Game night 4

The air was syrup-thick with tension now. The room didn’t feel like four friends playing a game anymore—it felt like a ceremony. A shift. The moment before something breaks and reshapes.

The bottle spun again.

It landed on Marcus.

He turned toward John, calm as ever. “Truth,” he said.

John cleared his throat. “Alright.”

Marcus didn’t blink. “Does it turn you on… knowing she could say yes to anything?”

John opened his mouth—closed it. The truth was a storm behind his teeth.

“Yes,” he said finally. “But I hope she doesn’t.”

Claire’s lips parted, just slightly.

The next was a group dare—Nia’s idea.

“Claire,” she said, “walk around the room. Make eye contact with each of us. Then choose one person to touch your hand.”

Claire stood slowly. The music was low, pulsing in the background like a heartbeat.

She walked first to Nia. Their eyes met. Nia smirked.

Then to Marcus. His gaze didn’t waver. He looked at her like he already knew the answer.

Then to John.

He looked up at her with something between fear and need.

Claire stopped in front of him.

She held out her hand.

John reached for it. Gripped it tight.

She didn’t smile.

She just let it happen.

Next round—Nia again. This time, daring John.

“Close your eyes,” she said. “Let Claire whisper something she wants. Something she hasn’t done yet.”

John obeyed.

Claire stood behind him. Leaned down. Her breath touched his neck.

She whispered.

He stiffened.

His hands gripped the cushion beneath him.

No one asked what she said.

But everyone saw what it did to him.

Then Marcus looked at Claire. “Truth,” he said.

Claire tilted her head.

“Do you ever look at John,” he asked, “and imagine what it would feel like… to be shared?”

Claire didn’t answer right away.

Then: “Yes.”

She didn’t elaborate.

She didn’t need to.

The bottle turned again. This time toward Claire.

Nia leaned in. “Would you ever put a chastity cage on your man?”

Claire blinked. “What’s that?”

Nia laughed. “Oh babe. You’d love it.”

She pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, turned the screen.

Claire leaned over. Studied the photo. A small, sleek device. Polished. Restrictive.

“So… he can’t get hard?” she asked.

Nia nodded. “Not unless you let him.”

Claire turned toward John, curious now. “That’s… interesting.”

John’s cheeks burned. But his cock twitched.

Nia grinned. “I’ll send you a link.”

Then Claire turned the bottle.

It landed on Marcus.

She raised a brow. “Dare.”

Marcus leaned back. “Kiss me.”

The room went quiet.

Claire didn’t move right away.

Then she stood. Walked to him. Straddled his lap—slowly. Deliberately.

She looked at John.

He didn’t speak.

She leaned in and kissed Marcus.

It was soft. Lingering. Not rushed. Not obscene.

But it was real.

When she pulled back, she didn’t look sorry.

She stood. Returned to her seat.

John stared at the floor, heart pounding.

Marcus said nothing.

Next up: Claire to Nia. “Dare.”

Claire smiled. “Whisper something in Marcus’s ear that would make me jealous.”

Nia stood. Walked to Marcus. Leaned in. Whispered.

Claire watched his face.

It twitched. Just barely.

Nia stepped back.

Claire raised a brow. “Now tell me what she said.”

Marcus just smiled. “No.”

Claire grinned. “Fair.”

Then Nia asked Claire a truth.

“What do you think John fears more—losing you, or giving you away?”

Claire looked at John.

“I think,” she said slowly, “he’s scared I might make the choice… without asking.”

John flinched.

John took the next turn. Looked at Claire.

“Truth,” she said.

“When did you realize,” he asked, “you had this much power over me?”

Claire didn’t pause.

“When you stopped pretending not to like it.”

Then Marcus looked at Claire. “Dare.”

“Sit in my lap,” he said. “This time, say something you’ve never said out loud.”

Claire stood. Crossed the room.

She sat, facing him.

Leaning close, she whispered.

No one else heard.

But Marcus’s hand curled around her waist.

John watched every second.