by Riley Ashby
“I’m going to kick your ass at this,” she said with a playful sneer.
“You can certainly try.”
Tori insisted on throwing first. She started off hitting the seven—certainly not a bad start, but I was certain I could score higher. However, my first throw missed the board completely. Tori doubled over laughing.
“Balance, Jamie! I’m going to start making you do yoga. You can’t pull so much to one side.”
I grumbled as she hit the board again, a five this time. On my next throw, I managed to get it on the board, but only a three.
“Catch up, loser.” She hit another seven, bringing her total to twenty-one.
Shit, I had to make a move. This time I managed to land a seven, so my total was ten. She got a one, I got an eight, and we were finally close to each other.
“I’m gonna get a nine this time,” she said with determination as she lined up her ax with the board like she was sighting a pistol. She took a deep breath as she raised the ax, exhaled on the release, and the ax landed with a thud above the number nine.
“That doesn’t count!” I cried as she started jumping up and down, pumping her fists in the air. “It has to touch the number.”
One of the instructors walked to the board and inspected it. “She grazed the number. Barely touched the top.”
“Fuck,” I muttered as Tori cheered even louder. “Best two out of three?”
“How about a wager?”
“Hmm.” I pretended to think, then leaned close and whispered as quietly as I could. “If I beat you, I’m gonna put it in your ass tonight.”
Her eyes went wide for a moment before she smiled and licked her lips. “Okay,” she replied, her voice equally low, “but if I win, I want two orgasms from you—orally—before we even think about fucking.”
“You think that’s a punishment?”
“I can be very particular,” she said sweetly, retrieving her ax as the instructors set us up for another round. “You’ll find out when I win.”
I don’t know how I managed it, but somehow, I won the second game. For the third, we were neck and neck—her at twenty-five and me at twenty-eight—before I landed on the two to bring me to thirty.
“I want another round,” she said immediately. “Best three out of five.”
No way. “I know to quit when I’m ahead.”
One of the instructors came out with a plastic crown and placed it on my head. “Congratulations. You’re the Lumberlord tonight.”
Tori’s jaw dropped as she looked at me. “Never mind. I don’t want to wear that thing.”
I pulled her in close. “I’m going to wear it while I fuck you.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
We argued as we went to the car and drove to dinner, but I was persistent. No way I was taking the crown off unless she destroyed it.
She pouted all the way home. “I think you cheated.”
“Call it motivation,” I crowed. “This is gonna be excellent tonight, thanks in no small part to my crown.”
When we stopped at a light, she tried to snatch it off my head and throw it out the window, but I was too fast. I grabbed her wrist as she rolled down the window and pinned her against the seat with a kiss until the car behind us laid on their horn, and we sped home through the night.
I braced myself to be carried to his bedroom the moment we crossed into his apartment, but he maintained decorum. “Do you want a drink?”
“You don’t need to liquor me up for anal,” I said. “I’m more pissed about losing the oral.”
He grinned and tossed me a beer anyway.
“Aren’t you going to mess up your cut with all this beer we’ve been drinking?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see myself getting called up any time soon. Alonso’s ready for this fight. I’ve only gained half a pound over this past week, so I’m not too worried.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. “Must be all the other extracurricular activity I’m getting.”
He tasted like hops and bubbles as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I let myself fold into him, letting
go of the tension I’d been holding in my shoulders all afternoon while we were around the strangers who knew nothing about me. No need for a façade now. I reached behind me to put my beer on the counter, still mostly full, but I missed, and it fell to the floor. I jumped as the cold beer splashed my feet.
“Leave it,” he muttered, putting his own in the sink and picking me up by my legs. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I locked my ankles behind his back as he pushed me against the refrigerator. He tore my hands from around my neck and held them locked above my head. “I have plans for you.”
I shivered at the threat in his words, my nipples turning to hard peaks inside my shirt. I longed for him to rip off my clothing and suck on them, to see my white skin against his dark lips, inhaling my flesh. Leaving his mark. Today had been shockingly normal, but I was ready to let the ordinary fall away.
“More,” I whimpered. One of his hands released my wrists and curled around my neck.
“I’ll tell you when you get more.”
He dropped me to my feet and pulled my arms behind me, twisting my elbows so that my shoulders reached back. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said. “I want my prize.”
Once in his room, he left all the lights off. With the moon shining through the curtains, there was just enough light to see by as he released my arms and started undressing me from behind. First, my shirt, then my bra, and he reached around to tease my nipples with his fingers.
“I’d say you’re ready to go. What do you think?”
I didn’t answer; I was too afraid of saying the wrong thing. I let my head fall to his shoulder as he snaked his hands down my stomach and began undoing my shorts. In a moment, they were around my ankles, along with my thong.
“On your stomach on the bed,” he said, and I scrambled to obey. The moment I was prone, his palm smacked against my ass. I jolted at the unexpected pain. “Stay still,” he growled, “or this might hurt.”
There was the sound of a squirting bottle of lube, then wet sounds as he spread it along himself. When had he undressed? Was he planning on doing this still clothed? But when one hand spread my ass to make room for the intrusion, it was the cold feel of a glass butt plug I felt against my tight hole.
