The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

11. Deis

11

DEIS

PLAYLIST: HIDE AND SEEK REIMAGINED – CLERGY he could tell as much. Otherwise, she would’ve removed them. She wanted him to see.

And then he saw her smirk devilishly into the camera and curtsey. He couldn’t help it, as it made his chest swell with proud eagerness. He already pushed her, and it was glorious to watch.

Game on, baby.

Tonight would be the test to see the lengths she’d go to. A game to test the boundaries – if there were any.

So, as he waited for her to come downstairs, his mind had all angles mapped out – a strategy for every possible move of hers. Only when she came outside of her apartment building, it was far different from what he expected.

“You must have me confused with somebody else.”

Oh this is gonna be good.

The moment she said it, arousal spread in him .

And all of him longed for her to mean it. To really mean it.

Be the role. Be a different person. I’ll have my way with you.

She had put on heavy makeup and jewelry; it did not look like her at all. Maybe it was exactly the point. Something in her eyes had changed, too. It was as if she had switched into a different personality. If so, god forbid, he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Role play was his most favorite game, there would be no escape for her. Ever. Not that it would without. Just the thought of it made him long for her even more.

Let’s play, ma belle, let’s play.

His heartbeat was in a slightly faster rhythm as he prepared for the play while he followed her to Anson’s. All his senses focused on her as he waited for what was to happen. He observed every one of her moves, her body language, and her expressions. It was refreshing to see her so different, even see her laugh, only it wasn’t an honest one. It was her mask, the role played. A good one, but he saw her lips laughing, while her eyes did not. Those lips. Around his cock. A blissful memory wandered through his mind. Soon, he’ll have her again.

Her fifth drink. And she’s still standing straight, not the slightest sign of her being buzzed.

When Emma and Julie retreated into the club, he couldn’t believe his eyes at what was playing out in front of him. There she was, gulping down whiskey – like water after a marathon, and kissing the masc girl at the bar, not any masc girl. It was a hot, consuming kiss, and it made their game ten times more interesting, because it was in all matter of facts totally out of bounds.

Although it aroused him, he would not share, not with men, not with women, nor everything in between and especially not with her – that was something he’d deal with later.

His was his.

And Emma belonged to him.

She would soon know what it meant to be his. He would have her knee in front of him with tears flooding down her cheeks and have her beg for his mercy. And he would have her pay for kissing another.

Look at me, ma belle, look at what I will do to you.

And then her head went back up. It was electrifying to watch her let hers elf go in the moment. And then her eyes fixed on his, a thrilling prickle shooting through his chest.

There you are again.

The Emma full of dark desire, reckless, provoking, and daring.

You are mine. Mine alone. And I’ll eliminate everyone else between us.

The whole club disappeared around them for the briefest of moments, while they just stared into each other’s eyes. And he imagined her being stripped down to her bare, raw existence, tied up in the middle of the room for him to play with, to shove his cock in all of her holes until she’d beg in pain.

There is no escape, love.

Time to play.

“Let her go, Deis.” Julie put a hand on his arm. “She always does it, it’s her being overwhelmed. And she’s had too much to drink.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’ll get her home safely.”

“Deis, don’t pull her into your mess, she’s had messy for a lifetime.”

Too late for that, dear.

“ I won’t, but I won’t let her get herself mugged, either.” The caring card always played well with buttercup daises like Julie. And with that, he went after her. Pulling out his phone, he dialed for Edwards.

“Where is she?”

“Somewhere in the building, moving, no visual.”

“Elevator just arrived; she wasn’t in it.”

She was really good at escaping, and although he had Edwards and everyone else tracing her, she still managed to get away from him, twice this evening. In the end, it would only make the triumph much more delightful.

“An Uber just parked in front; she took the stairs.”

The stairs. Thirty-three levels in her shoes. Quite the endurance, but it was insightful to what length she went.

“Have Greg tail her, I’m entering the elevator now.”

When he hopped into the G-Class, Edwards immediately gave him the tablet with her tail .

“She knows,” came Greg’s voice from the speaker.

“Sure?”

“They are trying to shake me, taking senseless turns. I think they’re aiming for downtown now.”

But why though?

A feeling stitched him in his abdomen. It pushed him to overthink. Something did not add up.

She was drunk and wanted to run from him, so she would not go home. Instead, she distracted him to do, what?

They followed the Uber for quite a while; it was almost thirty minutes. And then his phone vibrated. As he read her name, his heart began to pound harder again, mixing into the sweet suspense of the thrill.

Emma

Hope you enjoy the show

His eyes became slits while he immediately went for the surveillance feed from her flat.

And sure, there she was. She closed the apartment door behind her and went straight for the bathroom. As he zoomed in on the camera, he couldn’t help himself. Heated lust burned through his cock. There she stood in the bathroom, staring into the camera, with the most devilish of looks he had ever seen in a woman. She had played him and still was.

