Just One Game Ch. 02

Bridget wiped her damp hands on the bottom of her dress as she made her way to the exit. She told herself she was leaving with a strange man because she respected the deal they'd made; not because she was anxious of what he would do if she refused.

Her announcement to her friends that she was feeling ill and was heading home had been met with a few surprised glances from the boys and an accusatory glare from Jade.

"You must let Rob walk you to a taxi," her persistent friend had insisted.

It had taken Bridget the full five minutes and a few threatening scowls at Jade to convince them all that she was more than capable of finding a way home on her own. Only now, she was starting to think maybe she should have swallowed her pride and stayed in the comfort of her friends.

As she pushed open the door and let herself out into the cool night air, an imposing figure stepped out from the shadows and placed a possessive hand on her lower back. The skin warmed through her dress where his hand lay and she swallowed her nerves as she looked up to meet dark determined features.

"This way." He gave her no time to ask questions. He ushered her towards a vehicle parked across the road. The midnight blue paint of the exterior was polished to perfection and she didn't need to know anything about cars to recognise this one as an expensive model. Just like its owner, it radiated effortless class.

The passenger door was opened for her and although she was eager to see the interior, she couldn't help but hesitate. She'd never had a one night stand, let alone hopped into a car with a stranger in the middle of the night.

She took an instinctive step backward, only to collide into a hard wall of muscle. "Ouch." She turned around to find him watching her, one eyebrow raised.

"Not planning on backing out on our deal, are you?"

Her eyes narrowed at his accusation. "Quite the contrary; I'm looking forward to it."

His lips curled in amusement.

"However," Bridget continued, "I like to get into the habit of knowing a person's name before getting in a car with them." She crossed her arms in front of her chest stubbornly, and then shivered as he leaned in to her.

"You can call me Reid."

"Reid." She tested the sound of it from her own lips and he nodded approvingly. "I'm Bridget," she announced; though right now she didn't feel anything like Bridget. "You're ah, you're not a serial killer are you?"

Reid laughed loudly and leaned in closer to her, gently brushing a stray lock of red hair behind her ear. He lifted her chin with his fingertips and met her eyes. "No, Bridget, I'm not a serial killer."

They stood like that for what felt like minutes, his dark eyes holding hers captive. Bridget thought he might kiss her, but instead he released her chin and nodded towards the car door which remained open, waiting for her.

She slid obediently into the luxury passenger seat and let him close the door behind her. This was unfamiliar territory for her. Unlike Jade, who would often go home with a sexy stranger back in her single days, Bridget was sensible. She'd go out drinking with the girls, dance until her shoes were black and then taxi home to the comfort of her bed. Of course, it had been easier to do when she'd had someone to welcome her into that bed in a warm embrace. Now the bed was cold and there was too much space for her tiny frame.

Reid slid casually into the driver's seat and brought the engine to life without a word. Bridget eyed him pensively.

"So is this the only way you can get a girl to have a drink with you?" she teased as he turned the car onto the main strip.

A dark smile fell heavily on his lips. "If it were a drink I was after," he stole a glance at her, "we'd still be at the Cabbana."

She felt her insides coil at his implications. "Well I'm not that kind of girl," she could feel the warmth of the flush that had filled her cheeks uncontrollably, but his expression remained amused.

"And I'm not the kind of man to make you do anything you're not comfortable with."

He directed them towards the highway and Bridget shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her nerves were wracked. She kept her gaze on Reid as he drove, careful not to let him catch her staring. When she'd first laid eyes on him, she'd thought he was like something out of a magazine, but now she could see there was a certain torment amongst his features. He emanated arrogance and power, but there was also something haunting behind his eyes.

"Where are you taking me?" she couldn't keep the uncertainty out of her voice as he steered the car further away from the city lights and towards the far end of town.

"It's not far now," he promised and Bridget let her eyes fall closed, her head heavy from too many glasses of wine.

It felt like only seconds had passed when she felt the car slow and her eyes flickered open to see a mansion of a house. It was a modern, two-storey building with lush gardens and water fountains decorating the entrance. Bridget noticed there were over twenty cars parked out the front and she looked at Reid inquisitively, expecting him to explain. Instead, he switched off the engine, slid out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened her door and held out a hand for her.

