Maverick guides me to the same room, and my secret man sits in his same spot. I think we’re going the same route when a deep, husky voice calls from in front of me. “You want to play a game, so let’s play a game.”
I look up, and the man is sitting with a slight smirk on his face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and circling a beer bottle down low between his fingertips.
Something about him intrigues me. His mystery. His demeanor. His everything.
I hear Maverick chuckle, and I respond, “What do you have in mind?”
“I’m in charge tonight. You. Do. What. I. Say,” he says all long and drawn out but keeping in his deep voice that reminds me of Batman and Bruce Wayne. It’s obvious this isn’t his real voice, and a part of me is dying to know why he’s going to such extreme lengths to conceal his identity. But the other part of me almost wants to jump for joy at the thought of not knowing and playing his little charade.
“What’s the fun in that for me?” I taunt.
Maverick grabs my arm, pulling me into him. “Dare you doubt us?”
Chills rush down my spine, the fear of the unknown sending my blood rushing through my veins as my heart beats what feels like a mile a minute.
“Never,” I whisper as Maverick’s hands reach up, cupping my breasts roughly at the same time, which only adds to my excitement. And fear.
“Good answer,” he whispers in my ear before he pushes me back against the bed.
I’m almost positive this is Professor Spence…Cole…my teacher…so if they want to play a game, I’ll play right along with them. I’ll let them think they’re in control, but at least for right now, I have the true upper hand.
“Strip,” Maverick demands.
“You didn’t say Simon says,” I taunt back while gripping my hands behind my back, pushing my breast up on display as I swing lightly back and forth.
His lips pull up to a smirk, and I know he likes the push and pull, yet another thing confirming this is truly him.
“Okay, Simon says take off your clothes.”
I grin, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I guess I have to because he said Simon says.
I hold it up to him, dangling it on one finger as I sit on the bed on my knees. “Do you want it?” I ask.
“Give it here,” Secret grunts out.
Both Maverick and I turn to him. For a second I forgot he was even here. Watching.
I fling my bra his way, and he catches it with ease, running it through his fingers and thoroughly examining it before looking back at me.
“You lose. I didn’t say Simon says,” he taunts when our eyes lock.
He stuffs it into his pocket before sitting back, taking another swig of his beer and giving us a nod to continue.
“Simon says undo my shirt,” Maverick commands, bringing the attention back to him.
My lips tilt up as I crawl over to where he’s standing and slowly start to undo each button, leaning in to kiss every spot I reveal, one inch at a time.
“Simon didn’t say kiss me,” Maverick points out, placing his finger under my chin and tilting it up to bring his lips to mine for a brief moment. “Who’s in control here?”
Secret speaks up in his same harsh voice, “I am.”
Every time he talks, shivers tingle down my spine. The mystery he’s holding makes me more excited, and when Maverick wraps his hand around my pussy, feeling the wetness seep through, he leans down to kiss me again.
“Should I be jealous?” he whispers into my ear. “Why do I get the feeling you like him more than me?”
I turn my attention to him. “Maybe I do.” I tilt my head to the side, giving him a sexy smile.
“But he hasn’t even touched you. I’m the one who made you cum last time.”
