Bitch Games: We All Play Them

by Andrea Smith

Genres: romantic comedy box set; romantic short stories; steamy romance; romance boxset; steamy short stories

Synopsis

Bitch games . . . yeah, we all PLAY them . . .
A collection of short stories, with common themes. Some are tame, most are hot, and a couple are scorching. But they all show you just how bitch games are played, and that male or female, everyone is capable of playing them!

Here are the stories contained within:

Danielle

Danielle is home from college recuperating after a horrible assault just as her mother is being hospitalized for the loss of her twin babies. Danielle is trying to heal emotionally, while her mother is in the hospital healing physically. Her stepfather, Jared, is beside himself with grief, and they share their pain with one another in unconventional ways.

Bottoms Up!

Thomas Moskowitz is still licking his wounds from a recent divorce. He's trying to play the single man's games in a world he is no longer familiar with because it's been years. So he ends up in an after-five dive called "Bottoms Up." But Thomas is pleasantly surprised to run into a chick who is all about some bitch games. But who will win?

Forbidden Fruit

It's 1967 in the Deep South. College student Prudence Baker is tired of the bible-thumping bigots who surround her in the sleepy town of Branchville. She is just trying to get through the summer until she returns to college in the fall. But then, a gorgeous black man enters her life. Nathan Crawl is everything she's forbidden to enjoy, but Prudence doesn't care. She throws caution to the wind and goes after what she wants, and what she wants is Nathan Crawl in every way possible.

She's a Doll

Picture it: Bakersfield, California - well, it certainly doesn't match the excitement and night life of L.A. But when Casey's job transfers her there, she tries to make the best of it. When the man of Casey's dreams shows an interest in her, she can feel the sexual tension blossom. It doesn't hurt that he lives right next door to her, but she soon finds out the walls are thin, and all is not as it seems!

A Game We Play

Sena Bodem. A socialite with issues caused by a trauma she experienced which has left her . . . unable to physically connect. She goes for help. Daire Maxfield gives her much more.

Bitch Games

Ally and Jen are BFFS since high school. Now they're in college and share an apartment. But some things not even best friends should share. Trying to stir up a bit of excitement with their respective boyfriends proves to be hot, but when jealousy enters the picture, the friendships just might turn toxic.

Daughter Dearest

What a girl won't do for a college education! So while all of her friends are soaking up the sun on pristine beaches from Florida to California, Sherry is in Carbondale playing marriage counselor to her mother and stepfather. But the favor they ask has Sherry caught in a no-win situation.

Sometimes a kind heart can become a heart of stone when lust and betrayal enter the equation.

WARNING! NOT for the faint of heart!

HORNY AND MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

Release date: November 3, 2020

Publisher: MEATBALL TASTER PUBLISHING, LLC

Print pages: 294

Content advisory: 18+

Sample

I study the beauty who stands before me in nothing but the red lingerie I requested of her for our first session.

“Why only five sessions?”

I take off my cuff links. “That’s all you will need, Sena.”

“You’re so sure of yourself.”

“Would you like someone else? I have a magnitude of men for your choosing.”

I refrain from lecturing her while I wait for her response.

I am a businessman with a healthy appetite for healing women with sexual repression, and no matter how much I crave to restore another beauty — I will not be doubted.

“You have a reputation,” she says with a low tone. “You and your friends.”

“Indeed.”

I slide off my suit jacket.

“You can help me?”

I chuckle. “You will be able to fuck without stress when we are through.”

Her breath hitches. “You understand my plight?”

        Sena Bodem, the socialite with issues.

“Are you uncomfortable standing in my room with barely any clothing on?”

The beauty huffs. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Sena Bodem, the socialite who woke up naked with two strange men sleeping beside her.”

“Yes, it was my Freshman year of college, and I have no recollection of how I lost my virginity. Only it happened, I cannot recall it, and every man since — I lock up, freeze into a block of ice.”

This is nothing new to me. “I ask you again. Are you uncomfortable?”

Sena wraps her arms around her chest. “Yes.”

