Funny Games

It was strange, coming back to Dominic's estate. The sprawling grounds were the same—pristine, lavish, cold—but something about the air inside the mansion had shifted. Something about the way Dominic looked at me, spoke to me, hovered just a little too closely, was different now. The dynamic had shifted. It was subtle at first, so much so that I wasn't even sure if I was imagining it. But it grew with every passing day.

There was never any physical contact between us. Dominic never touched me—not once—but his presence weighed on me like the sun scorching bare skin on a blistering day. I could feel him watching me, even when I couldn't see him. It was like he was always there, lurking in the shadows, close but just out of sight. I'd turn a corner and catch a flash of his tailored suit disappearing around the next. I'd enter a room and feel the cold prickle of his gaze on my back, though he'd be nowhere in sight. It made me feel like I was losing my mind, even though I knew, deep down, that he was always there. Always watching. Waiting.

The tension between us simmered, a silent understanding passing between us without a single word exchanged. I don't know when it became clear, but at some point, I realized that I was no longer living freely in Dominic's estate. I was under his control. His unspoken dominance settled over me like a veil, guiding my actions, my words, even the way I thought about him. I didn't resist. How could I? There was something both terrifying and magnetic about the power he held over me, and I found myself sinking deeper into it, surrendering without a fight.

But still, there was no touch. No intimacy. Only a subtle, invisible leash that tethered me to him. Until the day it all came to a head.

I'd just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself as I padded back into my bedroom. My skin was still warm, droplets of water clinging to my shoulders as I pulled my wet hair into a loose knot at the top of my head. I was halfway to my dresser when I saw him.

Dominic was sitting on the edge of my bed, his dark eyes fixed on me. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. He hadn't made a sound—hadn't announced his presence or knocked on the door. He was just… there. As if he'd been waiting.

But that wasn't what stopped me dead in my tracks. No, it was the sight of what he held in his hand.

A pair of my panties—ones I'd tossed into the laundry basket earlier that morning.

The breath caught in my throat, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion swirling in my chest. My face flushed hot as I stood there, frozen under his gaze.

"What… what are you doing?" I asked, my voice small, almost breathless.

Dominic's lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile, but he didn't answer me. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, his gaze never leaving mine. His thumb brushed over the fabric of my panties, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of mortification wash over me.

"Kneel," he said quietly, his voice smooth and commanding.

I blinked, momentarily stunned by the order. For a split second, I thought about refusing, about backing away and demanding answers. But something in the way he looked at me—dark, possessive, expectant—made the words die on my tongue.

I lowered myself to the floor, my knees sinking into the plush carpet as I knelt before him. My heart was pounding, and my skin felt electrified, every nerve standing on end as I waited, unsure of what was about to happen.

Dominic's eyes roamed over me slowly, taking in the sight of me kneeling at his feet. Then, without a word, he brought the fabric of my panties to his nose, inhaling deeply as his gaze burned into mine. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, as I watched him—watched the way his eyelids fluttered closed for a brief second, as if savoring the moment.

He shifted, spreading his legs slightly as he began to touch himself, his free hand sliding down to undo his belt. I couldn't tear my eyes away, too shocked, too bewildered by the scene unfolding in front of me. I could hear the soft sound of fabric brushing against his skin as he stroked himself, my panties still clutched tightly in his other hand.

"Tell me," he murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something dangerous. "Tell me about Nathan."

I blinked, confused for a moment. Nathan? His brother?

"What about him?" I asked, my voice a little unsteady.

He smiled again, but there was no warmth in it. "Did you love his cock?"

The question hit me like a slap. I stared at him, wide-eyed, my breath catching in my throat. This was what he wanted? He wanted me to talk about his brother—about the things we'd done together?

I opened my mouth to protest, to say anything, but the look in his eyes stopped me cold. There was no arguing with Dominic. Not now. Not ever.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I… I loved it."

His smile widened slightly, and he stroked himself a little harder, the fabric of my panties clutched in his fist as he watched me.

"Was he a good lover?" Dominic asked, his tone casual, but his eyes burned with an intensity that made me shiver.

I hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Yes. He was."

It wasn't a lie. Nathan had been many things, but he'd always known how to satisfy me. The memories flickered in my mind, unbidden—his hands on my skin, the way he moved, the way he could make me come undone with just a few words whispered in my ear. But I didn't want to think about that now. Not with Dominic staring at me like this.

"Did he ever truly satisfy you?" Dominic's voice was lower now, almost a growl.

I met his gaze, my heart racing in my chest. "Yes," I answered, the word slipping from my lips before I could even think to hesitate.

For a moment, I thought that would be the end of it. That he'd be satisfied with my answers and let this twisted game end. But instead, his hand tightened around himself, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.

"Now, tell me," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "What do you like about me?"

The question caught me off guard, and I blinked in surprise. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say—wasn't sure how to respond. But the intensity of his gaze, the way he stroked himself harder with every passing second, told me that he wasn't going to let me off easy.

