Title: Playing Games

  Authors: Sarah ([email protected]) and Alex ([email protected])

  Rating: NC-17

  Category: Romance

  Status: Complete

  Spoilers: None

  Disclaimer: Croeso Y Cymru

 

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  Rick pushed open the front door and sighed, brushing off his jacket. It had been raining all day and he had got caught out in it. He fumbled around for the coat peg, wondering why the hell it was so dark. "Evie?" he called out. "Evie, I'm home." 

 

  There was a quick noise and then silence. In an instant, the cold  metal brushed against his throat and her hands grabbed his collar.  "Don't move. Don't even think about moving." Her voice was seductive and low. 

 

  He immediately froze, swallowing hard. "What are you doing?" he asked nervously, beginning to sweat a little. "Why aren't the lights on?" He squinted, trying to see what she was doing, but it was so dark he could only just make out the shape of her figure standing before him.

 

  "Shhh," she whispered into his ear. Her hands moved around from his back and slowly down his front. She worked at the buckle of his belt with one hand while keeping the hilt of the knife against his throat with the other. She then slipped her hand inside his pants, pushing against him. "I suggest you don't move."

 

  If he hadn't been scared before, he definitely was now. He didn't know what the hell had come over her and he squirmed awkwardly a little, trying to get away from the sharp blade against his throat. His breathing had quickened and he jumped when her hand pushed against him. He was nervous and uneasy about all this, but that didn't stop his cock from getting hard and he closed his eyes, moaning quietly.

 

  She groped at him a little, stroking her fingers underneath his cock and feeling him swell within the confinements of his pants. She then slowly pulled her hand back and away from him. She didn't do anything about bothering to unzip his pants. She backed away from him and into the darkness, changing her voice a bit. She was having fun with this game. "I'm not your pretty little wife." She was thankful she had blown the fuse so that he couldn't see her. She wouldn't even tell him it was her. 

 

  His blood ran cold at that statement and he shivered. "Who are you?" he whispered, wishing he could see. She had moved away from him now and he quickly turned to the light switch, flicking it, but when nothing happened, he realised there must have been a power cut or something. He bit his lip, squinting into the darkness. He couldn't even see her. Maybe she wouldn't be able to see him either and he began to edge his way along the wall slowly.

 

  "Someone very, very close to you," she whispered, picking up the rope and stepping up to him again. "Now, I am going to do things to you that your little wife wouldn't. I know you don't really love her anyway." She smiled wondering how he was going to respond to that. She ran the blade of the knife along his shirt.

 

  Despite the fear that he felt, he growled a little. "How dare you say things like that?" he asked, starting to get angry. He pulled away from her roughly. Sure, she was only a woman, what harm could she do to him?  "I don't know who you are, but I want you the hell out of here, now."

 

  She smiled. At least he was loyal. She stroked her fingers over his chest. Moving closer to him, she began unfastening the buttons on his shirt. "You'll like this, I promise."  

 

  "The hell I will," he told her, struggling against her weight which pinned him to the wall. He knocked away her hands and was about to push her away when she brought the knife back to his throat again. He froze once more. "Put the knife away," he said slowly.

 

  "I don't think so," she told him, and pressing it tighter against him. She reached for his hand and brought it slowly down her breast, choking in a sigh of pleasure before moving his hand between her legs. "I'm very warm, aren't I?"

 

  Well, his struggling hadn't worked, but now he began to see another way out of this. If he just got her distracted enough, that might give him the chance to turn the tables on her. His hand moved between her legs, feeling the slickness there and he pushed his fingers against her. She moaned a little and eased up on the pressure on his throat. "Not only warm, but wet too," he told her, getting ready to make his move.

 

  "I see, and do you do this with your little wife?" She knew what he was planning to do and she pushed the knife tighter against him, making sure he wouldn't falter. "Is she as warm as I am? As wet?" she asked and pushed her face into his chest. She had tied her hair up in a bun so that he wouldn't be able to feel her familiar curls.

