018. THE GAME // ROUND 002

Rory wished Harry would fire her so he would no longer be her boss.

She never thought such a thing would cross her mind. Yet here she was, silently begging him to do it. Maybe if she had played her own game smarter, she wouldn't have ended up on her knees in his bedroom. Or maybe, deep down, this was exactly how she wanted her game to end.

The thoughts of undeniable temptation started when she returned from seeing Gio, and Benny cracked a few jokes about how possessive Harry had gotten seeing her talk to another guy. She would have taken that as her sign to leave him behind in any other situation. But now, she noticed the way he looked at her. How his eyes followed her every movement, not bothering to look at anyone else who tried to get his attention - which surprised her, considering the venue was packed with attractive patrons. Rory noticed his firm grip around her waist, securing her to his side at every opportunity. 

It only worsened for the poor Bambi after they shared a line of special powder, a gift she had received from Gio when buying for Benny. 

Her skin burned with desire, and the only antidote that came to mind was him. 

"That shit is good," Harry commented, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess powder from the tip of his nose. "How much did that cost you?"

Rory bent at the waist, using the dollar bill to inhale the powder in one nostril while her finger blocked the other. "It was free," she said, tilting her head back and blinking her eyes. Fuck. This is some good shit.

"Free?" he repeated. "Is this another ex-boyfriend of yours I need to worry about, Bambi?"

"No," she sported an amused grin, "He's only a dealer."

"Are you sure? He seemed pretty into you."

She cocked her head to the side. "A lot of people are into me, Harry. That doesn't mean I've dated or slept with them all."

Her friend scoffed. "Not that he hasn't tried."

"Benny!" Rory yelled, jaw going slack from the unnecessary side comment.

He rubbed his nose. "What? It's true. If you spent one free night with him, we would get all the free coke we want. And I'm not making that up. I heard him say it once," Benny said before becoming distracted by a companion to his other side.

"That's quite the offer, Bambi," Harry whispered, leaning towards her. "Not up for one night of fun in exchange for free goods?"

"He's not my type. But you should know that already." She rested her hand against his chest. "Besides, you know I don't mix business with pleasure."

"And what a shame that is."

Looping her index finger around the chain that hung from his neck, she tugged him closer. "It really is... isn't it?"

Benny cleared his throat. "I'm heading back out there. Are you guys coming, or do you... need a moment?"

Without taking her eyes off Harry, she replied, "We will be out there in a bit."

"Alright, love birds."

The door slammed shut, leaving the two unattended in the silent, dingy bathroom.  

"Is it wise for us to be alone, Bambi?"

As she darted her tongue across her bottom lip, Rory noticed his eyes follow the movement with a mesmerizing haze.

"Definitely not," she whispered. "You make me want to do bad things, Harry."

"Like what?"

"I keep thinking about how much I would love it if you spun me around and made me watch my reflection as you fucked me against this sink." Her fingers tapped against the porcelain. "Or what would happen if you took me into a stall and told me to get on my knees..." A quiet sound of pleasure escaped her lips. "Do you know how much I would love to hear you say that to me?"

"That could easily be arranged."

It could be so very easy, she wanted to scream.

Rory hoped speaking her thoughts out loud would provide her pressing urges with some relief. But instead, it only made it worse, which was exactly why she took his hand and led him out of the bathroom and straight for the dance floor. Even without the drugs in her system, Rory would have allowed her fear of crowds to swallow her whole if it meant escaping the bathroom. She was one second away from actually letting him arrange all of that. 

Shit. She really would enjoy getting down on her knees for him. 

Game be damned.

Rory wanted to give in to the devil and his ways for the night.

As she danced with her back pressed against his front, she attempted to distract herself by looking up at the lights and watching as they flickered around in a mirage of colour. It worked for a while. Or maybe only seconds. Her frame of time was shot entirely.

Her first crack was when his lips grazed the skin of her neck.

"I need a smoke!" she was quick to announce.

Stepping outside, Rory never reached for her carton of cigarettes from her purse. She didn't have a chance because her lips magically found their way to his. How it happened, she had no idea. Her oblivion carried on to when her hands were pinned above her head against the brick wall, when she moaned out his name in a voice filled with lust so loud she was sure the people inside could hear, and as she pulled him into the nearest cab.

"Behave yourself for ten minutes, and I'll reward you, Bambi," Harry whispered roughly into her ear, nipping the lobe.

