Savannah's POV
Game Start.
"Are you ready, puppy?"
"Bring it on, you bastard!"
The rules were devastatingly simple. Multiple rounds without physical contact or kissing. Several opportunities each to make the other person crack and reach out first. A battle of temptation that demanded cunning rather than brute force.
I downed the whiskey in one burning gulp, steeling myself for what was coming. Dennis guided me into the living room where an array of outfits was spread across the leather couch. Everything from an elegant evening gown to what could barely be called a maid costume. The scraps of fabric wouldn't even qualify as lingerie. Beside the clothing display, various implements were arranged with deliberate precision. Whips, paddles, and other tools that made my pulse quicken with equal parts fear and anticipation.