I nod my head. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes. Take a seat on the bed.”

The light fades from her gorgeous green eyes.

To repair the broken pieces inside of her, I need her to trust me. “Bodem, nothing is going to happen tonight. Sexually.”

My words light a fire in her. “Then why the fucking lingerie?”

“I won’t ask you again.”

I pour two tumblers of amber liquid and hand her one of the glasses as she sits on the edge of the bed. “Tonight, we’re going to drink, and you are going to continuously tell me no when I make a pass at you.”

Sena takes a sip and hisses. “Why would I do that?”

I sit beside her as I place the bottle on the floor; she will need more than one glass. “You lock up for many reasons. One being control.”

I watch as she tucks her brown locks behind her right ear. “It is a part of my fear,” she says so quietly I barely hear the words. “Changing my mind before or during— for them to keep going.”

“Your fear is not unwarranted, Bodem.”

She swallows the rest of her glass. “Thank you.”

I offer her a refill. “For what, beautiful?”

“Your help, I guess.”

“I get something out of this too, Miss Bodem,” I admit as I put my glass and the bottle of liquid on the floor. “I’m a sick and twisted motherfucker who gains pleasure from fixing broken women.”

The alluring Sena Bodem tilts her head to the side. “We’re a game to you, aren’t we?”

With a smirk, I nod. “Each one— a puzzle I get to piece back together.”

“You ever run into a puzzle you cannot solve?”

“Never.” I run a hand down her delicate arm, and she knocks it away. “Good girl,” I boast. “Let’s get you a little more inebriated.”

“I must admit I’m a little doubtful of your ways.”

“Talk to me after your last session.”

She shakes her head in disgust, but it is no matter to me. When she is finished with her sessions, she will be ready for any man.

“You’re never in danger of falling in love?”

It is a question I have been asked countless times. “No, I’m a married man.”

She stands quickly and loses her footing. “What,” she screeches loudly.

“My wife was assaulted and murdered,” I murmur as I catch the unstable beauty. “You didn’t do enough research into my practices after all.”

“And if she were still alive?”

I move her back to the bed and trail my lips along her right shoulder, whispering my words. “My insatiable needs would be met by her and only her.”

“You couldn’t help your wife, so you help other women,” she hums more to herself than to me.

“Indeed.”

“You smell like the woods.”

I make a mental note of her change of topic.

I chuckle. “Does is calm you?”

Sena gives a slight tilt of her head, opening her neck to me.

Every tiny detail about my sessions is done with a calculated precision— to make the client more settled, less rattled up.

“Tell me more,” I say against the soft skin of her neck.

“It has a clean and earthly smell. Very calming.”

She’s failing.

I nip at her neck to encourage her to push me away.

Sena….

The little lioness refuses to lock up or to take control of her situation.

Daire, man, this could be a fucking problem.

With my frustration growing I push her back onto the bed, her eyes widening with a gasp. “What are you doing?”

I climb on top of her and pin her arms to the side of her body. “We have a situation, Bodem. I believe you’re much too attracted to me.”

A growl escapes her sweet lips. “Get. Off. Of. Me.”

I smirk when I get a glimpse of her hard nipples. “You’re turned on.”

“Getting turned on has never been an issue, it has always been the follow through,” she huffs and wiggles underneath my hard body. “Five sessions my ass.”

“Feisty,” I chuckle with a grind of my hips.

The movement freezes her completely, her skin turning ashen, the rise and fall of her chest frozen in place.

I unpin her. “That’s what I needed,” I coax her as I run a hand through her hair. “I needed to see what I was working with.”

She is still in a state of shock, so I remove my hand and put some distance between us, “Sena, breathe.”

Her eye lids flutter for a few brief moments before her gaze seeks me out. “That’s what happens,” she murmurs softly as she sits up and crosses her legs in front of her chest. “It is the strangest out of body experience. I check out,” she says with a shrug. “I crave intimate touches and yet when I get down to it, my mind and body—”

“Locks itself away?”

