Chapter Four — Callum
I didn’t mean to fuck her. That was not the plan. I’m glad I did, though. Now I can think clearly.
When she showed up here in that ludicrous schoolgirl outfit, she knew what she was doing. She was trying to distract me. She wanted me not thinking straight so it’d be easier to win the game. I’d almost feel sorry for her if she hadn’t pulled that little stunt and ran away.
I mean, what did she expect? I gave her exactly what she wanted. Except for an orgasm. But hey, we can’t always get what we want, now can we?
I set up the game, putting five dice under each cup, and wait for her.
When she comes back down, I feel my cock start to harden again.
Fuck. I thought I’d gotten it out of my system, but every time I see her, it’s like the first time.
It’s even worse now. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair’s all astray, which reminds me of what I just did to her.
I can’t think like that. I need to focus. I remind myself of the deal I made with myself: I’ll win one more game, punish her one more time, and then I’ll give her the option to take the money and leave. I’ll just offer her the money and see what she says. But I want to win once more first.
Alex sits down and crosses her legs. I get a flash of her thong and feel my heart beat faster. I clear my throat.
“Do you understand the rules sweetheart, or do you want me to go over them again?”
“I’m good,” she says.
“Alright. Do you want to bid first?”
“Sure,” she says.
We each roll our dice under our cups, then lift the edges to see what we have. I look at my roll: two twos, a one, a three, and a six.
I look over at her. She’s biting her lower lip. It’s hard to read her expression. I wait in silence as she stares.
Finally, she speaks. “Three fives,” she says.
The odds of there being three fives between us when I don’t have any is extremely small.
It’s an easy call.
“You’re lying,” I say.
She looks at me. “Are you sure about that?”
I nod.
“On three,” I say. “One, two, three.” We each lift our cups. She has two fives. I have none. I smile and take one of her dice, placing it to the side.
“Thank you,” I say.
She scowls.
“All right,” she says. “I go again, right?”
I nod. “Whoever loses bids next.”
We roll. This time I have two ones, two threes, and a five.
Alex studies her dice for a few seconds. “Three threes,” she says.
I look at her. It’s hard to get a good read. Seeing as she only has four dice now, the odds of her having at least one three is over 50%. She’s probably playing conservatively after the last round. I figure she probably has two.
So I decide to raise her. “Four threes,” I say.
“Liar,” she says.
“Alright. Three, two, one.” We lift our cups.
I’m stunned. She has zero threes.
“Damn,” I say. She smiles and plucks one of my dice, setting it to the side, smirking.
“Touché,” I say.
“Alright, next round,” I say. She nods and we both roll.
I peek under my cup. One, two, four, four, six.
I pause, considering my options. “Two fives,” I say. There’s a good chance she has at least one five. I’m hoping she’ll raise me.
But she doesn’t. “Liar,” she says. Fuck.
We raise our cups. She smiles and grabs another one of my dice.
This isn’t going too well for me.