Seduction Game Novels & Stories

As he reached out to draw her closer, she shifted to the opposite side of the bed, to which he responded with a chuckle. "So, you want to play games? If you won't come to me, then I'll come to you." With one arm securing her in place, the other cautiously ascended her leg and slipped beneath her nightgown. She began to moan as he sensually stroked and felt the wetness, eventually positioning her onto her back as he scaled on top of her. Alex kissed her neck while his finger worked its magic. With heavy breaths, Serena lifted her hip and matched the rhythm of his movements. Alex increased the intensity of his finger's penetration, asking huskily, "Do you enjoy it?"

‘I’ve tried Relax and Energise. ‘So no market research on Seduction?’ ‘Yes, just not—personal research.’ There was a long, pulsing silence and then he put the candle down and leaned his hips on the desk, the movement of his trousers revealing expensive polished shoes. ‘Let me tell you something about seduction, Sophia.’ His voice was more seductive than a thousand scented candles. ‘To you it’s just a word, but it’s so much more than that. Seduction is about tempting, enticing and persuading until you’ve driven someone mad with need. Yes, scent is important, but not the artificial scent of a candle—it’s the individual scent of the person you’re with, and it’s not just scent but scent combined

He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away. “Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. His hand released my neck, sliding lower, guiding me down. “On your knees, Snow.” His words rattled through me, leaving me trembling with a mix of nerves and aching need. My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I sank slowly, the cool floor pressing against my knees as my hands slid up his thighs, pausing at the waistband of his trousers. Isaac’s grip stayed in my hair, firm but not cruel, tilting my head just enough so I had to look up at him. His gaze burned down at me, heavy, unreadable, making my stomac

And then, as suddenly as he had backed me up against the wall, he freed me of his gaze, of his mouth, and of his almost unbearably arousing closeness. “Let’s resume our dinner, shall we?” He suggested in a husky tone, his eyes darting to the corridor leading to the dining room. I nodded numbly and then followed him in silence. He was playing a game of seduction — according to what I just experienced — and, even if it saddened me to say it, the truth was I was not immune to him.

“Okay… What game are we running on this guy?” “Nothing major. I just want to spark his interest in me. Get him craving, yearning, dying to get between my legs — then shut him down hard when he tries. I just need him to chase me.” I lied smoothly. The shutdown was real, but I left out the part where I secretly wanted him to fuck me senseless first. “Oh, I get it,” Shalling said, holding back a laugh. “You want him chasing while you play hard to get?” “Exactly.”

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

I walked toward them, each step a deliberate sway of my hips. “Last time, I was…indisposed,” I said, stopping just before Knox. I reached out and traced a finger down the center of his tense chest. He shuddered under my touch. “This time, I want to play a game. My game. And I want you all to play along.” Dante’s eyes were practically black. “What kind of game?” I looked at each of them, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. “A game of trust. And sensation. And frustration.” I stepped back, pointing to three spots on the floor in front of my bed. “Kneel. All of you.”

With only one movement, Dennis removed his penis from his underwear, and he was already absurdly erect, waiting. My vaginal lips contracted and moistened even more with that vision, even more at the angle I was. The man was a spectacle. In every sense of that word. He could have prevented me from advancing to his lap, like that pet we acted so much when we were alone, and that would have driven me crazy. It was all a game. A seduction without rules, but with respect. Something mutual. Which we never need to establish in advance. He simply understood my needs. And I was always ready to please him. Honestly, I didn't even know how that idiot was losing me so easily.

"Then, why do you resist looking at me?" Elvin didn't say anything. The darkness and her sultry voice were doing things to him that he found himself hard beneath the sheet. "Let's play a game," Eve said. Elvin didn't say a thing. "I'm going to send my hands between your legs," Eve said, "and if I find you hard, you're going to ride me." Nice one. On a normal day, before she traces her fingers down to his thigh, he would already be hard. But this game, he had very well lost it, and this beautiful night, he saw himself riding her.

God, please… don’t let me embarrass myself. He raised his glass, watching me over the rim as he took a slow sip. The faint clink as he set it back down made me flinch. Then, leaning forward, his gaze locked onto mine with unsettling intensity. “I want us to make a deal,” he said, voice low but firm. My head snapped up, confusion flashing across my face. A deal? With me? “Sir, I… I don’t understand.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. The corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile. “Tell me,” he asked, his tone deceptively casual, “what kind of man do you want to marry?”