Word Association

"Uncontrolled."

                                    "Uninhibited."

"Free."

                                    "Loose."

"Tight."

He snapped the second "T", pronouncing it like a separate syllable, making his intent clear.

                                    "Cunt."

"Fuck."

                                    "Me."

"You."

                                    "Us."

"Coupled."

                                    "Entwined."

"Embrace."

                                    "Torrid."

"Hot."

                                    "Searing."

"Scorching."

                                    "Molten."

"Volcano."

                                    "Tremor."

"Tremble."

                                    "Quiver."

"Quake."

                                    "Erupt!"

Dylan shook his head.

"Simmer," he corrected.

Bastard.

                                    "Boil," she insisted.

Dylan shook his head again.

"Steam."

What a cocktease!

                                    "Cloud."

"Float."

                                    "Ascend."

"Heaven."

                                    "Oh... G - God!"

Dylan stared, mouth open, for the full five seconds before continuing.

"Goddess..." he said.

                                    "Divine!"

"Ecstasy."

                                    "Rapture!"

"Frenzy."

                                    "Convulse."

"Spasm."

                                    "Come!"

"Climax!"

                                    "Cry!"

"Shout!"

                                    "YesOhFuckingGodYes!"

"Exclaim."

                                    "Gasp!"

"Exhale."

                                    "Sigh."

"Collapse."

                                    "Swoon."

"Exhaust."

                                    "Finish."

"Triumph."

                                    "Trophy."

"Accolade."

                                    "Applause."

Dylan stood and bowed, announcing their game was complete.

Paige imagined how she must appear, face and neck flushed with heat – naked lust in her eyes. He had no idea what he had just unleashed, she thought.

Dylan displayed the same cocky expression he had been wearing before their game. "So, where do you want to go on Saturday?"

"Saturday?" Paige was aghast.

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed. "That was our deal. I prove word association is psychologically useful, and I get to take you out on Saturday."

"You think I'm going to wait until Saturday?" Paige asked.

Dylan's eyes widened.

Paige stood and grabbed his shirt, pushing him backwards toward the bed. "You have thirty seconds to stick your cock inside me, or you won't be alive on Saturday!"

As Dylan removed Paige's clothes, he decided that on Saturday he would take her to that new Japanese restaurant. Afterward, they would try Rorschach Tests.

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The End.

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