Bridget looked from his hand and then back to the mansion and wavered. There was loud music erupting from the building and coloured lights shone out of the windows. It may very well have been the biggest house party she'd attended.

Reid's large arm came around her and clicked the release of her seatbelt.

"Do I have to carry you in, or are you capable of standing?" he was mocking her again and she turned away his offered hand, stepping out of the car into the cool breeze. Her legs wobbled slightly from the alcohol and she wished she'd worn flats instead of Jade's ridiculously high stilettos. But of course, Jade almost always got her way when it came to Bridget's personal styling. She'd even been bold enough to drag Bridget along to the beautician that morning for a brazillian.

As they approached the porch, Bridget noticed an intimate couple in the darkness of the garden beds. She stared for a moment, almost certain the woman was topless, but Reid pulled her along before she could confirm her suspicions. He guided her to the entrance and as he reached for the door handle, Bridget stopped him.

"Wait, shouldn't you knock first?"

He smiled down at her; did everything she say entertain him?

"Trust me, we're welcome here."

As he pushed the door open, Bridget wasn't sure where to look first. The interior of the house was even more spectacular than the exterior. There were chandeliers, large classic paintings on the walls, and the floors were a luscious burgundy carpet that made her want to take her shoes off and sink her toes into the softness. She was shocked that the owners would risk having a rampant party in such an elegant house. As they emerged from the hallway, Bridget suddenly felt self-conscious in her plain grey dress. There were stunning women everywhere in glittering gowns and diamond jewellery. Some men were in dress shirts, while others had gone to the effort of wearing full tuxedos and they all stood elegantly, laughing raucously with drinks in their hands. She was about to turn around and head back out the door, thinking they must have crashed a formal event, when a tall, gorgeous blonde woman spotted them.

"Reid, darling!" Her voice was a high pitch shrill across the room and as she walked towards them, Bridget noticed the sexy sway of her hips that was well defined through the long, deep burgundy dress hugging her model-like figure. She almost blended in with the carpet, Bridget thought, as she came to stand before them. She leaned in to Reid and planted a full, affectionate kiss on his lips. Bridget was sure she even saw the flick of a tongue before Reid pulled away sooner than the blonde apparently expected, based on the slight pout she gave him.

"Where have you been, sexy, you haven't shown your face here in months!" Her hair was bundled up into a fancy twist on the side of her head and her red lips were slightly smudged after her passionate greeting to Reid.

"I've been busy," was all the answer he gave. Her gaze fell on Bridget, who was still stunned by the events before her.

"What with this one?" the blonde let out a little giggle that Bridget decided would have to have been one of the most irritating sounds she'd heard come out of someone's mouth. Her eyes took in all of Bridget, hovering over her dress before scrutinizing every inch of her and then raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

Bridget fumed inwardly and glared back at her, "No, actually, we haven't been busy doing anything together. In fact, I was just leaving."

She turned back towards the entrance, but Reid had a firm hold on her wrist before she could reach the hallway. He spun her around to face him and his eyes were sinister.

"We made a deal," he said darkly.

"Yeah, that I'd allow you to take me to a party." Bridget tried to struggle free from his grip. "Well I did that, and now I'm going home."

"And just how do you plan on getting there?" he asked spitefully. "You won't find any taxis or ubers up this end of town."

Bridget hesitated; she hadn't thought about that. She could call one of her friends, but then they'd want to know what she was doing at a party in the middle of nowhere and she didn't really have a valid explanation.

"Stay for a dance," Reid insisted. "One dance and then I'll take you home."

It sounded like a small ask, but this whole night had begun with one simple game of eight ball. She didn't really have much in the way of options though, unless she felt like walking over 50km to get home. Bridget all but growled at the towering man holding onto her. "Fine. But one dance means one dance."

Reid gave her that shrewd smile he seemed to pull off so well, causing an uneasiness to pass through her. He led her back into the room of elegant guests, acknowledging a few men as he passed them. There was a small crowd beginning to form around two men who were by the looks of things about to have a drinking competition. Several hundred dollar notes were tossed onto a table as bets were made and eager onlookers cheered in enthusiasm as a series of shot glasses were lined in front of the men by a pretty young waitress dressed scantily in a tight black and white mini dress. Reid steered them through the mob and she caught a sight of the blonde woman in the burgundy dress, watching her intently from across the room. She averted her eyes quickly, but Bridget had definitely caught her staring.

