Games Girls Play. Deanna Lee

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      Joshua laughed. “Yeah, we are. But just think how messed up relationships would be if we weren’t?”

      “Yeah, there is that. Anyway, I went home with her but it became very evident that I was not a lesbian. We laughed, had drinks, ate a meal together, and then she sent me home.” I smiled. “It was very nice kissing her, though. She had a soft mouth and tasted really good.”

      He slid astride my body with astounding speed. “You’ll be the death of me.”

      “Yeah, but life is about the living not the dying.” I rubbed his thighs and shifted under him as he rubbed the head of his cock against my stomach.

      “Tell me the rest.”

      “One night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to know. So I banged on her door…and demanded her help.”

      “Demanded?”

      “Oh, yes.” I laughed softly. “I paid a harsh price for that little bit of attitude. She jerked me into her room, shoved me onto the bed with my ass in the air, pulled up my little night-gown, and spanked me until I cried. I came twice.”

      “And you had your answers.” He ran his hands roughly over my breasts and caught my nipples in a vicelike grip.

      “Yes. After she punished me, she held me and told me everything she thought I needed to know about the experience I had and perhaps the experiences that I might enjoy. Then she offered to train me. We made an agreement, determined my hard limits, and got started.” I sucked in a breath as he twisted and pulled at my nipples. “Through experiment and a year of sessions I learned what I needed, preferred, and that it was all right to want those things.”

      I watched his face, waiting for some expression that would tell me what he thought of my story. I’d only revealed the depth of my experience to one other man, a man so far from the BDSM lifestyle that he might as well had been a puritan. He’d called me a dyke and a whore as he practically ran from my apartment. That had been more than four years ago and at most the men after him got the heavy-handed hint that I might like a little slap on the ass as they fucked me. Most of them had obliged but never at the level I needed or wanted.

      “You were lucky. In the wrong hands you could have suffered. This woman did you a tremendous service and I hope you were properly grateful.” He released my nipples as I relaxed beneath him. The delightful sting lingered as blood rushed back into the offended flesh. Joshua slid upward, his thighs pressing up against my breasts as he leaned forward and rubbed the head of his cock between them. “Suck me.”

      Wetting my lips, I wrapped one hand around him as he moved upward to rub against my lips. I flicked out my tongue to taste the pre-cum that gathered on the head. He groaned and pushed deep into my mouth in response. Joshua grabbed my hands, cuffed my wrists with one of his hands above my head, and started to work his cock in and out of my mouth with sure, steady strokes. Each push inside sent a little shiver of need straight to my clit. I twisted beneath him, desperate for more but determined to please him at the same time.

      “Fuck.” He paused and then carefully pulled away. “Don’t move.”

      I relaxed on the bed and watched through half-closed eyes as he pulled a condom from the box and tore open the wrapper. When he moved over me, I spread my legs wide for his body. Joshua penetrated with one long, sure thrust and when he was buried to the hilt he stopped and covered my mouth with his.

      The lazy thrust of his tongue into my mouth was a harsh contrast with the thick invasion of his cock. The walls of my cunt clenched around him and when he started to move, I lifted my hips to meet him. I clutched at his back, my nails scoring his damp skin.

      He pulled his mouth from mine, clutching my hips in a tight grip as he moved to his knees. The penetration changed, deepened, and the rawness of it stoked the need that brewed between us both until he was slamming into me ruthlessly. I took each pounding thrust gratefully and when he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders I shuddered in acceptance.

      Completely at his mercy, I watched as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy, each inward thrust accompanied by the sound of skin smacking together and the thud of his balls slapping my ass. His fingers dug into my hips hard, his short, neatly manicured nails hard against my skin, and I could almost feel the bruises I would sport later for that sharp little pleasure.

      “Come.” He demanded through clenched teeth. “Come now.”

      I wanted it so bad I could taste it. My body was building toward something so hard and mean that I could barely stand to think about it. His fingers caught my clit, pinched, and I came in one vicious rush screaming his name. He let my legs fall from his shoulders and then he thrust against me one last time.

      Joshua lowered us both to the bed and rested on me, his forehead flush with mine. Our bodies were fluid and relaxed as the pleasure of orgasm slipped away. I ran one hand down his back and sighed when he moved away and pulled free. Suppressing a frown, I watched him roll from the bed and disappear into the bathroom.

      When he returned, he stopped at the edge of the bed and looked me over with a critical eye. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

      “No. Not at all.” I stretched and smiled in an effort to put him at ease. “We should probably shower and get dressed. I’m more than sure Kristen will be calling me any minute now asking if we should meet to discuss your latest little thing.”

      He sighed. “Am I that much of a hassle?”

      “Hassle?” I glanced him over, taking in his leanly muscled body and still nearly erect cock while trying not to appear as if I were inspecting him. “No, not normally. Other than the skinny-dipping, the parties where the women outnumber the men three to one that last all night long, the bar fights…”

      “Oh, come on. I haven’t had a fight in a bar in literally two years.”

      “It’s still something we battle against. Your reputation preceded you into Atlanta and that’s not necessarily a bad thing considering recent events.” I rolled out of the bed and stretched. “And as you said, you’ve been a very good boy this year.”

      He raised one eyebrow. “Boy? I don’t remember calling myself a boy.”

      The word hardly did him justice, but seeing his eyes harden in challenge was fun. “Principle is the same.”

      “Woman, I thought you said you wanted to shower and get dressed.”

      “That’s my plan.”

      “Keep talking shit to me and you’ll find yourself all tied up and unavailable when your friend calls.” He disappeared into the bathroom. “You’ll be lucky if I play with you after I tie you up.”

      I figured my luck was pretty good but I kept my expression cool and innocent as I followed along behind him. “We actually do have work to do.”

      “Yeah, yeah.”

      3

      I filled my coffee cup and took a sip as Kristen arranged her laptop on my kitchen table. Joshua was leaning against one of the counters with a bottle of water looking fresh and all sparkly as if he hadn’t just fucked me for two hours. I’m sure I looked like a dog in need of a good grooming. I grabbed a mug for Kristen, filled it, and set it on the table

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