The Game Levels Up

Chapter 5: Shivers in the open

It was a balmy March evening for spring. We were out and about in a cosy little restaurant in the center of our village. The subdued atmosphere, impeccable white tablecloths, shiny cutlery and hushed conversation created a cocoon where intimacy could take on a thousand forms.

Val had put on her little black dress, flowing and backless. And nothing underneath. It was a good omen for me. She sat opposite me, slowly, crossing her legs under the table, the fabric riding up just enough to tease without ever revealing too much.

Quickly, I saw that her eyes weren't riveted solely on me. A man, alone at a nearby table, was discreetly watching us. Watching us? Well, I should say he was watching Val in particular. He must have been about forty, elegant, slightly grizzled. His gaze was calm, curious, but not intrusive. Val had of course noticed his presence and his looks. And she decided to play along.

Throughout the meal, she would cast sidelong glances, sometimes at me, sometimes at him. She played with her cutlery, caressing the spoon with her lips, brushing the base of her throat with her fingertips as if she wanted to wipe away an imaginary drop of wine. Every gesture seemed calculated. Just suggestive enough to disturb. Never too vulgar. He must have thought her beautiful, I was proud and disturbed.

I saw the man stare at her for a long time. Their eyes met occasionally, and Val held his gaze every time. Not for more than a few seconds, but with a burning intensity.

- You like him, don't you?

- He looks at me as if he wants to imagine me naked," she answered in a whisper. And I love it. Do you like it too? I feel like I'm naked.

I nodded. She bent over slightly, revealing her breasts beneath the fabric. Then she slowly spread her legs under the table. I saw a shiver pass through the man's eyes. He'd seen it all. And he remained stoic, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.

I almost spat out my wine. I didn't know if he'd understood what she'd just said.

At the end of the meal, Val stood up slowly, dropping her napkin to the floor. When she bent down to pick it up, she was careful to turn her back towards him. The dress slid down her thighs, revealing almost too much. I saw the man straighten up slightly, as if to get a better look.

She straightened up slowly, smiled at the man, and took me by the arm.

- Come here. I'm too hot. Let's pay and go home.

In the car, she laughed softly. She was very excited.

- He undressed me with his eyes throughout the meal. I felt naked, and you let me?

I smiled at her.

- I watched you do it. And I loved every second of it. And frankly, I think he'll remember it tonight when he goes to bed. She tapped me on the shoulder, but I sensed she was flattered. Our night was warm. I thought of that man and the way he looked at her, watching Val's back and buttocks under my strokes. Val must be thinking of him too, I thought... Maybe she was imagining him, behind her, in our bedroom, right now. She reached her first orgasm very quickly. She let herself be manipulated, she didn't look at me at all afterwards. As if to fall asleep next to him, washed out.

Chapter 6: Temptation between the paintings

It was an autumn afternoon. The kind of day when fresh air awakens the senses. We'd decided to visit a temporary exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art. A bit boring in my opinion, I have trouble understanding this kind of art. Abstract, too much for me. So I mostly looked at Val.

Val wore tight white pants, a flowing, half-open shirt and a discreet black bra that played hide-and-seek with her movements. Under her arms, the shirt yawned a lot and, depending on the angle, you could see her breasts under the black lace. I pretended to be interested in these works of art, but the only work of art I could see was this beautiful woman. As soon as we arrived, she was in a playful mood, I could tell by the way she walked, more feline than usual.

It was in front of a nude expressionist painting that he appeared. Tall, dark, tight-fitting, very clean. He took great care of himself. He looked at the painting, then slowly looked away from Val. He peered furtively through the opening in her blouse. Their eyes met and remained locked for a few seconds. She smiled broadly; she'd understood.

Val approached me, pressing her pelvis against mine, but she wasn't looking at me. She was staring at him. Slowly, she ran her fingers down my shirt, as if testing my reaction... or hers. I remained motionless, only my fingers moving and palpating her, a spectator in a game I had no control over. I touched her in front of him. He looked at me, then turned his head away.

