Racy Confessions

As Celeste and John sit across from each other, the first round of poker begins. Celeste shuffles the deck of cards with a focused look, her eyes sharp, yet given nothing else away with her body language. Despite Celeste's cold demeanour, you could tell she really loved using her ultimate talent, as it seemed her competitive side started to flare up the moment the game began.

John meanwhile allowed his mind to wander. He can't help but think about all the lewd things he wants to do to her, with her black stockings and short skirt only fuelling his fantasies. He imagines her submissive, begging for his touch, and the thought sends a shiver down his spine. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting sweaty, all while trying to maintain a poker face. It almost certainly wouldn’t help, but it was nice to at least pretend he was in with a shout.

Either way, he could feel a sense of excitement building within him as he thinks about the possibility of getting his way with Celeste. The thought of her being at his mercy, fulfilling his every desire, sends a surge of adrenaline through his body-

“A straight.” Celeste said with a grin that was just ever so slightly smug. “I do believe that beats your pair?”

Huh? Oh. Seems he spent so long fantasising that he completely lost focus on the game. He must’ve been responding on auto pilot or something. His bad.

"Looks like luck is on my side," Celeste says with a chuckle. “For my first reward, I think that I’ll-“

But just as she's about to claim her prize, John's opens his mouth, his powers on full display. “Your side?” He asked, trying to seem completely confused by her words, “But Celeste, your cards are trash, I don’t think you have anything better than a Queen high.”

Celeste gave a dangerous titter, “What are you talking about? As you can see my cards are clearly-“

Suddenly, Celeste's expression shifts from one of victory to one of confusion.

"What...what just happened?" she asks, looking at her cards again.

John smirks, knowing that his powers are working perfectly. In Celeste's mind, she believes that she has lost the hand instead of winning it.

"You lost, Celeste. Fair and square," John says, his voice laced with false sympathy.

Celeste's eyes widen in disbelief, still trying to process what happened.

"That can't be right...I had the winning hand," she muttered disbelievingly to herself, looking at her cards again. Celeste furrows her brow, trying to remember what just happened, but the memory seems to have slipped away from her. No matter how hard she looked though John was right, he had easily won.

“It seems beginner’s luck holds true wherever you go.” Celeste finally responded, her collected mask back in place. “Your… favour, John?”

John's heart was pounding as he thought of his reward. He could go all in round one, his powers would certainly let him but- "Celeste, what do you think of the idea of describing your underwear to me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Celeste's expression turned from calm to disgusted immediately, her eyes flickering with rage. "I beg your pardon? I'm not going to indulge in such a… disgusting request."

John smiled inwardly. “But Celeste, the rules of the game state that the winner has full say in what the loser must do. Those were the rules we both agreed to, remember?”

And if he used his powers to help her remember such a fact in this moment then really, who could blame him?

“Well when I agreed to it I never thought I would actually lose…“ He heard Celeste mutter to herself. Honestly that was pretty funny to overhear, either way though-

“Celeste? We can’t continue until the reward is carried out.” John reminded her.

Celeste scowled at John, feeling disgusted with his request. She was tempted to refuse, but the rules of the game were clear. Finally, she spoke, her words slow and her tone chilling.

"They're black lace panties with a matching bra. The bra has a small bow in the middle and the panties have a ruffle trim."

John's mind raced as he imagined Celeste’s body in those items. It definitely matched the gothic fashion sense she was wearing over them. He wondered how the real thing would match up the image her currently had.

“Woah…” John finally managed, a satisfied smile on his face. “Sexy and refined. I’d expect nothing less from you, Celeste.

“Filthy pervert.” Was all Celeste spat in response.

“Guilty.” John admitted with a shrug. “Next round then?”

“Fufufu, don’t be so keen. The rest of the rounds will be very different, I promise you.”

Yeah, somehow John doubted that.