Pay Back

Up until her last hand, Jamie-Lea had been hoping that history would repeat itself, that Aiden would lose, that she would have him at her mercy.

Last time they’d played cards, Aiden had ended up tied spread-eagled to their bed. She’d photographed his helplessness then tickled his ribs to choke off his protests.

His body had gone purple, even his face. She’d continued to tickle him and he’d strained to escape her fingers.

“No, please!” he’d begged.

“Promise to do anything?

“Jamie!”

“Promise?” she’d demanded.

As Jamie-Lea reaches to lift her last card, she yearns to have him in her thrall once more, yearns for what she’d make Aiden promise, yearns for the pleasures of promise fulfilled.

But she loses her last hand, and now Aiden is binding her wrists to the metal headboard atop their bed. Her ribs are exposed. The undersides of her arms are exposed. At least her belly button is covered. No! All he has to do is pull up on the bottom of her chemise and—

Read the whole story to find out what Aiden does. And after you’ve read the story, the first thing you’ll do is rush down to the store to buy a new deck of playing cards. The second thing…