 

  "I don't think that's really any of your business," he said softly, cursing silently when she moved the blade tighter against his skin. So much for trying to distract her. He abruptly pulled his fingers away from her body, grinning at her sounds of frustration. 

 

  "I'm making it my business," she said, reaching for his hand. "Now I want you to touch me. Then I will touch you and this will all end in a fabulous display of affection. You love me, not her. You just don't know it yet." She directed his fingers into her mouth, licking the secretions off before moving his hand back them back between her legs.

 

  He snorted with indignation, yanking his hand away. He grabbed hold of her hand which held the knife to his throat and pushed it away, turning so that he could escape. Apparently, she was quicker than he was and she tripped him, sending him flying to land on the hard floor with a grunt of surprise, getting the wind knocked out of him.

 

  She threw herself down on him, quickly pulling out the rope and tying his wrists to one of the chairs. "Tsk, tsk....play nice or this will be painful. Now tell me about your wife." She pushed the knife against him. "I want to hear you speak of her."

 

  He struggled helplessly against his bonds, swearing loudly. "Why are you doing this?" he asked angrily. "What the hell do you want from me?" He lashed out with his feet but that was useless seeing as she was straddling his stomach. "Get off me," he warned.

 

  She lowered her lips to his, smiling. "Oh, I think it's obvious what I want," she whispered as she claimed his mouth for her own. "I want to kiss you." She pushed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him with passion and lust. "I want you to give up your wife for these few moments."

 

  "Anything you say," he agreed sweetly, waiting for her to lower her mouth to his again. Her lips hung tantalisingly above his own and he waited for her to move. When she did, he let her kiss him, opening his mouth to her, but remaining passive. He waited until her tongue entered his mouth and then he bit her.

 

  She sat up and squealed, backing away into a corner. She had tears in her eyes that he had caused her such pain and she hurried off into the bathroom. She opened the door and turned on the light so that she could take a look. She tasted blood. Oh wonderful, Rick...no sense of humour. At least he was tied up and couldn't leave.

 

  Rick almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her squeal and it was when he realised who it actually was. Only one person in the world squealed like that and he was torn between feeling confused, angry and guilty. She had already run off from him and he cursed, trying to get free, making a god-awful racket. "Evelyn!" he yelled, struggling harder. "What in God's name were you thinking?!"

 

  She finally hurried back into the room and put her foot on his stomach. "Will you stop hurting me?" she snapped. "Don't call me Evelyn, unless you have some sick notion of making love to your wife when you aren't with her." She sat back down on his stomach.

 

  He frowned at her, wondering what on earth she was trying to pull here. He really was sorry about biting her, but he hadn't known it really was her. "I'll stop hurting you if you agree to do the same thing to me," he said, still trying to guess what she was up to.

 

 "Go ahead and do your worst," she told him as she ran the knife along his skin lightly. "I'm not your bloody wife. She's at work, but I however, am someone very close to her." She began to cut off the buttons of his shirt. "You love me, not her and you know it."

 

  "Oh-kay," he said slowly, holding very still as she cut up his shirt with the knife. He held in a breath when she got to the last one, opening his shirt. He shivered a little as the cool air of the house ran over his bare skin. "Are you done with that now?" he asked, hoping she would finally get rid of the damn thing.

 

  She dropped the knife, brushing her lips over his ear and nipping at his skin. "I don't think your wife is ever coming back to you, Mr. O'Connell. I've done something with her so that you and I can be together." She was doing well at disguising her voice and she kissed his lobe, sucking on it lightly before pushing her tongue into his ear.

 

  "Oh really," he said slowly, trying to keep cool, but he couldn't help the little grunt of surprise that slipped from his mouth when she focused her attentions on his ear. He gasped out softly. His ears were very sensitive places, dammit. "And what have you done with her?"