In the next room, she moved away to a bench, as if attracted by an abstract sculpture with female eyes and forms. A fortuitous but comical coincidence. The man followed her with his eyes. Then, without hesitation, relaxed, he approached and sat down beside her. At a reasonable distance, but ready to cross the line.

I stood in a corner, behind a column, my heart pounding, spying on them.

She crossed her legs slowly, revealing more skin than necessary. He turned his torso slightly towards her. I saw him say a few words, but heard nothing. She replied with a smile. Then she placed a hand lightly on the back of the bench, her fingers coming up to his shoulder.

He took the opportunity to adjust his position. His knee brushed hers. She didn't move.

I felt a burning jealousy welling up inside me. But also a troubled excitement. She was playing with fire. I expected him to try and kiss her, but I couldn't move. Like a spectator on a film set. It was hard not to intervene and cut off this seductive momentum. My senses were on the alert, trying to hear their words, watching every move. What was she going to do?

A few minutes passed. I saw her tilt her head slightly towards him, as if to hear better... or to offer him her neck. And he leaned in. His hand slid slowly down her back, stopping just short of the small of her loins. He was touching her.

She closed her eyes. She was enjoying it. He had to compliment her. But what about me? I was suffocating.

He touched her hip, then moved his hand away slightly. She opened her eyes again, glanced at my hiding place. She knew I was watching her. And she smiled, tauntingly.

She murmured a few more words, then stood up. He remained seated. She looked at him one last time before coming over to me.

- You've been good," she said softly.

- You drove me crazy.

- That was the point.

Then she took me to a discreet corner of the room, in front of a security camera. She took my hand and guided it firmly between her thighs. Her excitement was palpable. I could feel her desire. Mine was growing too.

- Now it's your turn.

And all I wanted to do was regain control. Of her body, of course, but also of her mind.

Chapter 7: Back to the hotel

We quickly left the museum in a tense silence. Val walked in front of me, her step light, almost dancing. I followed, fists clenched. I was excited, frustrated, jealous... and terribly attracted.

When we arrived at the hotel, not far from the museum, she opened the door to our room without a word. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was provoking me, testing me. And I was on fire.

She sat on the bed, crossing her legs. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and let the fabric slide down to her shoulders. Her gaze never left mine.

- Did you enjoy watching?" she asked, her voice soft.

I nodded, unable to speak.

- He could have touched me a bit more, he was very handsome, you know? Would you have let him?

I approached her without answering, my heart beating wildly.

- Were you jealous?

- Yes. Insanely jealous," I murmured.

She smiled provocatively. Then she stood up, facing me, and slipped my hands over her waist.

- Show me how far you're willing to go to keep me.

I pressed her against the wall, my lips against hers, our tongues mingling in a devouring kiss. My hand went down between her thighs, up her dress to her panties. She was wet. Definitely warm and open.

She moaned against my mouth.

- Here, now," she ordered.

I swung her around, her torso against the wall. She spread her legs, arched her back. I hastily unzipped my pants and penetrated her in one go. I slid my turgid sex into hers like butter. She screamed with pleasure, her hands pressed to the wall, her loins arched.

I made love to her with rage, with need, with all the tension built up in the museum. This wasn't going to be a rally, but rather a sprint between me and her. Every lick was a response to this cruel and delicious game. She laughed between moans, as if she'd won.

But in the end, it was she who begged.

- More... don't stop... more...

- do you want more? Harder or faster?

- Shut up and take me, harder, I want to come, fast...

And I continued, until the final explosion. We were in seventh heaven at the same time, whaouh, it was strong, I came inside her, deep inside. We ended up tangled on the bed, panting, our bodies trembling. I didn't want to let her go.

She rested her head on my chest and whispered:

- That was great, but it's only the beginning. Shall we continue? Are you ready?

I wasn't sure. But I no longer had a choice. She had me, I was her prisoner.

- Yes, my love, of course we go on. I love you.

Chapter 8: The message

It had been a long day, punctuated by meetings, endless e-mails and the incessant buzz of colleagues around me. I'd bumped into Mme Renoir twice. I hadn't seen Val since the morning. A quick kiss, a cup of coffee, and then on to my day.