“You don’t get my cock yet,” he said as he sank the plug inside me. He paused as it widened, spreading me, giving me time to breathe and relax my muscles. “I want to make sure your asshole can take what I’m going to give you.” It slipped in the rest of the way, causing to me to gasp. My mind flashed back to more painful experiences, the pushing and forcing and reprimands when I asked that we go slower. But Jamie simply massaged my buttocks, helping me soften and accept the toy. It warmed quickly to my body temperature, but its presence inside me could not go unnoticed. Jamie lowered himself over me. He must have removed his shirt at some point because his warm chest pressed against my back with reassuring pressure. “Feel okay?” His voice changed tenor for a moment, became soft, was the normal Jamie I knew in public.
I nodded. “Just fine.”
“Brace yourself.”
He sat up and flipped me over. I gasped, clenching around the butt plug in surprise. Jamie grabbed my nipples and squeezed until I cried out and arched my back. “I want to use clamps and bind you,” he said as he continued to twist. “Is that all right?”
“Absolutely.”
I rolled my head to watch him walk to a side table, open the drawer, and pull out two stainless steel nipple clamps tipped with rubber. A silver chain connected them. Jamie straddled me on the bed, his face impassive, intent on his task as he clipped them on one nipple, then the other, and set about tightening them. Exquisite pain shot through my breasts the further he turned the dials until I couldn’t hold back my moan. He loosened them slightly and bent to kiss my lips. Then he retrieved two sets of handcuffs, linking one around each wrist before he sat
up straight to admire me.
“You look fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, running a hand between my breasts and across my belly. A light layer of sweat had sprung to the top of my skin; his fingers left trails as he caressed me. His eyes on my body, he slid down my body and spread my legs with his palms to settle his wide shoulders between them. “Bend your knees so I can get a better view.” My pussy lips tried to stick together, wet with my arousal, but his warm fingers spread me wide.
“I thought you won.” I gasped through the pain on my chest, now faded to a dull but persistent ache.
“I guess I’m greedy,” he said, pulling the handcuffs to link around my ankles so I had no choice but to lay spread open in front of him. The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into my skin. “I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks.”
His tongue played at the entrance to my pussy, dipping in to taste me while teasing the swollen flesh that was begging for his cock. My hands and ankles ached where I pulled at the handcuffs. When his tongue touched my clit, I jumped so far I nearly broke the skin.
“Easy, girl.” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “We’ve got a ways to go yet.”
He alternated between my pussy and my clit, teasing with long, slow strokes as well as more rapid flicking of his tongue. I fought to stay still, to avoid further scrapes and cuts from the cuffs, but with the clamps and the butt plug, I was fighting a losing battle. Every sensation was magnified thanks to the toys, unfolding stronger than normal along my nerves.
“You taste so good …”
“Stop teasing me!”
“You promised me a challenge. So far, it seems like you’re ready to …”
“Stop. Fucking. Talking.”
His laugh reverberated through my cunt and up my spine as he attacked me with his lips. One minute, he fucked me with his tongue, and the next, he bit down on my clit. I couldn’t hold still despite the abrasions from the cuffs; the pain from the clamps had numbed my nipples. And then before I knew it, I was exploding, falling apart on his lips, my pussy clenching and sucking for something to fill it while I came. He grinned and licked up the last of my juices, then climbed up my body to release the cuffs and the clamps. I moaned as the blood returned to the tips of my breasts; he rubbed my fingers and then ankles while I melted into the mattress.
“How do you eat pussy so good?”
“Magic mouth.” He kissed my nipples gently, then rolled me to my stomach. His hands traced my spine before running over the globes of my ass. Grabbing the base of the plug, he began to pull slowly to remove it from my body. “I can’t wait to get in here.” Fingers dug into my ass, spread me wide, and his thumbs probed at the entrance to my asshole. “Wait here.”
He smacked my cheeks and grabbed the lube again. Wet sounds of him spreading it on his dick filled the room. And then his slippery hands spread me apart again as his cockhead probed and then slipped into my dark tunnel. I bit the pillow to stifle my moan, some pain vibrating through me despite the lube.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as he sank deeper. “You’re even tighter back here.”
“You were too big for my pussy. I should have known this would be a challenge.”
“Shut up.” Still, he paused, giving me yet more time to open up. When I was ready, he put his hand against the side of my face, pressed me into the mattress, and slammed into me, pushing deeper than I thought he could go. Bliss raced through me with every thrust, every pull, his grunts of effort and pleasure the only sound in the world. He slid all the way out, letting me close up, before slamming back in again and stretching me wide, until I gripped the sheets once more to keep myself from moving away from him, from the overwhelming gratification that spread throughout my body and seemed to never end.
The entire world disappeared as I sank into the role, becoming the perfect vessel for his pleasure. In return, he massaged my sore ass and ran his hands along my back, giving me every indication that he was still there with me even as he gave me orders and pushed so hard it hurt. Pain turned to ecstasy again and again as his cock stroked the deepest forbidden part of me, gliding smoothly in and out of my body.
