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Saturday.
It's the weekend, my favorite part of the week. Usually everyone is out doing their fun plans for this weekend but me I wait for Vivendi to come home so we can get our little game started.
Every weekend, Vivendi and I play a small game. We're given 15 minutes to make the other one to break in nothing but foreplay. The loser who breaks or falls to, gets a mark. A mark like Vivendi tattooing another "V" on me or scratching out my name Vivendi's back. We take turns on this game and today its his turn.
I've got to be honest, Vivendi quite good at this game. No matter how hard I resist, he always finds a way to get me to crack first. I heard the door open and the clacking of his boots stepping into the room, getting louder as he stepped towards me. I couldn't help myself shuddering, its like I can feel him already.
"You know the code, Hub. Strip."
I don't know if ghosts were able to blush but I do know that I felt my face heat up with a mix of excitement and embarrassment from being exposed in front of the Frenchman like this. I loved it. As I undid my hair, letting it hit my back and slipped off my long shirt. He might have already noticed I wasn't wearing anything but black lace panties under the shirt. I can feel him staring at me with a look of accomplishment as I fully exposed his markings. He likes to look at where he placed them.
"You've got 15 minutes, Vivi." I say as I unclipped the matching lace bra, giving him a better view of his mark on my left breast. I left on my panties and stockings only just to tease him a bit. He scoffed, "15? I bet I could break you in 10."
"You sure you can keep your word on that bet? I don't think you can in just 10 minutes."
"Of course. Look I know most of your weak spots so it won't be that hard."
"Oh you're such a cheater."
"They're aren't hard to find, Hub. Also if I can do it in 10 then..you have to get double the marking."
"And if you don't?"
"Then I'll get it." He sat on edge of the bed, grabs my arm and he pulls me into his lap.
"Deal, your 10 minutes starting now."
Right when I told him, it didn't take for him to completely ravish me. He kissed, licked and nipped my neck, his hand fondling my breast while the other trailed down my stomach. His hand slipped slowly into the lace, his finger rubs against my clit as I feel it move lower. He had stopped abusing my neck and his accent grew thick and deep as he spoke to me, "Christ Hub, I merely just touched you and you are already soaked." I shuddered noticeably in his hand, "I can't help it, Vivi. As a ghost I'm just a lot more-" I gasped as he slipped a finger in, "sensitive.." He did that on purpose and he knows it when he smirked against my neck.
 I was melting in his hands at this moment, I was actually so caught up in the pleasure that I didn't notice that he slipped off my underwear and I can feel his black thigh high boots and (possibly) expensive violet pants against me. I felt that slight dent in the pants and it made me grind against the fabic letting me moan louder in the room as he groaned with me.
"Mhh Vivendi, keep going the way you are and I'll end up making a mess on your leather boots." God he was already making me pant helplessly.
"You already are and are you saying that you're giving up?" I can feel him smile against my neck.
"No.." I let out a breathless sigh.
"But, I want you to make me surrender, Vincent. You still have 5 minutes." He knew if I was being serious whenever I'd use his first name. Those minutes were counting down when he ran his hands down me. I haven't even noticed he slipped in three fingers already, thrusting them in me while the other hand rubbed my clit and he bit at the sweet spot on my neck. He really did know all my sensitive spots. I'm going to have to get him back later for cheating. But right now I focused on my climax since Vivendi is determined to get me there and he's succeeding. What made me lose it was when he whispered into my ear, "Seeing you like this is nearly enough to bring me over the edge too, I love seeing you like this. Please cum for me Hub."
He made me crack in under those 5 minutes, I was panting like a dog in his lap and possibly made a mess on his boots.
I had asked him, "Victory is yours, Vinny now where do you want to mark your accomplishment?"
"Hm, maybe on your left flank since the other is taken. I say Hub, you tend to lose this game more often, it's almost like you want to be marked."
I laughed tiredly, "Maybe I do."