"I…" I hesitated, scrambling for the right words. "You're… you're strong," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "You're powerful."

He nodded slowly, encouraging me to continue.

"You're… in control," I added, my heart racing. "You're… you're everything Nathan wasn't."

That seemed to please him. His lips parted slightly, and his breathing grew heavier as he stared down at me.

"And?" he prompted, his voice barely above a whisper now.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I searched for the words that would satisfy him.

"You make me feel safe," I said finally, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them. "Even when I'm scared of you, I still feel safe. Because I know you're the one in control."

The smile that spread across his face was dark, twisted, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. This was what he wanted to hear—what he needed to hear. And I had given it to him.

Dominic's movements quickened, and I watched, transfixed, as he pleasured himself with my panties, his gaze never leaving mine. It was obscene, humiliating, and yet I couldn't look away. Couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but kneel there, obedient, waiting for whatever came next.

I didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. I was rooted to the spot, my mouth dry, my hands trembling in my lap as I knelt before him. The room seemed to close in around me, the air thick with tension as Dominic continued to stroke himself, slow and deliberate, his eyes fixed on mine with a burning intensity.

"So," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, "do you want me to do all the things Nathan did to you?" He leaned forward slightly, his tone laced with mockery. "Since you loved it so much."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. The memory of Nathan was still fresh—his touch, his body, the way he'd made me feel. But Dominic was different. There was something about him that was darker, more dangerous, more intense. And despite the fear that gripped me, there was a part of me—a small, twisted part of me—that found this entire scene undeniably hot.

"I…" I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know."

Dominic's smile widened, sadistic and predatory. "Or," he continued, his hand moving faster now, "would you like to see what I have in store for you?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his words washed over me. This was madness—utter madness. But there was something about the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, that made it impossible for me to say no. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve electrified, every inch of me craving something I couldn't even begin to understand.

"I…" I hesitated again, but this time, the words slipped out before I could stop them. "Yes. I'd like to see what you have in store for me."

His eyes darkened, and his movements became quicker, more urgent. Precum dripped from his uncut head, dripping onto the carpet where I knelt. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That's what I thought."

I watched, entranced, as he stroked himself, my panties still clutched in his hand. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with anticipation, as if we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn't come back from.

His voice was like a low hum, vibrating through the space between us. "Would you like it," he asked, his tone casual but laced with something darker, "if I hosted a party? A grand, lavish affair, filled with the finest guests. And then, in the middle of it all, I force you to strip naked." His smile widened, a gleam of wickedness in his eyes. "Parade you around in front of everyone."

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. The thought of being exposed like that, in front of a crowd, was far outside my comfort zone. It was outrageous, humiliating, terrifying. But there was something about the way Dominic spoke—something about the way he painted the picture—that made the idea pulse with an undeniable allure.

"Yes," I whispered, barely able to believe the word had slipped from my lips. "I would."

His breath hitched, and I could see the muscles in his jaw tighten as his hand moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent. "And if I told you," he continued, his voice strained with effort, "that you would have to service me, in front of everyone—no matter who was watching—would you do it?"

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. This was insane. The idea of doing something like that, something so obscene, so public—it should have horrified me. It should have made me want to run. But the way Dominic looked at me, the way his body moved, the way his words wrapped around me like a velvet noose, I couldn't think straight. I couldn't say no.

"Yes," I breathed, the word slipping from my lips before I could stop it. "I would."

Dominic's breathing was ragged now, his eyes wild with lust, his hand moving in quick, desperate motions as he pleasured himself. "And what if," he groaned, his voice tight, "I told you I wanted you to please my guests?" His gaze bore into mine, feral. "All night long. No breaks. Just to make me happy."

My heart nearly stopped. The thought of being passed around, used by strangers, just to satisfy Dominic's twisted desires—it should have been repulsive. It should have made me want to scream, to run, to fight. But the way he looked at me, the way sweat beaded on his brow, the way his body ached for release—it was intoxicating. And the thought of doing something so daring, so reckless, so completely outside anything I had ever imagined, it lit a fire in me that I couldn't ignore.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I would."

That was enough to send him over the edge.

Dominic hissed loudly, his body tensing as he spilled himself into the fabric of my panties. His breathing was heavy, ragged, his eyes still locked on mine as he rode the wave of his release. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and I knelt there, frozen, as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.

When it was over, he leaned forward, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath. Without a word, he reached down and picked up the soiled underwear, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low and firm.

I hesitated for only a second before obeying, parting my lips as he shoved the soiled fabric between them. The taste was sharp, bitter, and humiliating, but I didn't dare pull away. Not now. Not after everything.

"Good girl," Dominic murmured, his voice filled with dark approval as he watched me kneel there, my mouth stuffed with the evidence of his pleasure.

"I'll start preparing for our event."

Wait, what? That wasn't...just roleplay?