Games Girls Play. Deanna Lee
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My heart thudded hard and fast against my rib cage, my clit matching it beat for beat. I pushed off the need to come, determined that I would wait until he was ready. My fingers ached against the hold I had on the iron railing in front of me, and I hated myself for the months that I’d denied myself this. Surely, if I’d acted on my initial attraction, we could have worked our way into exploring our fetishes quickly enough. I’d never been shy about asking sex partners for something a little more than the straight edge…even if I rarely got it.
I lowered my head between my arms and closed my eyes as the pressure and the need built. Pain and pleasure snaked inside me, pulling at my insides and making me feel empty. I was ready for so much more, and, as if he knew it, he suddenly stopped and dropped the flogger beside me on the bed.
I looked to my left and watched out of the corner of my eye as he left the bed and found a condom in my toy drawer. He brought the box he’d just opened with him and dropped it near the flogger. I wet my lips as I watched him roll the condom onto his long, thick cock and wondered briefly if at some point during the evening he would let me suck him.
He came back to the bed, slid up behind me, and ran his hands down my back. I cried out, my overstimulated flesh immediately warming and responding to his touch. I arched against him and closed my eyes as he gripped my hips and pushed his cock into me with one harsh, deep stroke. The sharp sting of penetration brought another strangled cry from my lips.
Joshua’s fingers curled into my hips, his short nails scoring my skin as he started to move. He withdrew and plunged deep with measured strokes over and over again as I clung to the headboard. My orgasm twisted and turned under my skin with each push of his cock. I wanted him to use me, to ride me like a whore as he’d suggested earlier, so I ignored the need to come and focused on him as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy. My muscles clenched on each inward thrust in an effort to keep him inside me and the soft gasping groans that slipped from his mouth told me he enjoyed it.
His hands drifted up my back, one stopping to grip my shoulder and the other moving into my hair. He fisted his hand into my hair as he increased his pace.
“Come for me, Tara. Come now.”
Relief and disappointment warred inside me. I wasn’t ready for this to end but my body was nearly begging me for relief. I forced myself to relax and when I let go my pussy rushed wet around him and I came hard, screaming his name.
He jerked me back hard against him, his pelvic bones flush against my ass as he came. After a long moment, he loosened his hold on me and as he pulled his cock from my body I clenched down on him in one final effort to keep him with me. He smacked my ass with a soft laugh and left the bed.
Several minutes passed before Joshua returned to the bed. He massaged my wrists as he pulled the rope free and tossed it aside. Then he carefully maneuvered me onto my side and pressed me close against his chest as he rested on the bed with me. Both of our bodies were damp with sweat, and when I let my hand rest on his chest I felt a near echo of my own heartbeat.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and closed his eyes briefly. “If you regret this tomorrow I’m turning you over my knee and spanking you.”
I chuckled. “Not much of a threat.”
“No. Not much at all.” He combed his fingers through my hair and sighed. “So, are you a natural redhead or not?”
Lifting my head, I raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“On most women I’d know by now but I never expected you to be the type to wax it all off.”
“Oh.” I frowned when I felt my cheeks heating. “You don’t like it?”
“I plan to spend several hours showing you exactly how much I like it, after I rest a bit.” He lifted my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Yes, I’m a natural redhead. Though I have some highlights that I pay a pretty little penny for.” I rolled onto my back and rubbed the damp flesh of my stomach. “You are a superior fuck.”
“Yes. I know.” He laughed softly and met my gaze. “As are you.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah.”
Joshua leaned down and sucked one of my softening nipples into his mouth. Gently, as if I might break, he ran his tongue over it repeatedly, making the flesh rigid once more. He released it with a light pop and leaned back to study his handiwork.
“This woman from college…”
“She taught me the pleasure of giving up control.” I bit down on my lip. I rarely if ever discussed Elise, but I had already admitted to my past. “She was older than me—close to thirty but back in school to get her degree in business. We shared an off-campus apartment. Elise was…open to relationships with both men and women. I thought I was curious about lesbian sex.”
“But you weren’t?”
“No. I’d accidently walked in on her with a woman. She had her tied up and was working her over like a hostage…to her obvious enjoyment. I stood there and watched, unable to move, and within a few minutes Elise made her come just by hitting her with a riding crop.”
I closed my eyes briefly. The image of that young woman was seared into my brain. She’d sagged against the ropes that she was bound with and had sobbed nearly uncontrollably. I’d never had an orgasm like that in my life at the time. “I forced myself to leave and I thought Elise hadn’t seen me.”
“You were wrong.”
“Oh, yes.” I laughed softly. “I started to avoid her, but mostly because I kept imagining her fucking me. I couldn’t get it out of my head and it didn’t make any sense at all. I’d never been interested in sex with a woman. Eventually she cornered me and demanded that I explain myself. I tried to explain, tried to apologize for spying on her and her lover. Then finally I admitted that I kept thinking about it and that I thought that I wanted to have sex with her.”
“She corrected you.”
“Oh, yes.” I blushed. The lesson was still fresh in my mind even seven years later. “She told me that I was a silly girl and that of course I wasn’t a lesbian. I was as far from lesbian as a woman could get. It was the pain I wanted, the loss of control I craved. She offered it to me. Offered to show me what I really wanted.”
“And you agreed?”
“Not for weeks. I was mortified. I couldn’t fathom how I could possibly want someone to tie me up and hit me with a whip. It seemed abnormal and so very wrong.” I relaxed against him and sighed when his fingers started to drift in a lazy pattern over my stomach. “I was so fucked up about it that I almost moved out. I was also pretty convinced that she was wrong and that I probably was a lesbian.”
He laughed. “So stubborn.”
“Yes. So, I decided that I would just experiment. I took my ass to a bar where I knew I could pick up a woman…found a soft, very feminine-looking woman who had warm eyes and a nice smile. I went home with her.”
“Christ.”