If you wanted me to behave, why the fuck did you do that? She thought to herself, fingers digging into his thigh as she squirmed in her spot with desire.

Rory did as she was instructed, not bothering to put up a fight with his order. But the moment the two entered his home, her arms were wrapped around his neck, lips locked on his. Home tour be damned; there was only once room she cared to see. And thankfully, Harry was thinking the exact same. Besides, it wasn't like she needed a tour. Technically she had been here already - just without him.

"I need to control myself with you tonight, Bambi," he said as they stood in the center of his room, "So I need you to be a good girl and control yourself too."

Her eye's flickered up before she returned her attention to kissing along his neck. "Why would I do that?" she asked, "Wouldn't it be fun to punish me? To fuck me as hard and as fast as you want? However you want?"

"As tempting as it sounds, I won't be doing that with you tonight."

Pulling back, she pouted her bottom lip. "Why not? You know we've had sex before, right?" The tips of her fingers danced across his collarbones, tracing the visible ink marks on his skin. "Did you want me to beg for it? Is that what turns you on, Harry?"

"No, Rory." His voice remained stern, even when she was causing him to break. "Those other times were different. Now we would be crossing a line that's quite hard to come back from without a solid foundation of trust."

Maybe the drugs were still rattling around in her system, but she had no idea what he was talking about. Or what line there was. Sex - between them, at least - now had lines one could cross? Hadn't they crossed those lines a thousand times already with one another?

"But I like how you make me feel," she whispered. "You make me feel sexy and powerful... especially when you call me a desperate, needy whore." Her hand went to his belt. "I want to feel like that tonight." Rory dipped her hand lower, rubbing gently against his pants as she peppered kisses along his jaw. "Just give me a taste of what you want to do to me. A tiny, little taste."

"I don't know how I feel about you using words like tiny and little while your hand is rubbing my crotch."

She smiled against his skin. "You haven't even fucked me on a bed yet. Wouldn't that be fun to cross off the list during our one night of fun?"

It was true - a bed had not yet been crossed off their list. There was the time in the alley, in her shower, when she was bent over his desk - that last one was only with his fingers, and she distinctly remembered not getting the chance to cum, so it didn't count.

A safe word was decided on. Limitations and restrictions were set. Rory's being anything that had to do with anal or golden showers. While on the other hand, Harry's rules all revolved around Rory lying about anything from this point forward.

"I need honesty from you, Rory."

"Just while we have sex, right?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Rory. Just while we have sex." Removing the contents from his pockets onto the dresser, he asked, "You made quite the statement over not fucking your boss, yet here you are. What happened to your rule?"

She scoffed at his sudden question. "Now you care about my rules?"

"I'm just trying to ensure you have thought this through. I would rather avoid the sob story of what a mistake it was in the morning."

"I have thought about it," she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm quite sure it didn't take this much convincing for you to fuck me the other times."

Harry stepped forward, his brows knitting together as he roughly replied, "I would watch that bratty attitude of yours if I were you. I am only trying to make sure you really want this."

"Really? Because it sounds like you think I'm some pathetic girl who can't handle a one-night stand. You know-"

Harry silenced her the best way he knew how - with a kiss. She hated to admit such a thing worked on her. But even if her mind wanted to deny it, her body gave it away by the way she melted into his arms. Rory was left breathless by his action, and she immediately knew how badly her desire was burning for him. Her eyes took an extra second to flutter back open.

"I should have chosen my words more carefully. I meant I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

"But I want to!" she interjected.

Harry pressed his index finger against her lips. "I need you to listen to me, Rory. Can you do that?"

She nodded, fighting the urge to roll her eyes in response to his tone.

"Excellent. What I meant to say before your interruption was that I don't want you to do something you may regret in the morning just because you think it might please me. You're eager. I can see that. But don't let it cloud your limitations. You need to speak up when you need things to stop or don't enjoy something. Understand?"

Rory knew he didn't intend to tie her up in some sex swing contraption, shove sex toys into every open entryway and have his way with her. This was a night to test their trust, to see if they were compatible to go further with each other. That wasn't something she had before with a partner. And if their past two times were any indication, she had a feeling he was the one to fulfill all her desires.

Just for tonight, of course. He was still her boss, after all.

"I understand."

"Good. Now," his hand went to her chin, tilting her head up, "Get on your knees."

you got, you got the cinema. i bring the pop to the cinema. you pop.

ok harold(ina) calm down.