Rose's mind buzzed as she tried to grasp the meaning behind Arias's words. A game? What sort of game? But she couldn't afford to think too long on it; she was still maintaining her façade. With a confident grin, she agreed, "Why not? It'll make the night far more interesting."
Arias smiled back, seemingly pleased with her response. "Is that so? Well, how confident are you in your body's attractiveness to the opposite sex?"
His question caught Rose off guard, but she quickly recovered, falling deeper into his trap. "I'm a sexy, fit, and flexible killer. I think any straight man would have a hard time resisting me," she replied, her confidence evident in her voice.
Arias didn't outright disagree with her, but his expression suggested doubt, causing her to feel slightly unnerved.
"Interesting," he mused, "the game I had in mind is simple. You come onto my lap and grind against me. The first one to release a moan or any sound of pleasure loses. If I lose, you get five million. But if I win, your body is mine for a day."
"!!"
Rose was momentarily shocked by his bluntness, but the idea was undeniably appealing. Ever since she laid eyes on his body, a desire to get intimate with him had sparked within her. Now, she had the chance to indulge that desire and potentially earn a substantial sum of money. Her answer was obvious. "You had me at five million. Just so you know, I'm not some slut who does anything for money. I just think you're attractive."
Arias gave her a light nod, his hand moving under the water to grip her bare waist. "So, the money is like a bonus?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk as he beckoned her to straddle him.
Keeping the conversation light and flirtatious was key to making Rose feel comfortable, helping her forget her insecurities—at least for now. She let his strong, masculine hands guide her onto his lap, facing him. Arias placed both hands on her waist, pausing for a moment to admire her wet, dripping body.
Rose felt a surge of flustered excitement but tried not to show it. She focused on the droplets of water rolling down her breasts and perky nipples, doing her best to appear composed.
After a few seconds, Arias let his hands slide down her body, caressing her curves before they vanished under the water to grip her firm, plump ass. These subtle movements were enough to make Rose's body temperature rise. For a brief moment, she even forgot it was a game, feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss him.
"!!"
Her hazy thoughts were interrupted when she felt Arias's thick member rise and press against her crotch, a sensation that caught her off guard. The surprise was evident in her expression, something Arias noticed, prompting him to tease her. "Careful now, you might lose in less than a second."
He flashed a cocky grin that made Rose frown as she quickly recomposed herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck, determined to win. "It was just a cramp; you won't hear a sound out of me."
Her confidence was still intact as she looked him dead in the eye. Arias, however, tilted his head slightly, amused by her bravado.
"!!"
Suddenly, Rose felt his grip on her ass tighten before he forced her to grind against his erect cock in strong, deliberate strokes. The sensation nearly made her squeal, but she gritted her teeth and bit down on her tongue to stop herself.
Arias chuckled at her struggle. "Do you need to go that far to stop yourself from moaning? Isn't that kind of unfair?"
He feigned a cheated expression, but Rose, despite her flushed cheeks, managed to grin back. "I don't remember you setting up any rules. If I could, I would have taped my mouth shut. Heh."
Her response only played into Arias's hands. He grinned widely before leaning in closer. "Rules, huh? Then I guess that's a two-way thing!"
Before Rose could react, Arias moved his head to one of her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. The sudden surge of pleasure almost made Rose moan, but she held on, her body trembling with the effort to resist.
But Arias wasn't done. As Rose struggled to maintain her composure, she felt his hand slide between her cheeks, stopping at the rim of her little asshole.
"What are you—Fucccccck!?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt his index finger penetrate her rear, eliciting a loud moan from her lips. She had lost, but Arias didn't stop, and neither did she want him to. This was the first time she had experienced pleasure from someone else, and she craved more.
"Ohh fuck, fuck yes, please don't stop," she moaned, no longer trying to hide her pleasure. She knew she had lost, but she didn't care. The orgasm building inside her was too powerful to resist.
But just as she was about to climax, Arias's phone rang, and he stopped.
"I guess that's the end of the game. Feel free to soak a little longer; it's time I tend to business." Rose was left on the edge, desperate for release, but before she could protest, Arias moved her aside and stood up from the Jacuzzi, answering the call.
"Hello? No, now's fine, I was just relaxing. Let's skip the formalities and talk business, shall we?"
With each passing second, the orgasm that had been so close to Rose began to fade, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. 'Fuck!!'
Arias hadn't planned for the call to interrupt them, but it worked out in his favor. Rose had been given a taste of what he could offer, leaving her curious and craving more.
While Rose cursed her bad luck and Arias engaged in business, those he had crossed were also beginning to plot. The most influential among them, President Pete Ross, sat alone in his office within the White House, a frown on his face. The main doors opened, and his expression lightened as he stood to greet his guest.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't accept my invite. Good to see you again, Clark. Or should I call you Superman when you're wearing that?"