Game. Justine Elyot

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      ‘I see,’ says Sash, but I doubt she really does.

      ‘We like to push each other’s boundaries,’ he adds. ‘Challenge each other. That’s what this is all about, really.’

      ‘A challenge?’

      ‘Exploring limits,’ he says. ‘Isn’t it, Soph?’

      ‘Something like that.’

      ‘So, I told Sasha we could do some action shots.’

      ‘By action you mean …?’

      ‘Sex.’

      ‘Porn?’

      ‘No!’ trills Sasha. ‘I don’t do porn. I do erotic and boudoir. These will be sensual, non-explicit shots of your faces and upper bodies during the act of love.’

      I nearly vomit. The act of love. With his customary presence of mind, Lloyd speaks hastily over my incipient snort.

      ‘Of course, we understand that. Sophie’s being cheeky.’ He gives my wrist a little tap. ‘Bad Sophie.’

      The bastard has me hot again. Fuck him. How dare he?

      I move a little closer to him, rumpling the jacket. He reaches an arm behind me, pressing a fingertip to the nape of my neck, a small but devastating connection. I start to believe that I can do this. My breathing deepens.

      ‘So, I can fold out the couch for you to use,’ suggests Sash. ‘Or I can put cushions on the floor, or in the cupboard I have a sex chair, even a swing …’

      ‘A swing! Ooh, exciting! Can I see?’

      ‘I was going to say I don’t really recommend the swing. I have to be seriously on top of my game to get good shots from it. It’s just so … swingy.’

      ‘Well, the sex chair then? Lloyd?’

      ‘Yeah, sex chair sounds interesting.’

      ‘OK, I’ll get it out. Can I get you two a drink while I set it up?’

      ‘No,’ says Lloyd. ‘We’ll just get warmed up.’

      And, without warning, he tilts my head and swoops down to claim my lips. God knows what happens to his jacket, but we crush it between us, too caught up in arms and legs to care about its pristine creaselessness.

      ‘So,’ he questions me, between thrusts of tongue, ‘did you come just now? For the camera?’

      ‘Shut up. You know I did.’

      ‘I wondered if you would.’ Tongue goes back in, tongue draws back out. ‘But you’re so flushed. I love it when you’re flushed.’ More kissing. ‘I can’t wait to see the pictures.’

      ‘Who says I’ll show them to you?’

      ‘Oh, they’ll come to me first. I’m paying for them.’ His leg wedges itself over mine, trapping me underneath it.

      ‘I hate to think how much they’ll cost.’

      ‘Hmm, well, yeah, so do I.’ He kisses me again, the longest, dirtiest snog so far. ‘But I’m thinking of it as an investment.’

      ‘Oh my!’ Sash interrupts us from the centre of the floor. ‘Please come and do that for my camera. You have such chemistry.’

      I cast a bleary look over to the chair she has assembled. It’s not what I imagined. For some reason I thought it would be a dungeon fixture with cuffs and stuff – in fact, it is a simple padded S-shape in expensive-looking zebra print leather. It’s almost more a bed than a chair, good and wide and full of possibilities.

      ‘So this is a sex chair?’ Lloyd rises to his feet, freeing me from my limb bondage.

      ‘There are various designs,’ says Sash.

      ‘I know. I haven’t seen this type before though. It looks so comfortable.’

      She laughs, patting the padded upholstery. ‘It is. Come and see for yourself.’

      She flits back to her camera, preparing for the highlight of the set. ‘So then, Lloyd. Time for your striptease. Now, you’re a male model, you need to bust out the moves.’

      He mock-snarls at me and does that whip-cracking belt buckle thing that makes my knees weak. It lands on the floor in a curl of shiny leather, reminding me of all the times I’ve been struck with it.

      Once the socks and tie are disposed of, he deals with the trousers, stepping out of them elegantly, then removing his pants so that he stands in only his long white work shirt, open at the collar, linked at the cuffs.

      The inevitable fiddling with cuff links leads to the moment of revelation – the slow unbuttoning of the shirt, opening up on to a pale freckled chest, a stomach flatter than it used to be (must be all the sex) and then finally powerful thighs framing a cock in full-blooded erection.

      It astonishes me that I used be indifferent to Lloyd. As he shrugs the shirt over his shoulders, I want nothing more than to pull him on top of me and shag him into the fifth dimension. It’s not about his looks. It’s about the looks he gives me. Nothing sends an arrow of devastating lust straight to my sex as fast as one crinkle of a Lloyd eye, one curl of a Lloyd lip.

      The familiar alarms ring and buzz in my body. A man stands before me and he means to have me and there ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.

      He waves a hand at the chair. ‘Shall we?’

      I bend over it. ‘How do we do this? What’s the best way?’

      He sits himself in the shallow bend of the S and clasps his hands together behind his head, letting his legs rise up and then drop down over the seductive leather curves.

      ‘This feels good to me,’ he says. ‘Hop on.’

      His lazy, entitled posturing inflames me, as he knows it will. I leap on and straddle him, giving the side of his head a playful slap.

      ‘So very fucking romantic, aren’t you?’ I chide. ‘Hop on. Charming.’

      ‘Sorry, should I have invited you to step aboard the lurve ride?’

      I kick my legs, which dangle either side of the chair, causing me to jolt and rock a little on his pelvis. He yelps and grabs my hips, stilling me.

      ‘Play nicely now. Best behaviour for the lady.’

      The tips of our noses touch. I pretend to bite him, snapping my teeth together. He forces a kiss, which I pretend to struggle against, enjoying as ever the combative nature of our relationship.

      I emerge from the kiss panting and grinding my hips, violent joy coursing through my blood.

      ‘Are you going to behave yourself?’ he whispers. ‘Hmm?’ He gives my bottom a light smack.

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