"In the other one," he reveals, and motions to the pulled back covers.
I slide under them, and he follows, then turns the light out. Dark silence ensues. He stays on his side, away from me, and I finally can't handle it anymore.
I whisper, "Riggs?"
"Hmm?"
"Is this still considered playtime?"
Tension builds between us. He finally answers, "No."
I move closer and wrap my arm and leg around him.
He freezes, asking, "What are you doing, Blakely?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" I retort.
He turns on his back but keeps his arm around me. He accuses, "Did you forget rule seven again?"
I taunt, "No. Did you forget what the contract states? Or maybe you didn't read it?"
He grunts. "I can assure you I know each word by heart. Are you trying to get punished?"
I take my finger and drag it between his pecs. "Nope. I haven't broken any contract rules."
He grabs my hand and through gritted teeth, demands, "What's rule seven, pet."
I recite, verbatim, "Rule seven. The sub will not touch the Dom unless granted permission. Failure to obey will result in a punishment."
Riggs twists my hair around his fist and asks, "What part of that rule don't you understand?"
"I understand all of it," I claim, sliding my foot against his inner calf.
His body tenses. He releases my hair, stating, "Seems to me like you don't."
"Oh, I can assure you I do. The one who doesn't comprehend what they read is you," I chirp.
He sighs. "Okay, Blakely, I'll bite. In what way do I not understand the contract?"
I slide on top of him and run my fingers over the side of his head. I state, "It's under the section titled, Rules of Engagement During Playtime. You just stated this isn't playtime. So the rules don't exist. I can touch you all I want."
He holds his breath, his eyes turning to dark slits as the whiteness disappears.
I widen my legs so my knees hit the mattress next to his hips. I graze his shaft with my wet pussy, slowly teasing it, leaning into his ear and whispering, "Do you know what I thought about while restrained to the cross?"
His breath turns ragged. His hands move to my hips, and his fingernails dig into my skin. He tries to hold me still, but I still manage to shimmy over his hardening erection.
"Tell me then," he demands.
I lean closer to his mouth, wanting to kiss him but deciding I can play his game. I murmur, "Since you brought another woman into our relationship, tossing in my face your intimacy, we can return to enforcing your rules." I try to roll off him, even though I still need a release after everything that happened tonight. I don't understand why I got turned on by everything in the playroom, but I did. I assumed Riggs would continue whatever lesson he was trying to teach me when he returned from taking Aria away, but he didn't. And I don't know why he refused to shower with me.
He surprises me and flips with me, pinning his body over mine.
My mouth turns dry, and my heartbeat increases.
He shifts his hips so his cock's directly on my clit, sliding back and forth. He scowls at me, grinding his molars, keeping his face two inches from mine. He warns, "You should realize who you're playing with, pet."
"We're not playing right now, remember?" I remind him.