Her Game, Their Rules

by Lara Valentine

  He pushed open the door and almost laughed out loud at the lump in the bed. Sara had pulled the covers completely over her head.

  “Where’s Sara? If she’s not naked under those covers, she’s going to get a warm bottom.”

  The covers shook with either laughter or fear. Cole suspected it was the former. He grasped the edge of the comforter in one hand and gave a tug. The comforter flew, and Sara lay in the middle of the bed. She was wearing her lacy bra and panties. Not naked.

  So she wanted to play it that way? Game on.

  “Sara, you did not follow my instructions.” He gave a put-upon sigh. “You have left me no choice but to punish you.”

  Sara peeked at him from under her lashes. “I’m almost naked.”

  Cole shook his head in mock anger. “Not good enough. You’re going over my knee for your disobedience. However, first things first.”

  Cole dropped down on the bed next to her. Her scent, soft and floral, surrounded him and swamped his senses. His cock was already hard and pressing against his zipper. He claimed her sweet lips and drank from them greedily. Her taste was so sweet and intoxicating. He let his fingers roam over her sweet curves, made to fit his hand. He loved Jeremy, but he was falling hard for Sara, too. He hoped she felt the same. He knew Jeremy did.

  He lifted his head and stared down into green eyes which had turned dark with desire.

  “You’re going to know the penalty for disobeying me. First, undress me. But you may not touch my cock. You lost that privilege with your behavior.”

  Sara bit into the softness of her swollen lips. “Yes, Master.”

  Cole’s cock tightened painfully at her honeyed tone and submissive words. Both he and Jeremy liked to be in control. If Sara was okay with that on a semi regular basis, she was never going to get rid of them.

  Her hand slid up his chest and then back down, pulling the hem of his golf shirt from the waistband of his jeans. The office had a casual dress code for creative staff. Today, he was even more grateful for it. He didn’t think he could stand her soft hands flicking open button after button on one of his dress shirts.

  “Arms up, please, Master.”

  Sara kept her eyes submissively down, but he had the distinct impression she was taking the opportunity to check out the clearly outlined bulge in his jeans. Sara pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it away. She ran her hands across his chest and followed the trail of chest hair down to the button of his jeans. She popped it open before looking up at him with an expression that was pure sin.

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to not touch your cock, Master. I’ll try, but it’s so big.”

  Her breathy, innocent words belied the arousal behind them. Cole could feel the lust radiating from her body. A lust that was returned tenfold.

  He crossed his arms across his chest and gave her a scowl. “Flattery will get you nowhere, my little slave. I expect obedience. Failure will be punished.”

  “Yes, Master. I’ll obey.” Sara dropped her eyes again and began working the waistband down his hips and then legs. He kicked his jeans away with a devilish grin. She’d never get his boxers off without touching his cock.

  Chapter 8

  How am I going to get these boxers down without touching his cock?

  Did she even want to obey? He’d promised a punishment, and she couldn’t help but look forward to whatever he had in store for her.

  She hooked her fingers in his waistband and pulled it wide, pulling it out and over his hard dick. She remembered vividly how his cock had felt in her pussy last night, and it inched her desire even higher. The crotch of her panties was soaked and her nipples tight, rubbing against the lace every time she moved, sending sparks straight to her pussy.

  She pushed the boxers down his legs and tossed them into the clothing pile, feeling pretty proud of herself. She wouldn’t be earning a punishment for this, but she still had one coming for not getting naked.

  “Have I pleased you? What else may I do to pleasure my Lord and Master?”

  Cole waved at her clothes. “Take those off. Now, my slave.”

  “Certainly, Master.”

  Sara quickly pushed her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them away. Her bra quickly followed. Cole’s heated gaze touched every part of her body, making her feel desired and sexy. She could get used to feeling like this.

  Cole reclined at the end of the bed. “Kneel here before me and show me how you like to be pleasured. Start with those berry-tipped breasts.”

  Sara could feel her skin getting red with her embarrassment. He wanted her to touch herself? In front of him?

  “Are you disobeying me, my slave?”

  Sara licked her suddenly dry lips. She had never had an audience before. Her perverse nature kicked in at the thought of Cole watching her. Honey dripped from her pussy down her thighs at the image she would make with her legs spread and her fingers in her cunt.

  “No, Master.”

  She began stroking her breasts with her hands, tracing the outsides of the nipples then tickling the sensitive undersides. Her eyes closed as her fingers began twisting the hard buds, making them even tighter.

  “Eyes open and on me, my slave.”

  Sara opened her eyes and stared into Cole’s lust-filled gaze. He looked as if he was barely keeping himself in check as she stroked and kneaded her own breasts before slowly letting her hands descend toward her weeping cunt.

  Cole’s eyes narrowed as she knelt on the bed and spread her thighs wider. He couldn’t fail to see her skin glistening with her own juices. She was incredibly turned on. Her fingers traveled between her folds, straight to her swollen clit. She circled it over and over, in her familiar rhythm, bringing her closer to orgasm. Cole’s eyes never left her.

  “Put your fingers inside you, my slave. Fuck yourself and pretend it’s my cock.”