 

  "Oh, she's just locked up at work. I slipped something into her drink and when she didn't pass out, I simply cracked her head. She bled a bit but...." She pressed her lips against his. Oh, how she loved his mouth. It was so wonderful and she couldn't help but sigh and then turned it into a low growl so that he wouldn't catch on. "Now I can claim you as mine, not that little twit of a wife you have. Pitiful little thing. I doubt she does anything for you."

 

  "I wouldn't say that," he murmured, letting her kiss him. He didn't do anything to resist, nor did he kiss her back. He just lay there passively, breathing hard. His wrists had been rubbed raw from when he had pulled against his bonds and for now, he didn't do anything.

 

  "I'll loosen the bonds if you promise to comply to my every whim," she said softly, running her hands through his hair. "God, I love you," she whispered under her breath and rubbed her cheek against his lips.  

 

  "All right then. Untie me and I'll do anything you say," he told her, knowing that was a blatant lie. The minute she unfastened the knots, he would show her who was in control around here. He shifted a little, waiting for her to make a move.

 

  "Oh, darling, of course," she whispered and began to loosen the knots. She took them off, bringing his wrists to her lips and kissing the raw skin.

 

  He sat up, letting her soothe his sore flesh. He let her touch him gently and although it felt good, he had to shift the balance of power. He moved his hands to her shoulders slowly, running his hands up and down her arms. When she shivered with pleasure, he took the  opportunity to roughly push her away from him, sending her crashing into a nearby chair as he struggled to his feet.

 

  "Oh, Christ, what was *that* for?" she asked softly, rubbing her back. Both of them were almost entirely naked and she stared at his dark outline in the pitch black of the room. She swallowed and took a couple of deep breaths. It was a good thing they were locked in, otherwise she would be worrying about him running out into the rain to avoid her.

 

  "You can play rough, but I can't?" he asked mockingly. "So what, you really expected me to just lie there and follow your every command?" He grinned. "Sorry, but that's just not my style. Catch me if you can!" And with that, he ran off out of the darkened room.

 

  She sighed and chased after him. She followed through the darkened house, thankful that she had done this so many times growing up that  she had the way around the dark manor committed to memory. 

 

  He could hear her gaining on him and he cursed under his breath. Although running off had seemed like a good idea at the time, he wasn't doing a very good job of it. He couldn't see a damn thing because it was so dark and he kept stumbling into things on the way. He bit his lip, trying to stay quiet even though he was making enough of a noise knocking things over. 

 

  She finally caught up with him and tackled him. She claimed his mouth with hers as soon as they hit the floor and she nipped at his lips and tongue with such passion and devotion. 

 

  He groaned in pain when he fell and gasped at the ferocity of her kisses. He couldn't help but let his eyes fall shut, letting her plunder his mouth, bringing a hand to the back of her head to hold her there. He relaxed into it, following her tongue back into his mouth and then yelping in surprise when she bit him.

 

  "Sorry," she mumbled as she ran her hands along his face and cheek.  "Quite a kisser you are." She leaned her head against his chest, moving her hands down to his pants and slipping her fingers inside a little.  

 

  He groaned when she pushed her fingers inside his pants, touching him gently and he arched his hips, trying to get more of the sensation. He lay beneath her panting, wishing she would just take the damn things off already. He was so hard, it was painful to still be confined in his pants. "Okay, you caught me," he whispered. "Now are you gonna touch me?"

 

  She was shocked that he would so easily cheat on her and in her anger, she slapped him hard. "Ooooh I'll touch you all right." She wanted to just get up and leave him there, but she had started this game, so she would finish it. She practically ripped off his pants.

 

  He flinched when she slapped his face, wondering what he had done wrong. He didn't move his hips to assist her when she tore at his pants, just lay there in surprise that she had hit him. He suddenly began to regret what he'd just said and he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

 

  "For what?" she growled. She ran her fingers down to his cock, taking him into her hand roughly. She began working and kneading the hard flesh and wondered if he ever thought about doing this with other women besides her.

