“We always play games that you are good at. I think I should get to pick something that I’m good at for a change.”
We had just finished a game of Scrabble and he had lost. Again.
“I like to win. I try to pick things I’m good at. How else can I keep teasing you with all of my tortures?”
“A fair chance might be nice occasionally.”
“Pfft. As if,” I wave my hand at him and he snorts.
“Are you afraid of some friendly competition?”
I laugh. “You don’t honestly think that you’ll get a rise out of me with that, do you?”
He shakes his head. “I thought it might be worth a try.”
“Ok. You can pick the next game. However,” I look at him closely, “if I win, you have to provide me with 150 O’s before you get any playtime again.”
“And if I win?”
“Redemption, silly. You just said that you wanted a chance to win.”
“I choose Risk.”
I groan. “That is the world’s longest and most boring game. Fine. Pour me a glass of wine. And keep it coming.”
He sets up the board and we start. As usual, he starts off strong and I don’t. It’s not even that I can’t play, but that I get bored and just want it over with. So, what’s a girl to do?
When his turn comes, I slide my toes into his shorts and start wiggling them. “Stop that. That’s not fair.”
“You didn’t say ‘how’ I had to play. Take your turn.” I continue to stroke his cock with my toes and he glares at me. I calmly take a sip of wine and wait. As he finishes, I stretch.
“It’s really hot in here, isn’t it?”
“You are not,” he starts as I take off my shirt. “Yes, yes, you are.”
Each move brings me closer to winning and him more frustrated than ever. Finally, he gives up. “I can’t concentrate! This wasn’t what I meant when I asked to pick a game.”
“I never said that I couldn’t play two games at once. And, honestly? I won both of them. TECHNICALLY, you should owe me 300.”
“But I’ll be kind. 150. It’s really late, though, so I think you’ll have to wait for tomorrow to begin. Was redemption fun? I think we should play this game more often.”