Another waitress with large blue eyes and short brown hair sauntered past, offering them a glass of champagne from her serving tray. She was dressed similarly to the other waitress, but her legs were also wrapped sexily in a pair of patterned black stay ups. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Reid.

"Thank you Kendra," he uttered to the baffled young woman as he collected two flutes of champagne and handed one to Bridget. She'd had more than enough to drink for one night, but decided one more wouldn't hurt if she sipped it slowly.

"You must be a regular here," Bridget noted as another passing lady kissed him adoringly on the cheek.

"I used to be," he answered, finding her hand and leading her through to a less crowded room. A mesh curtain fell softly across the doorway and Reid pushed it aside for her. She entered slowly into the dimly lit room, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. Sensual music filled the room and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out an intimate dance floor embraced by luxurious black and red couches in various corners of the room. A few couples were dancing seductively in the middle of the floor and others sat romantically, sipping champagne and exchanging soft words. Reid's hand came around her back leading her further into the room and she spotted a set of carpeted steps leading to other couched areas that were concealed subtly by more draped curtains.

Reid led her over to the back of the dance floor, taking her glass and placing it on a nearby table. Bridget couldn't help but close her eyes as the music began to flow through her. Her head was still swimming and now that she was in a darkened area with fewer eyes on her, she was able to relax. Her fingers ran through her wild hair and her hips swayed slowly in time with the beat. She let her head fall to one side as she moved, bending her knees and twirling herself a few times, her dress floating around her legs. The music was a slow drum beat with a feminine voice singing soulfully and Bridget danced tenderly to the lyrics.

Her eyes opened gently and she found Reid, leaning up against the wall, watching her every move with heated eyes. She felt nervous under his gaze, but didn't cease her movements, and instead turned her back on him, continuing to sway. A moment later, she felt warm hands entwining her waist and she turned her head to see he had moved behind her and was following her movements, his hips close to hers. Her stomach swirled at his close proximity. His body was firm and he had a distinct smell of dark wood and warm spices. She leaned back into him and inhaled, her body heavy and her head dizzy, allowing him to take the lead and rock her flirtatiously, side to side.

"You move like a goddess," his deep voice filled her ear and his words caused a raw heat to stir within her.

Perhaps it was the drunken state she was in, or maybe she'd just accepted that Reid effortlessly turned her on, but when he spun her around and pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard; she found herself melting into him.

His tongue teased the edges of her lips, drawing tiny sighs from her. Her legs were weak, but he kept her firmly pressed into the wall as he devoured her mouth. She could feel the throb of his erection pressing against her leg through his pants and she felt herself dampening at the thought of his length inside her. She must have subconsciously moved against him, because suddenly one of her legs was collected and hitched up against his hip. He parted his lips from hers, allowing him a chance to take in her flustered, aroused state and she felt naked under his gaze. He started grinding roughly into her with an eager growl, his free hand coming to slide up her bare leg and under her dress.

Bridget suddenly crashed back to reality and her hands came hard against Reid's chest, pushing him away.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. He released her leg and she wobbled awkwardly, trying to remain upright. "People can see us."

She brushed the hair from her face and looked around the room. A few people had fixed their gazes upon them, amused expressions on their faces. She noticed there were other couples who were just as intimate on the couches; one lady even had her dress halfway down her waist.

She frowned. "What kind of party is this?"

Reid took her hand in his. "Relax," he breathed. He led her into a back corner of the room which was concealed in dark shadows. "No one can see us here." His fingers trailed her upper arms until they reached her hands, gripping onto them and bringing them up above her head. He planted a series of warm kisses along her collarbone and she closed her eyes, sighing at the sensations each touch of his lips caused her.

It was only when she felt tight rope binding her wrists that her eyes snapped open. "Reid, what are you doing?" She tried to pull her arms down, but they were secured tightly to the wall above her.

"Trust me," he whispered, and he crouched down and began binding her ankles as well.