 

  His eyes rolled back into his head when she started to touch him and it would have been intensely pleasurable had she not been so rough with him. He sighed when she touched his hot flesh, then whimpered when she jerked him hard. "You're hurting me," he mumbled, but he couldn't help his hips from rising and falling steadily to meet her movements.

 

  She wasn't sure she was enjoying this game anymore. The thought of her husband doing this with anyone other then her hurt. She pulled her hand back and brushed aside her tears that had welled in her eyes. "Do forgive me, but you know we decided to play rough," she said, her voice catching in her throat. She sat up, throwing off her undergarments and moved so she was sitting on her knees, his head between her legs.

 

  He licked his lips, inhaling the scent of her arousal as she hovered over him, waiting for his mouth to touch her. His hands grasped her thighs, pulling her down onto his face and he searched through her folds, searching for her clit. He latched on, sucking hard for a moment until she began moving her hips against his face and he bit her there, pulling back from her a little. "Well, since we're playing rough," he said smugly.

 

  She brushed away the tears and put her hands around his neck. "You certainly forget about your wife very quickly, don't you? You are easier then I thought," she told him and pushed herself back down onto his mouth, and thrusting her hips against his chin and nose. Whether she was angry or not, it still felt delightful.

 

  He whimpered a little when she pushed herself down hard against him, so hard that he could barely breathe. He gave in to what she wanted, running his tongue through her folds and lapping up her juices. His lips wrapped round her clit once more, sucking and tugging on it, but he didn't bite her this time.

 

  She shuddered and writhed, moving against him and finally, she felt her body tighten as she came. She could hardly breathe herself and she collapsed backwards onto him. His head was still between her legs but her back was upon his chest and she stared at the ceiling. "I can't wait to tell your wife what a good lover you are." 

 

  He gasped for air which was made all the more difficult by the fact that she was sprawled out on his chest. "I'm sure she already knows," he said softly, closing his eyes. Making love to her with his mouth had taken the edge off his need somewhat, but now he shifted his hips in desperate need of attention. Even her fondling him roughly was preferable to nothing at all and he moaned quietly.

 

  She turned a little so that she was laying on top of him. She truly wasn't sure about this anymore. "Mr. O'Connell, you sure thrust poor spoiled little selfish Evelyn aside easily enough. She must not mean much to you. Do I please you more?" she asked once again in those wicked tones, pretending not to care that he so easily cheated on her.  

 

  "No, not really," he said dismissively, letting his eyes fall shut. His arms lay limply by his side and he sighed deeply, wondering what she was getting out of this. His eyes opened once more to stare up at the ceiling. "Why are you doing this?" he asked softly. "What's in it for you?"

 

  "I got to choke your wife in a closet and steal what was rightfully mine," she whispered and ran her fingers over his lips. She was at least thorough to the point where she had taken off her wedding band to make sure he knew there was no ring on her finger.  

 

  He turned his head to the side, avoiding her fingers and he sat up, pushing her away. "Well, you've had your fun, I think you'd better leave now," he said quietly, getting slowly to his feet, staggering a bit as a headrush dizzied him.

 

  She tugged him down back to the floor. "Who said you could go anywhere?" She was sniffling now and she pushed her face into his belly. "Don't you want to make love to me? Don't you?"

 

  "No, no I don't," he told her, not making any move to touch her. "The only person I want to make love to is my wife. I want Evelyn back. I don't want to play this silly game any more." He sighed, resting his head in his hands.

 

  She pushed her face into his stomach some more, starting to cry a little and she placed a couple of gentle kisses to his arousal.

 

  He sat still, letting her kiss him gently, but not moving away from her. He sighed though, as it felt so good to finally get some attention. His eyes closed and he bit his lip to stop any further noises escaping.

 

  She could tell he was relaxing and she moved up to kiss his lips with increased ferocity. She sat in his lap and held on for dear life. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, seductively brushing her cheek with his.

