Their Game

She had left him at the bar downstairs, finishing his Scotch on ice and hungry for her. She felt intoxicated from the alcohol, but more so by the anticipation of what was to follow. They had played out this game before, and she enjoyed giving him the control.

She prepares the hotel room as she knows he likes it. She removes the quilt from the bed and stores it in the wardrobe. She pours a Scotch from the minibar and places it on the small table beside the armchair. Stepping out of her dress, she makes her way to the bathroom, where she reapplies her deep red lipstick and pulls her long hair back, securing it in a low ponytail. Lastly, she sits at the foot of the bed, dressed only in her black lace underwear and heels, and securely ties his silk necktie across her eyes as a blindfold.

And now she waits for him to arrive, seated perfectly upright, knees together and hands resting on the edge of the bed.

Her mouth feels dry, but she dare not move to find a drink in case he arrives at that moment. Her breathing begins to become more rapid, she can hear her own pulse in her ears. She can feel her body’s anticipation building, her arousal growing.

Still she waits.

She hears the beep of the card reader, the door unlock. She gasps, despite this being what she has waited for. The door opens, she hears it moving over...