How About a Wicked Game of Pool?

Have you ever gambled to get something tasty that you desire? Perhaps it’s simply a friendly game to waste away a steamy rain slicked July afternoon or something you do on a Saturday night at your local pub with all your friends. Either way, it’s just fun and games, right?

What if it was something else entirely? What if you decided that in order to win the heart and possibly the hot, sultry body of the guy you hunger for that you would do anything to try and garner his attention, even if that meant challenging him to a game he always bested you at? Think about the end game. Who would really win? Would you do it and what would you put up as stakes. Let’s think about the sultry setting…

Imagine a darkly lit bar where mostly men enjoy the tasty treats that a man cave can offer. Glance across the room with me. Can you see the slight haze of smoke from the pulsing lights, the illegal cigarette smoke and the myriad of televisions blaring every sports related activity that ESPN could offer? Inhale deeply. Do you smell the hint of stale beer, the aroma of spicy wings and the wafting of chili? Take a step inside and brush your hand across the cool wood of the pool table, the warm softness of the emerald green felt. Glance around the room at the neon flashing lights advertising everything from Budweiser to saucy margaritas. Aren’t you thirsty?

Now close your eyes an envision chalking the pool cue, getting it just right before you lean over, giving a seductive stance as you take the breaking shot. What did you hope for, solids or stripes? As you gaze down as the first purple ball twirls around the far right pocket, did you hold our breath until it dropped with a thud inside? Now, can you hear the approving grunts mixing with the electric rifts of Bon Jov? Hmmm…I think you have the feel of Lucifer’s Lair.

The man cave nestled in the heart of the Flamingo Rustler caters to all men rough and tumble and their manly desires from sports to rich foods. It’s the kind of joint that the liquor flows, the food is always tangy, the testosterone keeps everyone on edge…oh and women aren’t allowed.

Well, except for that special someone. Would you dare allow the hungry men to watch your game, knowing they are betting on the outcome? I wonder if you could allow your inhibitions to be thrust aside. Take a moment to think about it. My bet is…you would.

Now for another naughty taste of Wicked Wager Among Friends – Tales From Lucifer’s Lair. See how Veronica and Travis handle their wager. Careful – very hot!!

Travis glided directly in front of her and took her hand, kissing her palm gently. “You were saying?” It was time to leave and not only to save further embarrassment, but he wasn’t sure he could walk any longer as the dense material continued to bite into his rock hard cock. They would talk in the morning and figure out if this scenario was nothing more than a tease. But there was no doubt what he wanted; total control of her body, her passions and her very soul.

She sighed and seemed to have a bit of trouble looking at him in his eyes. “Um, I said…I was saying… So back to the game?”

Travis stared at her wide-eyed. So the little scenario was going to continue. There was one concern still planted firmly in his mind, if this did not work out then they could lose their friendship. They were selling their souls to the devil but he could see no way around it without hurting her feelings. Then again, he didn’t want to stop. He shivered and this time from the realization. “All right. Where were we?”

“Do you accept the wager?”

He could not believe she had never experienced having a cock in her ass. At that moment, he wanted to teach her the finer art so badly his mouth watered from the thought. “Absolutely.” To be the one to touch her sweet little bud and inch his way inside the tight warmth of her stirred his swollen balls. How the hell was he going to concentrate on a sinful game?

She grinned, swirled the last bits of liquor around in her glass and set down the dense crystal with deliberate movements. Picking up the pool stick, she eyed the glossy balls. Her entire body still shook from their little play on play. “I think it was my turn actually.” Veronica sauntered around the corner to take a shot and managed to get her feet tumbled together with the leg of the pool table. She grabbed the table and grinned, eyeing the bikers that stood watching with folded arms.

“Nervous little kitty vixen?”

“That’s wild cat to you.”

Travis chuckled and contemplated the amazing ramifications of what if. What if they had a torrid little affair that led to what he had teased relentlessly about with her and the night morphed into a threesome and possibly something beyond? What if she freaked out and refused to see him ever again? What if she couldn’t handle his branded needs for erotic sex and his requirements for her to submit her body to him to pleasure with rapture and pain?

And in that moment, he had second thoughts. Oh yes he did because he refused to hurt her. The coldest arctic feet slammed against his system like a fish out of water. What the living hell was he doing playing with a girl and his best friend and wanting to dominate her? Sex and friendship never mixed and he knew better. He also knew she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was a good little girl with conservative values. To bring her into the world of S & M was ridiculous and perhaps dangerous for her soul. No matter what she said, Veronica Spelling was not ready to be a submissive. As she leaned over the pool table and he caught the hint of her nipples, he froze. This had gone too far and he had to stop it. Immediately. “Veronica!”

His bedraggled word showered across her just as she took the shot.

And missed.

The entire room gasped as the ball seemed to tumble over two others and jump backwards on the table.

“Oh no!” The young biker gasped.

“Bloody hell!” Lucifer cried, edging forward.

Travis cringed. How the hell could the damn ball jump over her hands backward? “Fuck!”

She glared at the ball, turned as she heard the hiss of the crowd and then witnessed the wretched strained expression on his face. Her hand flew to her mouth.

Travis wheezed and stared at her shaking body. Her nipples fought the strain of the thin material and she appeared in shock, embarrassed and furious. And at that crazy moment, he wanted her desperately and knew he could make it work for all of them. His cock ached. His breath caught. Oh shit, this was not what either of them had expected. Damn, the ball was literally in his court.

“Oh God.” She hissed and dropped the pool cue, backing away.

The echo of her voice bounced in his head and he would walk the hottest fires of hell on earth to take back that ugly event. What the hell had he done?

She was utterly and completely mortified and rode the expression clearly across her shocked face. Tears blanketed her eyes and she wiped at them furiously. Coughing as a cover, she eased her way back from the pool table, picked up the stick casually and gave him a I-could-care-less glance. “Your turn.”

Travis sighed. Whether or not she had picked up on his mixture of feelings, he wasn’t certain but he damn well wasn’t going to add insult to injury. He grabbed the cue stick and strode over to the table. As he eyed the ball, he knew what he had to do. This would be easy now that she missed. God damn so much of this wicked game was his fault and while he hadn’t planned any of it, he knew there was a reason she wanted this, wanted to exercise something new. Why had she chosen to drive him crazy with her sex? Her beauty? Damn it! He caught a whiff of the wet heat of her desire and swallowed hard. He had to choose and to do the right thing for both of them.

“I’m waiting.” She feigned boredom.

“Honey, we’re all waiting.” Victor crowded around them.

He cursed to himself and stole a glance at her flushed face, but for all the wrong reasons. And it was his fault again. She would think he missed on purpose. “Some space big man?” Travis eyed the hulking biker and waited until he backed away.

Victor grinned. “Whatever you say, boy.”

Oh, the challenge was on and Travis could feel every heart beat in the room. They wanted him to miss.

Veronica stared directly into Travis’ eyes, a slight whimper forced from her mouth.

As he heard the sounds of men betting on the odds, he knew something had to give.

Hope you enjoyed!

Kisses…xxx

Cassandre

 

 

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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