 

  "I'd rather you fucked me," he murmured, closing his eyes and letting his head tip back on his shoulders. His mouth was open and panting slightly, his lips swollen from her kisses. He nuzzled her cheek with his. "Well, since you seem to be the one who wants control tonight."

 

  "Tonight..." She chuckled and bit at his lower lip. "You act as though we have done this before." She sighed when she felt him push through her folds and took him easily inside, for of course, they had done this before.  

 

  He moaned deeply as he thrust into her, his arms quickly moving from his side to hold her waist and he buried his face in the side of her neck, nipping gently at her soft skin. He let her set the rhythm, allowing her to ride him at whatever pace she found acceptable and he groaned, holding onto her tightly.

 

  She moaned out and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, keeping her voice low. "God, Rick, I love you," she whimpered. "I love you so much, beyond any capacity to think..." She moaned again and pushed down hard onto him, tightening her inner muscles around him.

 

  He smiled against the skin of her neck when he heard that statement and gasped out in pleasure when her ride began getting a little more frantic. He thrust up hard as she pushed down onto him and God, it felt so good. His hands moved from her waist to her hair, pulling back a little from her so that he could kiss her lips, drowning his sounds of passion in her mouth.

 

  She wailed in pleasure and knew she was coming dangerously close to her peak as it was and she held to him for dear life.

 

  His arms tightened around her and he shoved into her, hard and fast, groaning harshly with every thrust into her body.

 

  "Oh yes...yes... YES!!!!" she screamed out loudly, her nails digging into his arms as she fell over the edge of her peak. She clenched her walls around him, gripping him tightly inside of her, leaving him hardly any room to thrust into her.

 

  He bucked up into her once, twice more and then his entire body stiffened as he came, spilling his juices inside of her as she clenched tightly around him. His forehead rested against hers and he panted hard. Once he had recovered somewhat, he got shakily to his feet, picking her up with him and holding her close, not pulling out of her yet. "I think it's time for bed now, sweetheart," he said softly as he carried her slowly up the stairs.

 

  "Shouldn't I go home now?" she asked, not giving up her gig yet. She didn't bother opening her eyes. This whole thing had made her somewhat sleepy and she wondered just what he thought he was doing taking another woman to bed. "Your wife will wonder what's up, if she finds another woman in her bed."

 

  "I don't think so," he laughed softly as they reached their room. He pushed the door open, kicking it shut behind them as he carried her over to the bed. He let her slide down his body, whimpering when he slipped out of her. He pulled back the covers and got into bed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. "Well, did you have fun tonight slapping me about a bit, Evie?" he asked slyly.

 

  "How did you know it was me?" she queried as she snuggled closer to him. "You sure didn't seem to know who I was, and I was a little hurt you would so easily go after another woman." She took her hair out of its bun and let it fall around her shoulders, breathing into his neck.

 

  "How could I not know it was you?" he told her, smiling. "Although at first I had doubts when you shoved that damn knife against my throat. I would never go after another woman sweetheart, you know there's only you. I knew it was you, honey, I could tell by your scent, by the way you touched me, how you responded to me..." he kissed her forehead gently. "I have to admit though, you gave me quite a scare. Why did you do it?" he asked softly.

 

  "Well, over breakfast, you told me that you didn't think I had it in me to be anything but gentle in bed. So I just had to prove you wrong," she informed him, kissing his neck. "I should have known you would recognise the little things about me. You have my body memorised," she whispered and ran her fingers through his hair.  

 

  "That I have," he murmured, snuggling closer to her. He yawned softly and closed his eyes. "Sorry about what I said to you earlier. Guess you proved me wrong." He smiled slightly. "Although if you ever decide to pull that stunt again, leave out the part with the knife next time." He sighed, nuzzling her cheek.

 

  "I promise darling, I promise," she said and yawned before curling closer into his arms, whispering her normal 'I love you's' before she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

 

  He tightened his arms around her, kissing her one last time before letting his own eyes fall shut as he joined her in her place of sleep.