“Why?”
“He wasn’t good enough.”
“Then who is it?”
“Again, what kind of imbecile would actually leave a clue like that?”
She doesn’t seem to like my logic, frowning with a pout. “Come on,” I encourage, passing a hand behind her back. “Let’s get a locker, and then you can take your revenge for the Donkey Kong high scores by beating my ass at whatever games you want.”
Just like that, her smile returns. “Good idea,” she approves. Once our coats are disposed of, I guide her to the area I mentioned. “Oh! Let’s try this one! I’ll definitely kick your ass,” she decides.
I follow her to the Mortal Kombat machine, amused by her competitiveness. I put my glasses on while she slides her card in, and the game starts. We play a few rounds, focused and determined. I’m not as adamant as she is about winning, but I still want to be a worthy opponent, so I give her a good fight. We diplomatically agree to stop when we reach a tie after six rounds.
Then, hooking her arm in mine, she takes me on a lazy stroll around, seeking our next game. We’re overdressed compared to everyone else here, so we attract a lot of eyes. Andrea, especially. She’s so stunning in that little dress that a few men blatantly stare as we walk by them. Whenever they meet my dangerous glare, though, they’re quick to look away.
When I suggest we try the giant Connect 4, she squints her eyes at me. “How many moves can you anticipate in advance?”
“It depends if I’m focused or not. But a lot.”
“Nice try, four eyes.” She tries to walk away with a laugh, but I keep her right there.
It doesn’t take us long to find games to try, and the timeless magic of this place kicks in. She wins at the car racing one, then at the air hockey. It’s only when she also wins at the giant Space Invaders that her suspicions arise. I notice her suspicious side looks, so I adjust my strategy. I’m not losing on purpose, but since I would rather see her glee every time she wins, I’m not trying very hard. And she’s genuinely good at this, so it’s not like I have to lower my usual skills that much.
About an hour in, even though I’ve occasionally come up first, she suspiciously asks, “You’re not letting me win on purpose, right?”
“Why would I do that?” I wonder.
“I don’t know. To make me happy? To get laid?”
The notion amuses me so much that I grin. “Something tells me I don’t need that to get laid.” Coming closer, I whisper the rest in her ear. “You’d let me fuck you even if I beat you at every single game in this room, wouldn’t you, Andrea?”
She lets out a warm, heavy breath that fans across my jaw and tries to step away. But I don’t allow it, resting a firm hand on her lower back.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“Yes, I’d let you.”
“Of course you would. You’ve been dying to have me inside you again, haven’t you?”
Another pant escapes her as her petite body shivers against me. “Yes…”
“I bet you think about it so much, my little dork, of all the ways I used to fuck you. I used to ram so hard into you, into your drenched and beaten little pussy, but you always begged for more. Why was that, Andrea?”
“Because I—I was a slut for you. For your cock…”
I didn’t expect that word to come out of her mouth, and I don’t think she did either, given the way she trembles against me at the admission. She always liked it when I pulled on her hair or extracted shameful confessions out of her. Maybe this, words like that, have the same kind of power on her. And frankly, she isn’t wrong.
“You were,” I confirm. “Such a greedy little slut for me that now, you lie alone in bed, wishing I could materialize and fuck you into the mattress.”
Her knees go lax, so my hold on her gets firmer. “I do,” she practically moans.
The fact that we’re surrounded by dozens of people is lost on me. Only we exist in this moment.
“Do you take that little toy out and fuck yourself with it, imagining it’s me?” I ask. She nods, her hand reaching up to grab my nape. “And when your tight little cunt comes around it, it isn’t enough, is it?” This time, she shakes her head. “Did you use it yesterday, like you said you would?”
“No, I-I wanted to wait.”
“For what?”