  Sara immediately obeyed, caught in the fantasy of being his slave, pleasing him completely and totally. First one finger, then a second fucked her slowly, drawing out the pleasure. She was so wet, her small fingers slipped in and out easily.

  “Is that how you like to be fucked, my slave? Slowly?”

  Sara’s eyes wanted to close with the pleasure, but she forced them to stay open as he had commanded.

  “Sometimes, Master.” Her voice sounded strained to her ears. “Sometimes. But sometimes I like it hard and fast.”

  Cole gave her an arrogant look. “What you want is of little consequence, my slave. Your only thought should be your Master’s desires.”

  She could feel the blood rushing to her skin, and her breathing was shallow. She was close to release.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I forgot my place. It won’t happen again.”

  Her fingers continued their slow in-and-out stroke of her pussy, glistening with her honey. “Show me how wet you are, my slave.”

  Sara extended her hand, and Cole leaned forward, sucking her fingers into his mouth. The sight of him sucking her hand clean almost sent her over the edge. It was erotic and naughty. Perhaps he would lick her pussy after her spanking.

  He licked and sucked her fingers until they were clean before lifting his head.

  “Time for your spanking, my slave. I hope this will teach you that I am in charge and you must obey. I will not tolerate your disobedience.”

  If Cole had expected Sara to back out, he was going to be disappointed. She was ready, and eager, for his hand to warm up her ass.

  He swung his legs over the side of the bed and motioned for her to drape herself over them. She hesitated for only a second before following his instructions. Within moments, her ass was in the perfect position. He anchored his own arm around her waist. The waiting seemed like forever. She had never been spanked before but desperately wanted it.

  The first smack of his hand on her ass cheeks startled her. It hurt more than she expected, and she started to protest when the sting turned to warmth. The warmth slid through her belly and straight to her pussy and clit. The second, third,
and fourth smacks did more of the same. She was on the edge of orgasm and desperately needed to come.

  She lost count as the spanking heated not only her ass but her entire cunt. She was dripping cream when he ended the spanking, stroking her sore ass cheeks with gentle fingers.

  “Will you disobey me again, my slave?”

  “No, Master. Please, please, let me come!” Sara wriggled on his lap, trying to get his fingers where she wanted them. She was rewarded with a sharp slap to her already-sore bottom.

  “Stop it, my slave. I decide when you get your pleasure.”

  She almost sagged on his lap, defeated, before he added, “You took your punishment well. You deserve a reward.”

  Then his fingers were exactly where she needed them. It took mere seconds of stimulating her clit before she cried out with relief. She came hard, harder than she ever had. The pleasure was so intense she shook from it. His talented fingers drew out the waves until she lay over his lap, wrung out and spent.

  * * * *

  Cole’s cock was painfully hard, and his balls were pulled up and tight. Spanking Sara’s creamy, heart-shaped ass had him practically coming all over himself. Add in her delightful response to being dominated and Cole was in heaven with this woman.

  He carefully lifted her and set her on his lap, holding her gently until awareness came over her. She lifted her eyes to his, holding his gaze for long moments before caressing his jaw with her soft hand.

  “That was amazing.”

  Cole felt his throat constrict with the force of his feelings. “Yeah, amazing. I like your game.”

  Sara smiled, tracing his lips with her fingers. His mouth tingled from the contact as if she had kissed him.

  “Hmmm…I love the game, too. I think this is going to be one of my favorites. But we’re not done, are we…Master?”

  Sara wiggled on his dick. He was hard as concrete, and her movements sent arrows of pleasure straight to his balls and up his spine. He didn’t want to come. Yet.

  “No, we are not done, my slave. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs. Wide. I want to see the pussy that belongs to me. If you’re a good, obedient slave, you may get to come again.”

  Cole chuckled to himself as Sara scrambled to get into position. Her legs were spread wide, and he could see her thighs were sticky from her arousal. The dark curls between her legs were damp and her pretty, pink pussy peeked out at him, beckoning.

  He leaned over her, taking in her gorgeous body. She was tiny but with enough curves to satisfy both he and Jeremy. Her skin glowed with the sunlight streaming into the room. The rays caressed each slope and plane of her luscious form.

  He extended his tongue and laved at her nipples. They’d gone soft after her climax. He would get them hard again. He sucked one in, scraping his tongue across the edges. Sara moaned, and her eyes fluttered closed. He repeated the motion until both nipples were hard and tight and Sara was writhing underneath him. She looked beautiful—her long, dark hair spread over the pillow, her skin flushed with arousal, her breath coming in pants. She was ready for him.

  He pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. At once, a vision of Sara holding a blond baby flashed before his eyes. He wondered if she wanted more children. She was a wonderful mother. They would talk about it soon, he hoped.

  He rolled on the condom and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy.

  “Do you want my cock, my slave? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Sara nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

  “Yes, please, Master. Please fuck me.”

  Cole slowly, torturously, pushed his cock into her tight, wet cunt. Fighting the urge to thrust hard and to the hilt, he forced himself to enter her in a controlled fashion, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He hoped she wasn’t sore from the hard fucking he had given her last night. Luckily, her expression was one of pleasure, not pain, as he continued his relentless pressure until he was all the way in and his balls slapped her ass cheeks.

