Free Delecto - Games of Mastery (part 1) by Katrina Liss

mouthful. It was
stuffed with spinach, mascarpone and mint and was one of Bertrand's
greatest culinary efforts. I saw her eyes roll in pleasure. She
really did have the most wonderful, expressive eyes. I'd love to
see how they reacted to me, when I pushed her over the edge. I was
going to experience that eventually. However much pain she
inflicted on my body and ego in the process.
    We ate our meal
and had our creamy chocolate sundae and coffee. The conversation
found an easy pace. Her thorns were put aside for a while. Time
passed quickly and very pleasantly.
    At eight,
Bertrand appeared to say “Goodnight, I'm off duty, sir” in his
usual tactful style. I knew what he meant. He wasn't coming back in
the house until 7am tomorrow.
    Amanda consumed
a big glass of wine on top of the red. I wasn't sure she'd be sober
enough to drive... I would have to put her in a taxi. And drop her
car in town tomorrow. I thought I might suggest that. There was a
little left in the wine bottle, so I made an attempt to top up her
glass, raising the issue.
    She placed her
delicate hand over the glass. “No, no, no...no more.”
    “ You're
sure, I can arrange a taxi for you?” I topped my glass
instead.
    “ I'll
have to take a cab anyway, the alcohol's already affecting me. I
don't drink much.”
    “ It's not
a problem. I'll drop your car off tomorrow afternoon. I'm insured
to drive any car with the owner's permission.”
    “ It won't
be quite the same wonderful experience as driving yours,” she
giggled.
    “ Probably
not, but it's your car and you like it. That's all that
matters.”
    “ I'd
rather drive yours.”
    “ You can
drive it, if you like. Another time.”
    “ I meant
I'd like to drive it permanently.” She eyed me coyly from beneath
her sweep of eyelashes.
    Her expression
made me laugh.
    “ Ah well,
no can do. I'm not that generous. I'm rather attached to my
Jag.”
    We shared a
genuine smile. A gentle alcoholically induced buzz began to grow
between us. And with that I felt the throbbing in my groin start to
escalate.
    I was dying to
get closer, to touch her, but not sure how, without her approval.
And I couldn't imagine she'd give it. I had a little inspiration
pop in my head. It was worth a try.
    “ Mandy,
can I see your hair down. Would you mind?”
    She didn't
argue, but removed her band and shook her head, the curls tumbling
in a wild waterfall around her face. My stomach contacted tightly
in response.
    It was the most
gorgeous hair I'd ever laid eyes on. She was the most gorgeous
thing. Period.
    “ Beautiful. And so much of it. Can I touch it, please?” I
waited with bated breath for permission, expecting her
refusal.
    She laughed, a
high pitched, sweet, tinkly laugh that set me alight.
    “ You want
to touch my hair?”
    “ I'll
settle for that, I don't suppose I can touch much else, can
I?”
    “ Oh go on
then. If you must.” She smiled at me, in an amused way.
    I was guessing
the wine must have loosened her inhibitions and dulled her previous
objections to me substantially. This was a very positive
development, and more than welcome. She was finally letting me in
her personal space.
    I rose from the
table and circled behind her. I stood close, as close as I could,
her shoulders in line with my hips. My eager hands dipped under her
hair. I laid it all down her back and smoothed it in place. A
wonderful wavy, curly, river of dark sin lay before me. I grabbed
handfuls and squeezed the curls, crushing them in my palms. They
were as soft as silk. I wrapped long strands around my wrists and
played with it, like it was my favorite toy.
    “ Don't
enjoy yourself too much, Seb.” Her voice was breathy. She was
enjoying it too, and, I suspected, quite a lot.
    I leaned down
and whispered in her ear, so she could feel my breath as I spoke.
“I wouldn't dare to enjoy myself too much with you, that would be
deserving of a tongue lashing, wouldn't it?” I chuckled at my sense
of humor, and silently noted her heaving