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Click here“Mmmmm,” she breathed. It really did feel wonderful, having him on top of her. “What was that you said to me, Master? Something like why couldn’t you see it?”
“Do you know what a ‘tell’ is?” She shook her head. “It’s poker terminology for a giveaway, a read, something that tips off the other players. When you said that, I realized that I had been doing it the other night at DaVinci’s.”
“Playing with the cigar band?”
“Yeah, we were smoking cigars that night too. I must have been doing it when I was bluffing, and Theo picked up on it.” He rolled off and stretched out beside her on the bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “So you did it deliberately,” she asked, “there at the end?”
He nodded. “I had the kings off the deal, I knew he’d fall for it. A little worried he might have filled a flush, though, but he wouldn’t have bet so heavy on a draw. He thought he’d caught me bluffing.”
She was silent for a moment. “Master, how did you know I’d beat him cutting the cards?”
He laughed. “I didn’t. Maybe I was a little drunk, after all. Ten thousand dollar cut -- crazy.” He shook his head. “What card did you draw?”
She reached over to the dresser. “I’ve got it right here. I’m going to put it in my scrapbook.”
“What? You can’t just take one card out. The whole deck is useless now!” He grabbed for it.
She shook her head, holding the card against her chest. “You made enough money to buy a hundred decks of cards.”
“Shame to waste a perfectly good deck,” he grumbled. “What did you draw, anyway?” She showed it to him, grinning.
“The queen of hearts? No fucking way,” he asked incredulously. She said nothing, just slipped the card under the pillow and crawled beneath the blankets.
“I suppose you think this means something?” he asked, sighing. “You and your tarot cards…”
She giggled. “No, Master,” she said sweetly. “It’s just a card. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He crawled into bed beside her. “Queen of hearts,” he mumbled, chuckling. “Who knows, maybe it does mean something.”
Robin smiled secretly. It had actually been an ace she’d drawn, not the queen. She had a ‘tell’ too, but he didn’t need to know about it. Not yet.
- COMMENTS
StrappySandals2 months agoI'm with appyB! Excellent little poker story. Robin is a delicious sub, and Dougie the master a kind and loving owner!! Love that kind of relationship!!! 5- stars Seattle zack!!
appyB8 months agoJust read a comment that this was "an utter waste of time". I could not disagree more!! I loved it, and thank you for writing it.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoTable, theo, stretched muscles green felt, stack chips, struggled. remained, flash pain, facing table. I've been looking for a story that featured all these terms for most of my life.!!! Now I can die a happy man!!!! So very grateful for such fulfillment!!!! PLEASE, REALLY???? WHAT AN UTTER WASTE OF TIME!!!!
Anonymousabout 16 years agoDelicious, beautifully written. My Master read this to me last night and gave me permission to post how much I liked it. Maybe we'll even adapt it for our own enjoyment.
FantasiaRealmsabout 17 years agoOf the two bearing the same main title, and offering the same charcter names, I must say this one is my favourite:) In short, it contained absolutely everything that makes for good erotic literature:) The player at the door to leave that couldn't perform well enough to let her pleasure him was right on time for the pace of this write, but the icing was the one with the boyfriend, and his promise to help her go clothes shopping in the future so she wouldn't look like a pastry the next time her Master wished to show her off to his friends:) Furthermore, in my opinion, there is little more absoulute treat within or outside erotic readings than knowing through the chosen words, the author has remembered his audience, greeting me with his intelligence on the chosen subject matter, with no insult to my own intellect. I love the metaphor carried in a deck of cards, Sir:) This is a wonderful write, and I have enjoyed delving into all your offered inks, only hoping to have chance to find more in the future:)
~fantasia
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoI loved this contribution. A little long for my liking but it was entirely made up and more by your obvious knowledge of the English language and the way Robin's thoughts are depicted throughout the story.
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