"Let’s move to the living room," stated Alexander, guiding her by the small of her back toward the spacious, dimly lit lounge area. "Do you happen to have any dice or playing cards around here?"
Aria swallowed hard, her eyes still glued to his bare chest. "I... I don’t usually play, but I think the previous owner left a deck of cards in the cabinet," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she walked over to a heavy wooden console against the wall.
As she leaned forward to rummage through the lower drawers, the silky fabric of her loose purple dress pulled tightly across her back and hips. The sudden tension on the material clearly outlined the thick, generous curves of her backside and the distinct, subtle edge of her underwear beneath the fabric. Alexander sat on the leather sofa, crossing his legs as he silently savored the view, his eyes tracking every line of her voluptuous fra with a cold, predatory appetite.
"Found them," whispered Aria, turning around with a slightly dusty deck of cards in her hands.
"Perfect," stated Alexander, gesturing for her to sit across from him at the low coffee table. "Let’s make this interesting. Standard high-card draw. The lower card loses a piece of clothing. No exceptions."
"Let’s start," said Alexander, placing the deck between them. "Highest card wins. Go ahead, Aria."
Aria reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped the top card. "A five," she murmured, her face instantly falling.
Alexander casually turned his card over, revealing a King. He leaned back against the sofa, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Looks like you lose the first round. Take sothing off."
"Wait, I... I have this," said Aria quickly. She reached up and pulled a silk elastic band from her hair, letting her dark locks spill down. She placed it neatly on the table. "This counts as an item, right? It’s part of my outfit."
"A hair tie?" asked Alexander, a faint, amused smirk touching his lips. "Fouling the rules on the very first turn? Fine, I’ll let it slide once. My turn to draw."
He flipped an eight. Aria drew next, revealing a three.
"Damn it," whispered Aria, her cheeks flushing a light pink.
"Another loss," stated Alexander, his dark eyes tracking her movents. "What’s it going to be now?"
"My shoes," said Aria, quickly slipping her feet out of her high heels and placing them beside the coffee table. "They are definitely footwear, so that counts."
"You’re running out of technicalities, Aria," stated Alexander smoothly, flipping the next card. "A ten."
Aria drew a seven. She let out a frustrated sigh, staring at the card.
"Well?" asked Alexander.
"Hold on, I... I have this bracelet," muttered Aria, quickly unclasping a heavy silver band from her wrist and setting it down with a soft clink. "And... and this necklace too! That’s two items, so I should be covered for the next turn if I lose again."
"That’s not how the ga works," stated Alexander, his voice dropping into a low, commanding tone as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "One item per loss, and we are officially out of accessories. No more jewelry, no more hair clips. The next card you lose, it’s real clothing."
Aria swallowed hard, her heart hamring against her ribs as she looked at the deck, realizing her excuses had completely run out.
He shuffled the deck with a fluid, rhythmic snap that filled the quiet room. I have slid two cards face down onto the table. Aria swallowed hard, staring at the white borders as if she could read through the cardboard.
"Go ahead," Alexander murmured.
Aria turned hers over. "An eight." She felt a small flicker of hope, looking up at him desperately. "Is that enough?"
Alexander flipped his card, revealing an Ace. He didn’t say a word, rely tilting his head toward her.
"Alex, please... "I don’t have any more clips or jewelry," whispered Aria, her cheeks flushing a deep, burning crimson as she clutched the fabric of her purple dress near her knees.
"The rules are the rules, Aria," stated Alexander, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that left no room for argunt. "Take it off."
Aria’s hands shook violently as she reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the hidden zipper of her dress. The sharp sound of the tal teeth sliding down sounded incredibly loud in the silent living room. She pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting the heavy purple silk slide down her torso, pooling around her wide hips on the cushions.
Because of her deep insecurities about her body, she hadn’t worn a bra under the loose fabric. The mont the dress fell, her heavy, full breasts were left completely bare, the dark nipples tightening instantly in the cool air of the villa.
"Oh god," Aria gasped, imdiately crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes wide with a mixture of sha and intense arousal as she tried to shrink away from his gaze. "Please... don’t look at . I’m too thick... I know I’m not shaped like the girls you usually take out."
Alexander didn’t lean back, nor did he look away. He moved smoothly, sliding off the sofa to kneel right on the carpet in front of her. He reached out, his large hands gently but firmly gripping her wrists.
"Put your arms down, Aria," Alexander commanded, his voice icy yet completely srizing.
"Alex, no, I’m embarrassed—"
"I said, put them down," Alexander stated.
He applied a fraction of his strength, pulling her wrists out to the sides and forcing her to sit completely exposed before him, her soft, rounded abdon and full, voluptuous curves fully on display under the dim lights.
Alexander’s eyes slowly traced the heavy, full contour of her breasts, his expression shifting into a dark, entirely predatory satisfaction.
"Wow," murmured Alexander, a slow, low chuckle vibrating in his chest. "They are absolutely beautiful... and so wonderfully large."
Aria bit her lower lip, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her lips at his words. The crude, direct praise cut straight through her thick layer of insecurity, sending a violent spike of heat directly down to her thighs.
Alexander slowly released her wrists, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned back slightly on his knees, his dark eyes dropping lower, intentionally staring at the soft, rounded curve of her stomach before locking onto the final barrier left on her body.
"Do you want to keep playing, or are you ready to surrender?" asked Alexander, a dangerous, mocking smirk touching his lips as he tapped the edge of the card deck. "You still have exactly one item left to lose."
Aria looked down, following his icy gaze straight to her lap, where her black silk panties offered the last bit of protection for her trembling body.
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