Chapter 11: The Game (Part 2)

"I suppose it's only fair that you suffer a little too," she said, her voice low and seductive, her lips twisting into a smile. "After all, I've been patient enough to let you answer my question."

Her lips moved lower, kissing and leaving red marks on his abdomen, her touch electric, her fingers gently tracing the outlines of his muscles, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Perhaps," she continued, her voice low and sultry, her lips brushing against his skin, the contact sending shivers down their spines. "The thing that you've always wanted but never had... is the ability to make women like me submit to you, to surrender to your desires."

As she spoke, her lips moved higher, kissing and leaving red marks on his shoulders, her touch sending sparks through his veins, his heart pounding with the intensity of the moment. "But that, Mr. Ali, is something you'll never have, at least not with me."

Ahmed's hands moved, pulling Ayaka's body upwards, his eyes locked on hers, his mind focused on the game, his desire for her still strong. "You're right, Madame Ishikawa," he said, his voice low and seductive, his lips brushing against her own, the contact sending waves of desire through them. "The one thing I've always wanted but never had... is you, completely and utterly submitting to me, surrendering to my desires."

His lips moved against hers, the kiss deep and passionate, their bodies pressed against each other, the contact sending shivers down their spines, their hearts pounding with the intensity of the moment.

As they broke apart, their eyes locked on each other, their bodies still pressed together, their minds focused on the game, the challenge still present. "And I'll have you, Madame Ishikawa," Ahmed said, his voice low and seductive, his eyes locked on hers. "I'll have you surrendering to me, submitting to me, in every way possible."

Ahmed's eyes locked on Ayaka's, his mind focused on the game, his desire for her still strong, his respect for her growing. "Well, Madame Ishikawa," he said, his voice low and seductive, his lips curling into a smile. "I'll ask my second question then."

He paused, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind assessing her, his body still pressed against hers, the contact sending waves of desire through them. "If you could have anyone in the world, aside from me, who would it be?"

As he spoke, Ayaka's eyes never left his, her mind focused on the game, her body still pressed against his, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Ah, Mr. Ali," she said, her voice low and sultry, her lips twisting into a smile. "You are assuming that I desire anyone else, but you are incorrect."

Her lips moved closer, brushing against his, the contact sending shivers down their spines, their hearts pounding with the intensity of the moment. "The truth is, Mr. Ali, I don't desire anyone else. I desire you, and only you."

Ayaka's eyes locked on Ahmed's, her mind focused on the game, her body still pressed against his, the contact sending shivers down their spines. "It's my turn again, Mr. Ali," she said, her voice low and seductive, her lips curling into a smile. "My second question for you is a simple one."

She paused, her eyes never leaving his, her mind assessing him, her heart pounding with anticipation. "What is your greatest fear, aside from losing this game?"

Ahmed's eyes never left Ayaka's, his mind whirling with her question, his heart pounding with the intensity of the moment. "My greatest fear, aside from losing this game?" he said, his voice low and seductive, his lips brushing against her ear, the contact sending waves of desire through them.

"I suppose, Madame Ishikawa," he continued, his eyes locked on hers, "my greatest fear would be losing you. You, with your cunning mind, your alluring body, your... your spirit. The thought of you being out of my grasp is a fear that haunts me."

As he spoke, Ayaka's eyes never left his, her mind focused on the game, her body still pressed against his, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Interesting, Mr. Ali," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"But I am not yours to begin with, nor will I ever be. This game, Mr. Ali, it's just a game. Don't confuse it with reality, consider it an advice."

Ahmed's eyes never left Ayaka's, his mind whirling with her words, his heart pounding with the intensity of the moment. "You're right, Madame Ishikawa," he said, his voice low and seductive, his lips curling into a smile. "This is just a game, a challenge, a test of wit and intellect."

He paused, his eyes locked on hers, his mind focused on the game, his desire for her still strong, his respect for her growing. "Shall we begin our guessing, then?"

Ayaka's eyes never left his, her mind focused on the game, her body still pressed against his, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Indeed, Mr. Ali," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let's see if you can outguess me."

"Very well, Madame Ishikawa," Ahmed said, his eyes locked on Ayaka's, his mind focused on the game, his lips twisting into a smile. "I'll start."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind assessing her, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Your answer to my question about who you'd have if you could have anyone in the world, aside from me, was a lie. You said you don't desire anyone else but me. But we both know that's not true."

Ayaka's eyes never left Ahmed's, her mind focused on the game, her lips curling into a smile. "Ah, Mr. Ali," she said, her voice low and sultry, "you think you've caught me. But your assumption is incorrect."

She paused, her eyes never leaving his, her mind assessing him, her heart pounding with anticipation. "My answer to your question was honest. I don't desire anyone else but you, Mr. Ali, you and only you."

"Then it seems, Madame Ishikawa," Ahmed said, his eyes locked on Ayaka's, his mind focused on the game, "that you've already won this game. For I see that you know which answer I lied about and which I told the truth."

He paused, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind whirling with her challenge, his desire for her still strong, his respect for her growing. "So, tell me, Madame Ishikawa, what do you want from me now that you've won?"

Ahmed's breath hitched slightly as Ayaka's finger pressed against his lips, her eyes locking with his in a silent understanding. His heart raced with anticipation as she spoke, her voice sultry and confident. "As the winner of this game," she began, "the thing I want from you, Mr. Ali, is."

He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at her words, his mind racing with possibilities. Ayaka continued, her finger still gently pressed against his lips, "I want you to owe me a favour. Whenever I ask for it, you'll help me, no matter what you're doing at the time."

Ahmed's eyes widened slightly at her audacity, but he couldn't deny the desire that was coursing through him. He nodded, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "As you wish, Madame Ishikawa. I promise."

She smiled, her finger slowly sliding away from his lips, leaving him feeling empty and wanting more. "I'm putting my trust in you, Mr. Ali," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "And I expect that you'll honour our agreement."

Ahmed's breath caught in his throat as Ayaka leaned in closer, her lips a mere inch from his. "You know what, Mr. Ali?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I know what you would've asked for if the roles were reversed. You would've wanted to sleep with me, to have me all to yourself, to fuck me hard all night long."

His heart pounded in his chest as her words hung in the air, her breath warm against his skin. "Is that what you're offering?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ayaka's eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, "Maybe. But then again, maybe not." She teased, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his mouth, sending shivers down his spine.

His hands shook with anticipation as he reached up, gently grabbing her wrist. "Then tell me, Madame Ishikawa," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. "Will you let me have you for all night? Even though you won the game?"

She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his. "No, not for all night," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "However, I can let you fuck me just one time, if you promise to be gentle that is. So, what do you say? My Dear Mr. Ali."

His mind racing with lust, Ahmed knew there was no turning back. He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. "Deal," he growled, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer to him.