"What the fuck!" Bridget cried, kicking her legs in an effort to stop him. He caught her flailing limbs one at a time and secured them.

"Let me go!" When Reid ignored her, she glanced around his muscular form to get the attention of the other couples in the room, but just as she went to yell out, a hand clapped over her mouth.

"Bridget," his voice was calming, and his eyes genuine. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He drew a silk scarf from his pocket and gently wrapped it around her mouth before tying a firm knot at the back of her head. She screamed obscenities into the material, but the sound was muffled.

It dawned on her that she was stuck in a house full of strange people and she hadn't even mentioned to any of her friends where she was going. For all they knew, she was safe at home sleeping off the alcohol she'd consumed. It would be days before anyone even thought about looking for her and by then, anything could have happened to her. The thought both terrified her and thrilled her at the same time. God, what was wrong with her?

Rationally, she knew there was no way of escaping until he had finished with her and let her go. She swallowed her fear and bid herself to relax, focusing on her surroundings to keep her mind off whatever Reid was going to do to her.

Although the two of them were hidden in shadow, she still had a clear view of the entire room and she could see that the couples on the dance floor weren't just dancing anymore, they were practically on top of each other. One man's hands were gripping his partner's arse, grinding into her as she moaned into his shoulder. Another woman's breasts were pushed high up over the restraints of her bra, much to the pleasure of another half-naked woman who was fondling them gleefully. What the hell was this place?

Reid knelt in front of her and let his warm hands slide up the length of her legs until they found the edges of her panties.

Bridget shook her head at him, and gave him her best threatening glare despite her predicament.

"You deserve more than boring, Bridget." He smiled and slowly slid her underwear to her feet.

She tried desperately to clamp her legs together as he seductively lifted her dress up to her waist, but the bindings were firmly in place and she could do nothing but flush in humiliation as her nicely waxed mound was unveiled to Reid's eager eyes. He looked up at her approvingly and she turned her head away, cursing furiously into the scarf.

She recognised the waitress Reid had called 'Kendra' lying in a young man's lap on one of the couches nearby. Her tiny dress had been discarded onto the floor and her stockinged legs sat wide open in a bow shape as the man's fingers explored beneath her white lace g-string. Bridget focused on Kendra's face, watching in fascination as her features contorted into a state of bliss and when her mouth dropped open, Bridget imagined if the music weren't so loud, she would be able to hear the moans of pleasure escaping her lips. She felt her stomach coil when Kendra's body arched as the man continued strumming her. He reached out with his free hand and stroked her pert breasts encouragingly.

It was only when Bridget felt Reid's finger slip easily inside her that she realised she was incredibly turned on by the vision in front of her. She jumped slightly at the intrusion and found him staring up at her with a smug smile. She threw him a disgusted look as he rubbed her dewy moisture across her clitoris and an involuntary shudder ran through her. She turned away, desperate to gain control over her reactions.

The man on the couch was now unzipping his pants eagerly and Kendra's g-string was down to her ankles, her spread legs displaying dripping pink lips decorated with a delicate strip of brown hair. A gorged erection bounced out of the man's pants and he mounted the dazed-looking woman, rubbing the head at her entrance teasingly. As he continued the torment, circling the tip through her wet lips, Reid mimicked the act with his finger in Bridget's folds. He'd obviously noticed where she was watching and she was tempted to scrunch her eyes shut, but found she couldn't take her eyes off the erotic scene unfolding before her. The man atop Kendra slipped himself fully inside her, his length disappearing into her until their bodies were melded together. He then drew painfully slow back out again, his cock slick with her juices. He continued driving deep into her and then fully withdrawing from her dripping entrance, fucking her sensually. Reid's fingers teased her in time with the man's thrusts, pinching her clitoris and then sliding deep within her, milking her gradually until she was practically dripping all over his hand. She couldn't control the moans she released into the gag, as his skilful hand gave her more pleasure than she'd felt in months. When his fingers were replaced with the warmth of his tongue, she cried out urgently into the material between her lips. His breath was hot and his lips sucked torturously at her nub. He lapped thirstily, pushing her lips back and forcing his tongue deeper inside her. She writhed against his mouth, her legs wanting to buckle beneath her, but her bound arms held her upright.