A Game of Chess

“It’s been a lovely evening, Becca.” You tell her, as you realize your king is once again going to be trapped into a sequence that will surely lead to a checkmate.

Becca took you on a tour of her home after dinner. Other than the word ‘luxury’ that popped in your head as your first impression, the only word you can describe it is massive. You live in a spacious apartment that you’re pretty aware is a luxury in this city, but places like Becca’s penthouse suite seem like they’re reserved for internet pages that compile the most expensive homes in the world. Not even the presidential suite of Hoffman Hotels can hold a candle to its size.

On the other side of the coin, it also makes one thing extremely apparent.

It feels empty.

Not empty of stuff. Just empty of that hominess. That hominess that you experienced when you were with her and Marybeth while having dinner.

So many bedrooms, bathrooms, and common lounge areas; a gym, a home theater, a private indoor pool as her basement, and she didn’t even tour you into an area in the penthouse that she considered private. All that being said, Becca’s really the only one living here other than her two maids, Marybeth and Gigi, who have a separate area just for them anyway. To add to that effect, high ceilings and wide spaces made you feel even more small; like you’re in a mall and not a home.

Of course, you didn’t tell her any of that; but it is in the back of your mind that Becca’s private life is one she keeps guarded and, well, private. You’re just glad that she’s willing and open to share it with you now. Like how she included her private study into her tour just so she can share her book collection with you. A lot of it is business related, but her section on fiction really shows her preference for **** mysteries and crime thrillers.

It’s in her study that you noticed the gorgeous looking chess set she had on display. It caught your eye mainly because of the gorgeous wooden pieces it had. They were intricately carved to look like medieval statues; and the design of the base of the board itself matched the design of the carvings in the room’s crown molding, telling you that Becca had this board custom made.

Your fascination over the board finally got Becca to ask you if you play, and you only answered that ‘you’ve played before’. Hiding the fact that you learned to play from the hustlers at the park while babysitting Stella and Cassie as kids, so you’re not a complete newbie to the game. You even thought Becca fell for your trap when she asked if you’d like to play with take backs and without timers, but you said you can manage.

You played up your ineptitude in the first game, just to see how many blunders Becca would commit during the normal course of a game, before trying to ramp up and place her in traps in the subsequent games. At least, that was the plan. Three serious games later, and you haven’t even come close to getting an advantage on Becca during a single one of those games.

Which brings you back to…

“Is that your way of saying that you concede?” Becca asks you, obviously teasing.

“It’s my way of saying that the ‘lovely’ part is past tense, because getting my ass kicked in chess four games in a row isn’t so lovely.” You jokingly reply, making her laugh.

“It’s why I offered you to have take backs before we started.” Becca says smugly.

“Yeah. Uh huh. That’s not at all condescending.” You continue to joke, before Becca apologizes while beginning to laugh her demurred laugh that she covers with her hand.

“Apologies. I didn’t mean it to sound condescending.” Becca half-heartedly says, and you’re already waiting for the roast she’s setting up. “Just necessary for your talents.” Becca adds, and you just nod as a response to tell her you were expecting that.

“Like I said, it was a lovely evening.” You repeat with joking sarcasm, before finally tipping over your king to signify your surrender.

“Let’s play a game you’re actually good at, next time.” Becca continues to jab.

“Oh ho~. You might regret saying that.” You confidently say back. Becca takes you by surprise by standing up suddenly, before leaning on the table to get into your personal space.

“I’m pretty sure I can beat you in any… game you suggest.” Becca replies, but she does it so seductively and so seriously that the ‘game’ she’s referring to could only mean one thing.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t beat me in Smash 1-v-1.” You joke, just to see if it breaks Becca’s character.

“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Becca asks in such a sultry voice, while her smile gets wicked as she starts towering over you to make you look up to her. You notice this as the power move that it is, and stand up to use your height against her and turn the tables. Your dominant display gets Becca to give you a wry smile of amusement.

“Would you prefer it if I called it Melee?” You ask her, still trying to break her.

“I’d prefer you’d call it for what it really is.” Becca says suggestively.

“Super Smash Brothers?” You continue to not play into her seductive game, giving her an awkward smile as you try to hold in your laughter.

