After the eventful night, they'd retired to their room to have wild, wild sex. The morning after, Malora felt sore in all the right places.

Before leaving for a meeting, Titan had ordered a buffet for breakfast, along with all types of drink; OJ, Apple juice, a pot of steaming coffee and kale smoothie.

Dressers in nothing but her birthday suit, Malora had joined him for breakfast by the window, taking in the splendid view. And after breakfast, he'd taken her by the window until they were both satiated. He left shortly after, murmuring about calling her when he returned.

Malora went back to bed after he left and slept until late in the noon. She only woke up after lunch was delivered. Lunch consisted of Big Bang Guacamole and Cheesy garlic artichoke dip as an appetizer, corn chowder, potato pancakes as side dish, and butter cake for dessert. The chef sent a bottle of Merlot as complimentary.

Malora was in seventh heaven as she dug into her food with gusto. It was so easy to get spoiled when you were treated like a princess. She didn't want to think of how she would cope when the three months were finally over. She was browsing through the internet, after the staff had come to wheel out the leftovers, when she heard a knock.

It turned out to be the bellhop who delivered a large box and an envelope. Malora thanked him, shut the door and took the box back to their room.

She opened the envelope first. It read;
I will call soon. Be prepared. And was signed T.

The box contained a body-skimming sheer silver beaded halter back gown, by Naeem Khan, Judith Leiber Swarovski-gemmed clutch purse, and Silver five inches strappy heels.

It was so beautiful, that Malora clutched the box cover to her chest as tears filled her eyes.

Titan kept buying her all these thing. But does he feel the same way she felt about him, or was this all a game to him?

*

'Hello,' he said, his voice warm and almost dripping through the phone. Malora thought he was amused that she sounded flustered. 'I'm in the car outside. Come downstairs.'

'Right now?'

'You have sixty seconds,' he said with a chuckle, but Malora didn't think the laugh meant he was kidding. He hung up.

Quick, girl!

Malora stripped off the white cotton briefs, pulled on the dress, and jammed her feet into the heel. Her hair was brushed over her left shoulder, and she applied light makeup.

She looked like a dream.

Maybe she didn't need to glam up because they were only going to play in the car or because he was finally going to collect that blow job she expected to give. Or maybe it was his fault for not specifying. These thoughts were all crowding her head as she rode the posh elevator down to the lobby and hurried handsome bellhop.

A black limousine idled by the entrance, and a young man was standing beside it in a well-cut suit, no hat. He opened the passenger door as Malora approached, then shut it after she climbed in.

Her date was in the backseat, of course, taking in her appearance with a cool sweep of his eyes. He had one arm along the back of the seat, but he didn't look relaxed.

'Did I make it?' Malora couldn't help but ask. 'In sixty seconds?'

'And if you didn't?' he asked, a slight smirk coming onto his face.

'Um, I don't know?'

He laughed and knocked twice on the glass that separated them from the driver. The car began to move. 'There should be a penalty for failure,' he said.

Something about the way he said the word penalty made her feel melty between her legs. He put an emphasis on the word that made it sound dirty and delicious. He had a very careful way of speaking, each word coming out at a deliberate pace.

'What sort of penalty?'

'Well, ideally it would be something you don't particularly like but something I do.' He reached up and tugged on one ear as he mulled it over. 'We'll have to discover those things later. What is considered a penalty for one person might be a reward for another.' He gestured toward her legs. 'Spread them a bit apart, if you please.'

Malora separated her knees until the hem of the dress was taut. 'Tell me what you like, Malora.'

Okay, this was one of his weird, honest conversation time. That didn't mean she liked it.

'What I like?'

He gestured for her to continue, giving no clues as to how to answer the question.

'I like numbers.'

'Indeed? I would love to discuss it later.'

'And. . .and Thai food, and ice cream.' Ugh, that made her sound like she was five, but it was difficult to think with him so close. Malora wanted to crawl into his lap and bury her nose in his collar, among other things.

He nodded as if her answers were acceptable and encouraged her to keep going.

'And. . .' Malora tried to think of how to say what she liked in sex.