  He closed his eyes and took deep breaths to hold back his release. Her pussy hugged him like a hot velvet glove. He never wanted to leave it. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in slowly. Over and over, slowly, driving them both mad with want and need, he fucked her. Never increasing the speed, even when she threw her legs around his hips and bucked against him. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder, anything to make her come.

  “I thought this is how you liked it, my slave. You touched yourself slowly, so I’m fucking you slowly.”

  Sara shook her head back and forth on the pillow. “No, Master! Fuck me hard! I need it!”

  Cole couldn’t ignore the plea in her voice and the building pressure in his balls.

  “Whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

  Cole increased the speed of his thrusts, slamming into her pussy hard and fast. She mewled in pleasure each time his groin rubbed against her clit. The rippling of her pussy told him she was close. He reached in between them to rub circles around her clit.

  Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she fell apart in his arms. She screamed his name as the force of her orgasm shook her slight body. He thrust in to the hilt one last time, feeling his cock jerk and spasm as he filled the condom with his seed. The pleasure burst from his balls, through his cock, and up his spine. Mary and Joseph, it was so good.

  He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat and her honey.

  “I swear I’ll get off of you in a minute. I know I’m crushing you.”

  He felt rather than heard Sara’s giggle then her push on his shoulder. He rolled off of her.

  “You are pretty heavy. But you’re worth it.”

  He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and quickly took care of the condom. He pulled her close and cuddled her soft form. He felt a tightening in his heart at the thought they might not be able to persuade her to stay. She had become incredibly important to him, to them, in such a short time. They wanted her and Jack to stay.

  He traced a pattern on her soft skin. She shivered in response. He loved that she was so responsive.

  “I think we missed lunch, princess.”

  Sara yawned and cuddled closer. “I’m not hungry now, actually. I’d rather cuddle with you. How about telling me a story?”

  “A story, huh? What kind of story?” Sara often made up silly stories for Jack.

  “How about the story of how you and Jeremy got together? I’ve never heard that one.”

  Cole smiled at the memory. “I remember it like it was yesterday. The day I met Jeremy was the day I showed up for a job interview at the company. I saw Jeremy and fell immediately in lust.”

  Sara frowned. “Not in love?”

  Cole chuckled at her expression. “Not at first. But I thought he was handsome, sexy, and dynamic. He was also about to become my boss. I actually tried to throw the interview so he wouldn’t hire me and I could ask him out. It didn’t work obviously. He hired me anyway. That started my work crush on him. Man, I loved going to work every day just to see him, spend time with him.”

  “How did you two get together then if he was your boss? That’s sexual harassment, you know.”

  “That I well know, and so did Jeremy. He told me later he found me attractive, too, but of course didn’t do anything because of our employer-employee status. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t eating or sleeping for thinking about him. I didn’t care about the job. I walked into Jeremy’s office and slapped my resignation on his desk.”

  Sara sat straight up. “What happened?”

  “He offered me more money. I was crazed, Sara. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him that I didn’t want more money, I wanted him.”

  Sara’s eyes were round with amazement. “Um, how did he take that?”

  Cole grinned. “We had sex on his desk. Been together ever since.”

  Sara laughed. “On his desk, huh?”

  “Yep, we’ve moved to
a bigger building, but he’s never gotten rid of that desk. I get hard just walking into his office thinking about that morning. Hmmm…we’ll have to christen that desk again—only with you this time.”

  Sara turned a becoming shade of pink. “In the office? What if someone heard? Oh my God, did anyone hear you?”

  Cole shrugged. “It was early in the morning, so I doubt it. But at the time I didn’t give a tinker’s damn. I was out of the closet by then, and Jeremy was, too. That was eleven years ago. I’ve grown up a lot since then. I probably wouldn’t handle it quite the same, but I would make damn sure the outcome was still the same.”

  Sara nibbled at her swollen lower lip, stirring his cock again. “This closet thing? You said you dated women, too. Have you dated since being with Jeremy?”

  “I wouldn’t call it dating. We’ve had some evenings with women who wanted a fling with two men. We wanted to be with a woman. I love Jeremy and want to spend my life with him, but we like having a woman between us. Specifically, we like having you between us.”

  Sara yawned, wider this time. “I like being between you. Not sure how I feel about those other women, though.”

  Cole pulled her closer, his hand tangling in her silky hair. “Sleep, my princess. They didn’t mean anything. It was all fun and games, and everyone knew the score. This is something different.”

  Cole lay there, feeling her warm body and listening to her even breathing as she slept. His heart was lost to this tiny woman. He and Jeremy had to find a way to make her stay.

  Chapter 9

  “Did you talk to Steve today?” Cole speared the last piece of chicken with his fork and popped it in his mouth. Sara had made chicken piccata and a salad for dinner, and Cole had been starving. He and Sara had worked up quite an appetite playing Master and Slave this afternoon.

  Jeremy studied his chicken closely. “I have someone looking into it.”

  “I would have thought Steve would have known about it right away.”