At around 3 p. m., as I emerged from a particularly soporific meeting, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A notification: a video message from Val.

Intrigued, I opened it immediately. I saw her in a state of undress and realized that this wasn't an impersonal message like others, but something more special. I think my colleague saw it briefly, but he pretended not to.

I isolated myself in a deserted corridor, put on my headphones and started the video.

The screen lit up, showing our bedroom. Val was there, sitting on the bed, wearing only one of my T-shirts, with a few holes in it. She likes to wear my old T-shirts at night. She held the telephone at arm's length in front of her. Her smile was mischievous, her eyes full of mischief.

- Hello, my love... I miss you. So I picked up the phone this morning. I made you a little present. Want to see?

She set the phone lower down, placing it on the bedside table. The angle changed, in a gentle low angle, and I could see her lying on the bed, slowly spreading her thighs.

- I woke up thinking of you," she continued, slipping a hand under the shirt. You know I love the smell of you on it...

Her fingers slipped between her legs, and a long sigh escaped her lips.

- You're in a meeting, aren't you? Working hard? Are you hard? I work hard too... but in a different way. I take care of myself the way you'd like to right now.

She caressed herself gently, her other hand playing with her breasts under the fabric.

- Are you watching me? Are you hard already? I hope you're somewhere quiet... Away from your female colleagues.

Her moves became more insistent, her moans more marked. She bit her lips, ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. A woman in all her splendor, her animality. She spoke in a tiny voice.

- I can just see the look on your face. I know the look. Jealous. Excited. And there's nothing you can do, is there? You can only wait until tonight... if I let you touch me. But right now, you can't. But I can, and I'm going to. I'm thinking of you.

She arched her back, panting, her legs trembling.

- I'm going to come for you... just for you... by the time you see this video, it'll already have happened. It can't be avoided. There's nothing you can do but save yourself for me tonight.

And she tipped over into orgasm with a muffled cry, biting and sucking the sleeve of my t-shirt.

The video stopped there. The screen went black again.

I froze, breathless. I wanted her. Right here. Now.

A new message appeared at once:

*Think of me until tonight... and don't relieve yourself, you rascal. I want to feel you tense up when I get home... "* She forbade me to touch myself, damn ! too hard, I was hot as hell.

I put my phone back in my pocket. The day had just gotten a lot longer.

Chapter 9: Coming home

The door slammed behind me. It was a little after 7 p. m., and I had barely crossed the threshold when my mind was already entirely absorbed by it. The apartment was bathed in darkness and calm. But there was an electric tension in the air, that of restrained desire.

My thoughts kept returning to the video Val had sent me at work. I'd watched it three or four times to completion in my office, in the bathroom... It had left me in a constant state of excitement.

Her. Val. The one who had taken possession of my mind all day, cut off my interest in anything other than the urgent desire to find her. The one whose sighs and moans had kept me in a state of unbearable tension.

I put my keys down on the hall table, removed my shoes in a hurry. The living room was silent. Too quiet.

A familiar scent wafted through the air. Hers. And that soft, slightly sweet smell she wears when she wants to play.

I found her in the bedroom. Lying on the bed, naked, half-covered by the sheet, which reached all the way up to her magnificent buttocks. The subdued light caressed her curves. She was holding her phone, recording me as she saw me enter.

She looked at me, a smile in her eyes.

- What took you so long, Monsieur," she murmured, stretching slowly.

I froze for a moment. The word struck me: "Sir". She'd never used it before. Something had switched.

- Are you tense?" she asked with a slow smile. Have you been thinking about me, like I asked you to?

- Are you provoking me again already, Val?

She straightened slowly, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and knelt on the bed.

- 'I'm sorry, sir,' she said, lowering her eyes with false docility.

I stepped forward, removing my belt without taking my eyes off her. She shivered. I was tense, and she could feel it.

- You didn't crack, did you, sir? Have you been good? Have you been thinking about me all afternoon?" she said, slowly straightening up, revealing her erect breasts.

I approached her without a word. She spread her legs, inviting, confident.

