexy,” she whispers, slowly running her shoe-clad foot up and down my calf. “… forbidden and bad. And I have a weakness for bad, sexy, and forbidden men.” Robyn whispers, a playful smirk on her lips as she stops teasing me with her foot.

Her pupils are a little dilated, reminding me of how drunk she is, and whatever thing she’s spewing out right now is something sober Robyn would never say to me. She’s going to wake up tomorrow and regret this conversation if she remembers it.

I chuckle quietly, imagining her freaking out tomorrow morning as she plays this conversation in her head.

Her eyes are dark, lidded with lust as she stares at me intently. We lock eyes for a long second, with none of us planning on looking away. Behind her brown eyes, I can see the need and lust in them. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but the Robyn sitting in front of me wants me to do things to her and her eyes aren’t saying otherwise.

I lean closer so that our knees are touching as I whisper, “You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Robyn,” my voice is husky and quiet as I whisper into her hair. “And you don’t want to play this game with me, Robyn, because…” I trail off, not intending to complete my words.

She’s smart, she knows what I mean.

Robyn smirks, her brown eyes locked on mine as she uncrosses her leg. Both our gazes are heated, with dirty thoughts going through my head as we lock eyes. The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond.

Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves.

“You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

Fucking hell.

I’m painfully hard and my cock is straining against my pants, begging to be set free. What the fuck is she doing?

Why is she testing me?

And what the hell did she drink that made her this bold?

Robyn slowly pulls back, smiling triumphantly with my glass of bourbon in her hand. She raises it to her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she gulps the entire whiskey without scrunching her face at the taste. She slams the empty glass on the counter and stands up.

“I’m gonna see you around… Mr. Gray.” She slurs her words, her feet wobbly as she grabs her purse from the counter and takes a step back.

Robyn gives me a lazy wink as she turns around to leave. She’s drunk and I have a feeling she’s about to throw up or pass out. Or maybe both. As she takes another step further, Robyn slows down, her hand on her head as she bends down a little.

I have a feeling the club is spinning in her eyes and she’s already got a throbbing headache. I stand on my feet, ready to hold her if anything happens.

“Oh fuck.” Robyn curses as she collapses but I catch her before she hits the floor.

“Hey,” I whisper, steadying her in my arms as she groans.

“Mmm… why do you smell so good?” Robyn slurs, gripping at my arms with her eyes half shut.

“Where do you stay? I don’t think you’re gonna make it home by yourself.” I say to her, but Robyn blacks out in my arms before I can get a response.

Shit.

I pull my phone out of my pants pocket and shoot my brother and my friend a quick text that I’m leaving.

Zach, my personal bodyguard approaches me. “Sir?” He addresses me. “Do you need help with her?” Zach asks, referring to Robyn in my arms.

“Get Ross and tell him to bring the car to the back, I’m stepping out.”

“Okay, sir,” Zach says as he hurriedly exits the club through the back exit.

Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I lift Robyn off the floor and place her on my shoulder as I head toward the back entrance.