Served to him on a silver platter, one of the many reasons why she was no prey. He could only stare at what was playing out in front of his eyes, his cock rock hard by now. Slowly, very, very slowly, she undressed with the deliberation of messing with him as much as possible. With her fingers, she let the straps of her dress slide down her shoulders, and with a little pull, the dress slid down entirely, and fell onto the floor. What he saw made him growl in longing.

No underwear.

Her hands wandered over her naked body. She touched her breasts and clit l ike a queen of lust. All he wanted was to take her. It was so sexy watching her stand there naked in her high heels and jewelry only. The jewelry, now removed with such sensuality and sexiness; it almost made him drool as she slid the bracelets over her hands and let them also fall to the floor.

Then, she slipped out of the heels, turned around, and leaned over the bathtub to turn on the water, presenting her beautiful ass to him. Every one of her moves was planned and deliberately executed to pour oil into the fire of their game. She played with him and all his control.

She then opened a drawer, rummaged a bit, and when she found what she was looking for, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It made him groan when he recognized what it was.

Oh Emma. No way you’re pulling that off.

But damn, was he wrong. He watched her in complete awe as she attached a thick dildo with its sucker onto the tiles, exactly at the right height so she could fuck herself with it.

Stepping into the bathtub, she stepped under the shower head. Her eyes closed, she let the hot, slightly steamy water stream down over her hair and her face. Her hands wandered around her body, over her nipples, and down between her thighs.

His cock pulsated harder than ever as he, in his mind, stepped under the hot water with her, pushing her hard by the throat into to the wall behind her.

Zooming further in with the camera, he saw her purposefully smearing the mascara under her eyes and over her cheeks.

Gods, Emma, you’re glorious.

It was her game, and she played it like a virtuoso. Never had anyone ever dared to play a game with him because he would always win. There would always be consequences. Always. Only she did not care. Or she wanted the consequences. Both, quite appealing.

Then she turned so she was front-facing him and bent down to hold herself onto the bathtub’s railing. Her brown, wet hair fell left and right over her shoulder, dripping down. How he’d love to grip that hair and bend her back while he fucked her from be hind. With her eyes, she stared straight into the camera, straight at him, and waited. A moment where he held his breath. And then it was a single movement back; she bent her back through and slid onto the dildo.

Damn.

His mind went blank watching her. She pushed herself onto the dildo again and again and again. Then, with one of her hands, she rubbed her clit. It made his whole system go into aroused focus, filling his body with heat. She then put her hand back onto the bathtub rim, her arms spread. She rolled herself with breathtaking sensuality onto the dildo back and forth, every one of her movements smooth with the flexibility of a cat; only her gaze was one of a lioness slowly going after her prey.

The whole view was phenomenal. Beyond anything he imagined her capable of.

“ Deis?” asked Edwards, who he had completely forgotten about. The view had lowered his shields. It was no good, she made him careless to the point of losing control of his surroundings.

“What is it?”

“The Uber just picked up another client, I think we lost her.”

“I know exactly where she is,” he said dismissively. “Get me to her apartment. Fast.”

While Ed rushed the car to 45th St., he became witness to her slides becoming less sensual and more valiant. Faster, stronger, deeper, leaving her visual moans of lust. She would come any second now, he could see it in her eyes, which never stopped staring into the camera and burned him with a fierce fire of carnal arousal. And sure enough, with the next thrust, she came. She pushed herself onto the dildo ever so hard and held herself onto it until she rode out the waves of the orgasm, her eyes rolling back.

What a beautiful show.

Only she wasn’t finished. The moment she slipped off the dildo, there was a twitch in the corner of her mouth, almost a smug grin. Her hand gripped the dildo, detached it from the tiles, and instead of washing it under the still-running water, she turned around and held it like ice cream cone in front of her.

Oh Emma, you will regret that.

Endless, devouring lust exploded in him, fastening his heartbeat as he watched her tongue slide over the shaft of the dildo as she licked her own juices off it. And when she lifted her chin up a little, encasing it with her lips the very same way she did yesterday with his cock, she pushed it into her throat, full length.

Hell of a girl.

He would take all of her tonight, all of her. He would fuck her until she bled all over him, until she begged for him to have mercy with her. Only he wouldn’t.

And as he witnessed her stepping out of the bathtub, he expected her to go back to her normal self, to be the crushed version of loathing. Instead, she reached for her phone and went out of the bathroom wet and dripping as she was without a towel. She aimed for the guest room, unlocked it, and went inside.

No camera there. Shit.

So, she’s still playing.

He couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. As they rolled minutes later into 45th St. towards her apartment, the images in front of his inner eyes became vivid, as he watched himself bursting into her apartment, taking her by throat and pushing her down on her knees. He could feel her soft warm skin in his hands, burning him from the heat of her arousal.

“Deis, we have a problem,” came Edwards voice, and he had heard it just as much, no need to turn around.

That was her game .

And for the first time, he was impressed. For the first time, he had been caught off guard. And it was glorious.

Game on, baby, game on.