They'd had sex plenty of times, yes. But this was her chance to express what she liked, and she knew it. But Malora didn't really have a good answer. What she did know was that what little sex they'd had, when it wasn't outright BDSM, had been mostly explosive. Titan was the ultimate example of a sex god, which gave her one saucy thing to say. 'I like guys who can get it up and keep it up,' she said.

That startled another laugh out of him and he pressed his fingertips to his lips as if he were holding back more. He cleared his throat and said, 'I see.'

'Are you going to tell me what you like, too?' Malora asked.

'Oh, but you already know,' he said. 'I like telling you what to do, and I like it even more when you obey. I like it when you succeed and I like rewarding you. However, when you fail, I also like enacting penalties. So, you see, it's a win-win game for me, so long as you continue to obey. L'

'Huh. Yes, I think I understand that.' Then remembered what she was asked to say. 'Master T,' she quickly amended.

'Good.' His tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he continued. 'Then I want you to reach under your shirt and pinch one of your nipples as hard as you can.'

'Oh—damn, I mean yes, Master T.' Why couldn't I remember that?

'Two pinches, then,' he said, penalizing her already.

'One on each side?'

'If you like.'

Malora reached under her shirt and held each nipple loosely between her thumb and foreknuckle. She took a breath, then squeezed. 'Ow!' she hadn't even squeezed particularly hard, but they were sensitive. In the moment after the pinch, though, she felt a lovely warm flush spread over her skin. Did he know that was what it felt like?

'Good,' he said. 'I love your breasts with their tiny little nubs.'

That was true. What with the way he'd always fumbled them while having sex. 'Would you like to see them?' she asked, her hands already on the edge of the deep V-neckline that stopped few inches below her belly button.

'Yes, please, my little hellcat. I would like to see your nipples now that you've pinched them.'

Malora pushed the edges aside just enough to expose her rosy dark nipples and she saw him swallow. He hid it well, but there was that slight shift, a tiny movement that exposed how tightly wound with desire he was. Her own need seemed to rise in response. She still wasn't used to that feeling. It was heady and delicious. He nodded and gestured at her to cover herself again.

'Thank you. Now, you were eight seconds late. I think you should pinch and hold them for eight seconds as your penalty.'

Malora sucked in a breath. 'I'm. . .I'm not sure I can.' That sounded like a long time to be in pain.

'Does that mean you want me to do it instead? I assure you I won't go easy.'

'No, I. . .What if I can't stand it and I let go? Does the timer start over or can I do it in pieces?'

He pondered a moment. 'The timer starting over seems a fitting penalty for failure, doesn't it?'

'I suppose.' She swallowed. 'In that case, maybe you should do it.'

'You want me to pinch your nipples?' He arched an eyebrow.

'I want. . .to feel your hands on me,' Malora said.

His smile was warm and genuine. 'I approve of honesty. Come here, then.'

Malora slid closer to him on the seat, thrusting her breasts toward him.

He slid his hand through the edges of the neckline and grazed his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened eagerly under the caress, and Malora's breathing went ragged.

'You like being touched like this,' he whispered, now that she was close to him.

'Y-yes,' she said.

'This is your reward for being honest with me about your desires,' he said, teasing her with his thumbs, gentle sweeps up the curve of her breasts and then again lightly over the nipple. Malora shivered, her arousal surging. That was the way she touched herself when she fantasized, only it felt even better when he did it. His mouth was close to hers and she imagined kissing his lips, which looked lush this close up. In the shadowy light of the car, his eyes were almost black. She could see a dark dot on his ear like he'd had it pierced but wasn't wearing an earring. Malora wondered how she hadn't noticed it before now.

'And now the penalty.'

He squeezed then and Malora cried out, her voice sounding loud in the closed space of the car. When her cry trailed off, she realized he was whispering numbers into my ear.

'Six. . .seven. . .' He seemed to be squeezing harder as the numbers went higher, and Malora realized she was clinging to his shoulders. 'Eight,' he breathed, and let go, and she held on to him tighter.

He held her also, for a few moments, now that his hands weren't torturing her. His arms felt muscular, surrounding me with strength and that delicious scent. Then he sat back and Malora composed herself, putting a few inches between them, trying to gather her wits again. The flush she'd felt the last time was stronger, covering her entire body and centering between her legs.