‘Yes, exactly.”

 “All of what you are experiencing is normal for your trauma.”

Sena nibbles on her bottom lip as she speaks. “It is traumatic. What happened to me.”

As she is talking and worrying away her bottom lip, I gradually move closer. Slow movements as to not startle her, but I must continue our session if she is going to be healed in the five allotted sessions. I have never once failed a female in my wicked and twisted little game; and I will not let Sena be the first.

I could go into detail about how I am in desperate need for my own therapy after what happened to my wife, but I have learned to cope in a way that heals not only myself, but my clients as well.

You also get off on this shit.

I chuckle to myself.

A phone rings in the distance and I snap my eyes to hers and quirk an eyebrow. “Sena,” I warn as she jumps from the bed apologizing as she reaches her purse.

I growl and stand. “You’re already failing.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats as she puts her purse back on the dresser with a small smirk on her face.

I cross my arms. “What is the smirk for, Sena?”

Sena fidgets. “I’m seeing someone.”

I nod. “Good for you, back on the bed.”

My words snap the stupid smile off her beautiful face. “Right.”

I uncross my arms and gesture to the bed. “Now.”

Sena rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

“What’s wrong?” she questions me a moment later.

I tilt my head to the ceiling and take a deep breath and I re-posture myself. "Patience. I don’t have any.”

Sena laughs. “Wrong line of work wouldn’t you say?”

I give her a wolfish grin as I stalk towards her. “Not at all, Miss Bodem. Not at all."

Her body instinctively scoots further up the bed as I move to her with purpose.

“What… what are you doing?” she gasps as I wrap my hands around her ankles, pulling her down to the edge of the bed.

“Fight me,” I order as I crawl up the bed, my hands running up her delicious tan legs. “Sena."

“What is it about you?” she murmurs more to herself than to me.

I dip my head and blow onto her center; she shivers with a low moan. “What are you supposed to be doing, Bodem?”

  “I can’t think.”

Oh, this is going to make my job so much fucking easier.

Sena falls to her elbows, her eyes close when I move her panties to the side with my thumbs and I blow directly onto her sweet clit; so pink and juicy, beckoning me with its swollen need.

I refrain.

This is the intro session, fuckwad! Get a hold of yourself!

I let go of her panties and give her pussy a small slap as I climb from the bed. “Up you go. I know what we’re working with now.”

I smirk to myself knowing she’ll be easier to crack than I originally thought.

When I don’t hear any movement coming from the bed, I turn back towards her. “Sena?”

Sena snaps up and onto her elbows. “I didn’t freeze up,” she murmurs. “When you parted my panties and slapped my vagina.”

I quirk my brow. “Use more vulgar language in the future.”

She shakes her head. “Okay. My pussy.”

“Good girl and no you didn’t.”

Sena sits completely up and narrows her eyes. “You know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes. Come sit on the chaise lounge, please.”

I take a seat in my chair beside the lounge and wait for her to get situated.

“First thing I have learned— is you’re never going to be able to have a one-night stand.”

The beauty blows out a breath. “You’re sure?”

I give a brief nod. “You know of my reputation. You already knew about me because of the Manhattan social life. Your brain has me filed away already as a person whom you can trust with your safety. It was how I was able to do what I just did.”

The lioness leans back. “That actually makes a ton of sense. You’re very well trusted amongst the community.”

“I am,” I nod. “You already feel safe with me. This is good, Sena. We already know one of your quirks. I’m going to assume you never got further than a second date with someone before trying to sleep with them. Am I correct?”

“You’re correct,” she says with a little too much excitement. “You know our community keeps a tight lid on people, so you never know what you’re going to get. You on the other hand know all the right people and how to spread word about your extracurricular activities. You’re very successful.”

Smart woman.  “Which is how you know you can trust me.”

“Wow,” she says with a smile. “I’m feeling better about this now.”

I chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our second session.”

“Wait,” she says as she scrambles up. “Why did I lock up when you climbed on top of me though?”

“Tomorrow I’ll show you why.”