- Let me check, sir.

Her hand slipped into my pants and she immediately felt my painful erection.

- Ah... perfect," she breathed. I love it when it's ready to explode.

She pulled me on top of her, but just before I kissed her, she gently pushed me away.

- No... tonight, I'm the one who decides.

She sat me down on the edge of the bed, then knelt between my legs. Slowly, she undressed me, taking her time as if each gesture were a delicious punishment.

- Look at me," she said. You've been looking at me all day, I know, now I want to see you melt.

Her mouth settled on me with calculated slowness. Every movement was controlled, every gaze planted in mine. She sucked me with an almost ceremonial intensity, her hands firmly gripping my hips, preventing me from moving. She went down as far as she could, pulling my hips towards her head and forcing her lips to go deeper and deeper.

I felt like a prisoner of her game, of her desire, of her will. I let myself go and savored this sweet moment suspended in time.

When she sensed that I was on the edge, that my muscles were reacting, she stopped.

- Not yet," she whispered, climbing on top of me to straddle me slowly.

She slid over me with a contained moan, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again to stare at me.

- Do you see what you're doing to me? All day I've been thinking about this. Of you. Inside me.

She undulated, dominating me, provoking me. My desire rose again, even more powerful, and I held back as best I could. Suddenly I put my hand on her chin and forced her to look up at the ceiling.

- You've managed to drive me crazy all day. And now you're going to pay for it.

She nodded, instantly docile again. A complete turnaround, like a bristling feline who suddenly feels inferior to his rival, puts away his claws and bows his head. I made her lie down on her stomach. My hands roamed her hips, her thighs, her firm buttocks, which I caressed at length.

- Close your eyes, even your mouth and open your legs, wide" I ordered. It was as if a different character (perhaps this « Sir ») had entered my mind and was guiding my words and my body.

She obeyed immediately, trembling. I knelt behind her, dominating her with my whole body. My hard cock slid into the crack of her buttocks, between her thighs, against her warm, moist lips.

I took her slowly, penetrating her while holding her firmly by the hips or by the nape of her neck.

- You're mine, Val. Say it.

- I'm yours, Sir... I'm yours... do with me what you want.

Her words made me lose control. I accelerated my thrusts with authority, holding her head to the side and tucking her hair into the pillow, savoring her submission, her controlled moans. This woman, so in control this morning, was no longer in control at all.

I leaned over her ear and let go of her hair:

- Look ahead. My phone is recording you. You're going to show me how obedient you are.

She turned her head and saw her own reflection in the blackened screen. This made her gasp harder.

I turned her around, settled between her legs and plunged into her forcefully, grabbing her wrists above her head.

- Keep telling me who owns you.

- You do, Sir... I belong to you... only you...

Her voice trembled. Her pleasure was rising, uncontrollable. She arched her back under me, pushing her pelvis towards me and I felt her pleasure burst. A few more thrusts and I joined her in a moan, the orgasm ripping all the air from my chest.

When I dropped down beside her, she snuggled up against me, smiling, her cheeks rosy and her thighs still trembling.

- I think this is the best video we've ever made," I said, retrieving my phone.

She was speechless.

- You recorded... all this?

I showed her the screen. The image was perfect. She smiled, mischievous, satisfied, amused at having fallen into my little trap, after having played that trick on me at work.

- That was good, you'll have to send it to me" she said, laughing softly. It was worth every second of the wait. Totally in agreement, I'd just made myself a second, quick but intense video memory.

Chapter 11: The Reverse Game

The following weekend, Val suggested a trip downtown. It was a warm day, and she was wearing a light, flowing, bra-less dress. Her eyes sparkled with a glint I knew well - a mixture of excitement and mischief.

- Today, I'm in charge," she said simply as we got into the car.

I looked at her, intrigued. She said no more.

We stopped at a café on the terrace. The place was lively, almost crowded. She sat down opposite me, crossed her legs slowly and stared at me.

- You don't touch anything, you don't say anything. You do what I say, okay?