'Too much?' he asked.

Malora shook her head, but her hand was shaking as she reached up to wipe the sudden tears that had sprung from her eyes. Whew. 'Let's just say that's good incentive for me not to fail,' she said.

She loved how she felt now, but the pain itself, well, it had hurt. Then again, she was surprised by how good she felt now. Malora took a deep breath. 'What next?'

He drew a handkerchief from his breastpocket and dabbed his forehead. Nice to see she wasn't the only one affected. When he had composed himself, he said, 'Tell me what you have on under the dress.'

Malora's heart rate was already fast, but it sped up even more with excitement. 'Well, you didn't say to wear any panties. So. . .so I thought I shouldn't since I am not wearing any bra.'

'Is it really that you're such a good girl that you thought you shouldn’t?' He chuckled. 'Or that you're a dirty girl who hopes I'll do wicked things to her?'

'Can't I be both?'

His grin was one of delighted surprise and he put a warm hand on her shin. 'Indeed, little hellcat. Life's full of people who want to split everything into either/or, when in reality so often and would serve them better. Perhaps that should be our motto. 'Forget or—embrace and?' I like both, so let's have both.' His hand smoothed up and down her leg a sensual touch that felt so different from a caress on bare skin. 'You appear to have followed most of my instructions to the letter. Should you get a reward for that?'

'Shouldn't I?'

'Except that you did wear a makeup, and I don't recall telling you to do that.'

Damn. He had a point. 'Well, I had to.'

'You're flawless without makeup,' he said wryly.

'Oh. Really?' Who knew?

His hand drifted up to her bare knee. 'I want to see what you're not wearing.'

Malora froze, not because she didn't want to show him but because she didn't know how to do it without looking like a stupid.

'Put your feet in my lap,' he said helpfully.

Malora kicked off the heels and settled her feet in his lap, her upper body leaning back against the car door. She could feel the seriousness of his erection through the soles of her feet.

'Now spread your knees.'

Her cheeks went hot as she did it, and Malora had to look away. She hadn't ever simply showed myself that way before. Her wide-open crotch was staring him in the face.

'May I point out that you are dripping wet with desire?' he said.

'Thank you?' She blushed harder. 'That was a compliment, right?'

'Yes, it was, little dove.' He settled his warm palms against the insides of her knees. 'It reassures me you like this game. As for whether you're flawless without makeup, the sight would have pleased me, surely, but your choice to wear makeup is more prudent and it gives us more options for where to go this evening.'

Malora sighed.

'Let's play a game,' he said.

'What type of game?'

'This is part of the game. My requests won't always be clear. You have the choice to ask for clarification or to interpret what I've said to the best of your abilities. Your interpretations are part of the pleasure. When you interpret things in a way that pleases me, you are rewarded. Choose a way that displeases me, and you'll be punished, which I'll enjoy in any case. Asking for clarification is not an admission of defeat, but be warned, even the clearest answer may be open to interpretation.'

'Yes, Master T.' His thumb rubbed back and forth at the edge of her knee, and she shuddered as if he were rubbing something else.

'Do you want to close your legs?' he asked then. 'Are you uncomfortable?'

'Yes, I'm uncomfortable, but that doesn't mean I want you to stop.' Malora forced herself to look at his face.

He met her gaze, seemingly more interested in her expression than in her exposed private parts. 'Tell me your fantasies.'

'Ha-ha, get a steady job, a fabulous job, and a penthouse apartment,' Malora joked.

'Are these merely fantasies,' he answered with a smile, 'or are some attainable?'

Malora shrugged, and was rewarded with a pinch of her clit. She winced.

'Answer me.'

'I'm sorry,' she murmured, 'they're attainable, Master T.'

'Good. Now would you answer my original question more seriously?'

'Which question?'

'I would like you to tell me one of your fantasies. Sexual fantasies, if I need to be specific.' He switched to his other hand and kept caressing her.

Her clit still throbbed from his earlier assault.

Chapter dedication: Mharrz

A/N:

Titan changes so many times that I have headache, I swear.

I wonder how Malora feels, if I am feeling this way.