“Enough of this.” Becca finally declares before pushing you in the middle of your chest. If circumstances were normal, the strength she did it with wouldn’t have caused you to fall back onto your seat, but the surprise of the push, and your legs hitting the chair behind you when you moved backwards were enough to get Becca’s intended effect.

Becca then nonchalantly pushes aside the board, toppling it over and causing the pieces to scatter across the floor, just so that it could no longer block her path towards you.

“Wasn’t that ex—” You’re about to ask, before you pause right in the middle as Becca places her foot right between your manspreading legs, her toes brushing your crotch as it does, “—pensive.” You finally add, as Becca looks at you wickedly.

“I can get another one.” Becca says with so much confidence and nonchalance that you know she’s not bluffing.

“Are we going to play Smash—” You’re about to ask another cheeky question just to show you’re not intimidated by her, but Becca moves the arch of her foot over your crotch that stops you in your tracks.

“Yes.” Becca says in her authoritative voice. “Whatever it is that you’re calling it, yes. We are still playing your childish games.” She then adds, the hint of frustration in her voice that you’re still trying to joke around. It’s the same hint of frustration you hear in your voice when Viv plays up her brattiness to get you to act more dominant. It’s this realization that gets the remnants of the cheeky smile you had, when you were still attempting to joke around with Becca, to leave. Becca’s finally gotten you on the same level of seriousness she’s in too.

You stand up just as suddenly as Becca pushed you, taking her by surprise. The foot she had on your crotch gets pushed away, causing her to not have proper balance, and she almost falls to the floor. You anticipate as much, and catch her before she falls to the floor with your arm wrapping around her waist.

“Then no more games.” You tell her, staring deep into her eyes as you do, before pulling her in closer to you so your pelvises are pressed against one another. Becca places a hand on your cheek to caress you, before using the back of her fingers to do the same. You take the same hand in yours, before giving a light kiss on her palm. She then surprises you with her more dominant hand by placing it in the back of your neck, before pulling you in closer to her.

The two of you share a passionate kiss, letting your built up tension to release on each other’s tongues and lips. The kiss is slow and passionate. Something that contrasts with the way Becca pulled you in forcefully to start it. The contrast is even more evident with how forcefully she’s still pulling you in so that you don’t get to decide when to break away from the kiss. You start to breathe heavily through your nose, as Becca takes over the kiss, wrestling your tongue with hers. Swirling her tongue around yours to keep it in submission.

You answer in kind with your arm around her waist and pull her in even more, restraining yourself enough not to hurt her with your one-armed bear hug. She pulls back the hand that was in yours, and places it on your chest to counteract the forcefulness of your pull with your arm. Despite this, the hold of her other hand around the back of your neck gets tighter, and she doesn’t lessen the **** with which she’s pulling you in with it.

With the hand on your chest telling you that you shouldn’t pull her in closer, you lessen the tightness of your hug and move the same arm lower, palming her lower back instead. You then slowly slide it down, teasing the crack of her buttcheeks with your middle finger, before palming her asscheek in your hand. As soon as you do though, Becca slaps it away with the hand that was on your chest.

The sudden slap causes you to overpower her and break away from the kiss, despite her hand still trying to pull you in. You breathe deeply first, as the long passionate kiss you shared with her almost sucked the wind out of you. You wipe the drool coating your mouth with the back of your hand, and let the look of confusion ask what you need to ask from Becca non-verbally.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me there.” Becca explains, doing the same thing you did with the back of her hand.

“Oh.” You say in both confusion and concern, as you didn’t want to make Becca feel uncomfortable. “I thought…” You try to explain, but the tone of your voice is enough to convey that you’re not exactly sure what she wants to happen with the mixed messages she’s giving you.

“You thought you could just touch me wherever you want?” Becca asks you, and the question immediately knocks the wind out of you.

“O-of course not. I’m sorry. I misconstrued your boundaries.” You apologize sincerely. Becca just closes her eyes, and you hold your breath in anxiety as you’re not sure what she’s thinking now. She finally cracks a smile, before shaking her head and covering her face with her hand. You let her laugh by herself, afraid of misconstruing the situation again.

“It’s amazing how little push back is necessary for you to go back into that shell of yours.” Becca tells you, still chuckling and covering her mouth with her fingertips to make her laughter more demure.

“What?” You ask, even more confused.

“Not here.”