He pulled out of me a final time, one hand on my ass, and I turned to see his other jerking long his cock until hot white cum flew out and coated my pussy still sitting high in the air. Panting, he used two fingers to scoop up the drops and push them inside my pussy. The sensation of his fingers was too much, and I fell flat on my stomach with a final tiny orgasm. I was completely boneless, melting into the mattress with sweat drying on my back. He laughed and leaned over to kiss me.
“Stay right there.”
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, vaguely aware of the sound of running water in the bathroom. I started when he began to wipe me down with wet towels, cleaning my skin, then wiping at the bruises forming around my wrists and ankles. A moment later, he spread pine-scented cream along them, and the pain began to fade as my skin grew cool. He rolled me to my side to do the same to my nipples before finally lying next to me and pulling me into my arms.
“How are you?” His whisper sent shivers down my spine.
The ache in my body was nothing compared to what was in my heart. How dare he hold me like this afterward? What was he thinking, asking me how I felt and kissing my face without expecting anything in return? I shoved him away, but he shuffled closer, arms firm across my back.
“You’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you crash again.”
Tears fell down my face slowly, then faster, until I was rocking with sobs while he held me tighter and kissed me everywhere, reassured every sob with a tightening of his arms, lapped the saltwater off my face as if it was honey.
“It was too much,” he said softly when I finally caught my breath.
“No,” I said with a hiccup. “It was perfect.”
It had been so long since I was able to truly be with someone like this, and even longer since I was properly taken care of afterward. The tears weren’t for what was done to me—I could have taken so much more—but for his fingertips across my shoulders, his lips on the curve of my collarbone, his leg hooking over my hip to pull me closer in the dark room where he saw the core of me so clearly. He hadn’t run away or tried to change me; rather, he’d gently pulled me closer until I didn’t even realize he was holding me in his arms.
Somehow, we found a routine. I had my work with the Kings, but I also had my training and time with Jamie. Any time there was a need to visit Sophie’s father, I made my way into the city to join him. We went on more dates. He bought me more flowers. And after a few outings, I started bringing them home with me, hidden away in my bedroom where no one could see the evidence of my affection. We found ourselves slipping into a routine, not just in public but in private as well, learning how each other liked to be touched and handled. He made me scream and cry, and afterward, he was always there to check on me, even if it was days later. If I didn’t reach out to him, he pestered me until I replied. He became everything my ex wasn’t, and it didn’t even bother him. No matter the situation, he always had his smile ready, one hand on the small of my back to guide me.
I woke up in my own bed for the first time in several days, glad to be home but missing him simultaneously. I sought out Vail so we could practice yoga outside and found I had definitely lost some flexibility, neglecting the stretching I needed to stay limber for more time in the gym and lifting heavy weight. It was time to get Jamie on board with a practice, not only for his benefit but for mine as well. Vail, on the other hand, had continued practicing without me and could slip easily into poses that I suddenly found more challenging.
“It’s not a competition,” I growled as she smirked at me from a side crow pose. “Stay focused on your breathing.”
As if on cue, she let out a quick exhale and fell forward onto her face. I shook my head as she pushed herself up and rubbed at her sore nose.
“Castel won’t let you come out here with me anymore if you hurt yourself because you’re trying to show off.”
I couldn’t help smiling as she pouted a little. Vail was my best friend, more than a client, and I had been neglecting her to spend so much time with Jamie. A fair trade since she’d moved out here with Castel weeks ago and was hardly around the house anymore, but it was still a gap we needed to fill.
“Let’s get Sophie and watch some movies tonight. I could go for some old-school Tom Cruise.”
She sat up a little a clapped her hands. “Jerry Maguire or Mission: Impossible?” She knew me too well.
“Why not both?” I helped her to her feet, and she took my rolled-up yoga mat from me. “I’ll get the theater ready at the main house. I’ll see you for dinner?”
“Sounds like a plan!”
I showered and dressed, and exchanged a few texts with Jamie. He was working as well as training with Alonso but had found the time to send me several goofy selfies. I replied with a middle finger. He sent back a pouty lower lip. Slipping into my bedroom, I pulled off my shirt and bra. I set my phone on a timer and kneeled on the floor, holding my breasts in my hands with my nipples poking between my fingers. It took a few tries, but once I had the perfect shot, I sent it off. I received a text within five seconds.
Jamie: Are you trying to kill me, woman?
I knew without checking the mirror how self-satisfied I looked.
Tori: Don’t call me ‘woman.’
Jamie: I’ll call you whatever I damn well please, and you know it. I want more of those in exactly thirty minutes, when I’m at home, and no one else can see this raging erection I’m trying to fight off.
It was too easy to tease him. He wanted to give me orders? Well, he wasn’t around to enforce them. Let him work on his self-discipline. I sent another photo, this time with my hand down the front of my shorts.
Jamie: Fuck. I had to run to the car. The text was accompanied by a photo of his dick in his fist, precum visible on the tip. I giggled out loud.