I nodded, curious. The waiter arrived, a young man not much older than us. Val smiled brightly, almost too warmly. Her shoulders straightened, her tone softened. She played the seductive, free, slightly provocative woman to perfection. And I was invisible.

I didn't like that feeling.

As we talked, she slowly uncrossed her legs. I caught a glimpse of her bare inner thigh and realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She knew I'd noticed.

She discreetly took out her phone and put it on the table. The screen was on, camera on. She subtly spread the flaps of her dress under the table, filming the space between her thighs. I saw it all. And there was nothing I could do.

Suddenly, she stood up.

- I'm going to the bar to get something. You stay here, sir.

She gave me a mischievous look and walked away, her dress billowing around her. At the bar, she struck up a conversation with the waiter. I watched them from the table. She laughed at his jokes, leaned over to talk, touched his arm playfully. The waiter was clearly under her spell. And then I saw her discreetly slip a piece of paper into her hand. She'd just given him something.

When she returned, she sat down, triumphant. She looked at me, a smile on her face.

- I gave her your number. Just to see... if you care.

I was flabbergasted, torn between fury, jealousy and a burning fire in the pit of my stomach. Why give her my number and not hers? This game had reached a new level.

She took my hand and slipped it under her dress, and turned her face to the waiter.

- See what it did to me? Prove to me that I'm yours. Tonight. But not here. Not right now.

And she laughed. She'd won that round. But I had a feeling there was more to come.

Chapter 12: The game becomes clear

The message arrived late, just before midnight.

A simple one:

"Hi beautiful... I know it's a bit late, but I couldn't fall asleep without telling you that I've been thinking about you all day. You've made my night. I really hope to see you again. You left me your number, didn't you?

It was the waiter at the bar. He thought he was writing to Val.

I stared at the screen for a long time. A strange mixture of jealousy, pride and excitement ran through me. I hesitated. Then I typed a reply, short-circuited by an impulse I couldn't name.

"I've been thinking about you too... you've had a good look at me. Did you like what you saw?"

He answered almost immediately.

"So much. I wish your guy would leave for a few minutes... If I'd known, I'd have given you my number straight away. I would have even liked to kiss you."

My heart was beating faster. I felt like I was caught in a trap of my own making - but I loved it.

"What if I told you I'd thought about it too? That I wished you'd touched me, right there under the table?"

The phone vibrated again.

"Fuck... you drive me crazy. I want you. I'm quiet and all alone right now, and I've got your body, your smile and your look on my mind."

I was hot. Val was in the bathroom. The water was still running.

I continued.

"What would you want, if I were next to you now? Tell me. Describe me."

He played along, without restraint. For ten long minutes, he confided in me his fantasies about her - about her body, her voice, her attitude at the bar. He was ready for anything. He wanted to see her again, alone, without me.

I hadn't planned to answer for so long... nor to feel so excited. Whether to suppress the discussion, hide it or confess everything to Val, I was undecided.

Then Val came out of the bathroom. She saw my face, my flushed cheeks, and slowly approached me, towel around her body.

- Are you hiding something from me? Who are you talking to?

As she could see through me in the blink of an eye, I showed her the screen. She raised an eyebrow and read the messages... and remained silent for a long moment, speechless.

- You pretended to be me?

I nodded and widened my eyes, feigning humor as an excuse.

She sat down on the bed, crossed her legs and looked me in the eyes.

- Did it turn you on? You were very direct. Is that how I write?

- Yes.

- And you want me to continue the game with him?

I didn't answer. My gaze was enough.

Then she reached out, took the phone and wrote slowly:

"Tell you what... if you're good, maybe I'll give you something. An image. A vid. A voice. A secret."

She watched me as she typed. Her towel slipped a little. She moved closer, still holding the phone.

- Will you let me have a little fun?" she whispered. Not for him. For you. For us.

I could only nod. This game was amusing me and I was getting impatient. She sat on me, naked, her breath warm against my ear.

- I'll warm him up... while you're here. Right here. Seeing everything. Hearing everything, and without saying anything, I don't want to hear you. Don't censor me.

And the game leveled up. I decided to leave her in complete privacy and save the surprise for later. My surprise for later.