Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I guided us forward.
Dozens of candles flickered gently around us. Their flames cast a warm, golden glow that seemed to embrace the entire room.
As we got closer to the picnic set up, I breathed in the candles’ scent of jasmine and rose.
Fragrant flower arrangements bordered the blanket. Lush roses and bright peonies intertwined within cascading greenery. Their petals were a riot of color.
Perfect.
Upon the blanket, an array of elegant picnic foods was artfully displayed on antique lace plate settings and surrounded by gold cutlery and hand-painted porcelain plates.
I checked the food and nodded.
Good job, Pierre.
Each dish symbolized the highest level of culinary skill and sophistication. Delicate finger sandwiches with smoked salmon and cream cheese, caprese salad skewers, rich and decadent chocolate-covered strawberries, and a beautifully arranged charcuterie board boasting an assortment of fine cheeses and cured meats.
They all summoned us to savor their exquisite flavors.
Among the delicious dishes, crystal champagne flutes sparkled in the candlelight. Each one was filled with a fine vintage that sent bubbles dancing to the surface.
“Tristan. . .” Nova touched her chest. “This is. . .outstanding. You really know how to blow my mind.”
My nerves calmed.
In that moment, I realized that I had truly cared about if she would like my surprise or not. That feeling was somewhat new. Usually, I just. . .knew that the date would be fine, or maybe I didn’t care if the woman enjoyed it or not.
But with Nova. . .
I shook off the odd feeling and gestured for her to sit. “Let’s enjoy this.”
Smiling, she lowered onto the blanket.
Following, I sat down next to her, picked up the flutes of champagne, and gave her one. “Thank you for skipping your studies and spending time with me.”
She took the flute. “I’m glad I skipped too.”
I smirked. “Time with me or books, was it truly a difficult decision?”
A wicked expression hit her face. “I found a way to figure out my choice.”
“Did you now?”
“Yes.” She took a sip of her champagne.
“And what way was that?”
“Your tie helped.”
My cock jerked in my pants as I went back to the vision of Nova on her bed, rubbing her pussy all over the silky fabric.
She spotted the thick, blank white cards next to her and then pointed to the pens by a big jar. “What is this over here?”
“A new game.”
“You really love games?”
“I do.”
“What is this one called?”
“Fantasies.”
“Okay.” She smiled. “And how do we play?”
“We both write ten statements that deal with our sexual fantasies or limits.”
“So some statements could deal with fantasies I like and others could be situations that I would never want to be in?”
“Exactly.”
“Which means some of these statements could be a lie?”
“Yes, again.” I grabbed a pen. “Once done writing each statement, we fold the papers and place them in the jar.”
“Alright.” She picked up a pen.
“We will take turns drawing a statement from the jar and reading it aloud. Now this is the part that gets interesting—”
“I would say the whole game is interesting, Tristan.” She chuckled.
“That could be true.” I winked. “However, when the statement is read, the person who did not write the statement must attempt to guess if the statement is true or not.”
“Okay.”
“And, you have one chance to guess the correct answer.”
“So.” She tapped her pen against her leg. “If you wrote the statement: I love getting my toes sucked. And I answer. . .”
I quirked my brows. “What would you think? Do I like my toes getting sucked or not?”
“Hmmm.” She studied me. “Sigmund Freud claimed that people sexualized feet because they resembled penises.”
What?
I widened my eyes.
She grinned. “I’ve always disagreed with that.”
Truly intrigued, I leaned forward. “Why do you think people have foot fetishes?”
“There’s of course the fact that some just find feet sexy, but then there’re the others that can see feet as symbolic for submission, dominance, or power dynamics.”
“I can get that.”
“But, on the other side, the act of caring for or worshipping feet can be seen as an intimate or nurturing experience, reinforcing the emotional bond between partners.”
“And do you think that I love getting my toes sucked?”
“No, but. . .I think you would enjoy sucking my toes. But only if you deemed me as a being a good girl.”
My body heated as I thought of sucking each of her toes, nibbling on the tasty flesh, and then sliding my tongue between each digit.
Nova observed me, surely having a good idea of the reaction she had triggered in me.
I licked my lips. “And would you be a good girl?”
“Sometimes.” A wicked smile spread across her face.
“And other times?”
She blushed. “I would be bad.”
A dark groan left me.
She cleared her throat. “But. . .back to your game.”
I moved my gaze to her sandals. Her perfectly manicured toes were polished sapphire blue.
“So, what if I answer the statement correctly in the game?” she asked.