Playing for Keeps

by Glenda Horsfall

  Holy shit. It took him only a moment or two to realize that she was playing with herself. She had told him that whenever she was uptight she masturbated as sexual release seemed to alleviate all the tension in her body. She had, however, never masturbated in front of him – and he had been too much of a gentleman to ask her to. Now he wished he hadn’t been so reticent. Watching her getting herself off was such a turn on. She lifted her left leg and placed it on the shelf of the bath, one hand was covered in soap as she gently massaged first one breast and then the other, her fingers plucking at her nipples until they stood at attention. Her other hand was below the water line, out of view, the bubbles denying him the sight he wanted so badly.

  Seeing her hand bob up and down, moving faster and faster, and listening to her breathing becoming more ragged, knowing that she was going to come at any minute turned him on so fast it took his breath away. Jesus, he couldn’t breathe. He should make her aware that he was there – but there was no way on earth he was going to miss her finale – not when she was this close. His cock throbbed and he subconsciously rubbed himself in time with her movements.

  Her fingers worked frantically below the water line, and he heard the little moans at the back of her throat, which he guessed was a scream she was trying to suppress. As her legs started to tremble, her green eyes opened suddenly. She dropped her left leg back into the bath and under the water and quickly averted her gaze.

  “Don’t stop now, honey – you’re just getting to the best bit,” he drawled, his voice coming out more husky than usual.

  “Go away, you’re embarrassing me!” she snapped back.

  “I might be embarrassing you – but hell, you’ve got me turned on so much I can hardly think straight,” he said.

  “Please Cassie, carry on – you must be feeling frustrated leaving off where you did. I loved watching you.” Shit, he hadn’t been this turned on since he was a teenager who couldn’t control his hormones.

  “Look, I’ll strip and join you in the bath – you won’t be on your own.”

  She looked up at him, embarrassment slowly fading from her face and softly muttered, “Okay.” But, she left her hands where they were resting along the sides of the bath.

  He yanked his shirt off, not caring that buttons were popping left, right and center and peeled down the zip of his slacks carefully over his erection. He toed off his shoes and socks, his eyes on Cassie as he undressed. He loved the way her eyes lit up as he slowly lowered his pants and boxers to reveal his fully erect state.

  “See what you did to me,” he said. “How can you think watching you didn’t turn me on?”

  Her eyes widened, and her tongue slipped between her teeth as she licked her lips. The thought of the havoc her tongue would evoke, caused his cock to twitch.

  “Move forward, sweetheart and make some room for me.” He slipped into the bath behind her, pulling her onto his lap so that her firm bum cheeks sat on top of his cock. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and pulled her back so that she rested firmly against his chest. He brought his hands up to cover her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and index finger. God, her breasts were so responsive. The nipples were erect and pushing into his hands in moments. She arched her back and pushed her breasts towards his hands as she leaned back more fully against him with her head resting against his neck and shoulder. Her bum cheeks moved restlessly over his cock, as she pressed herself more firmly against him.

  “Finish what you started, baby,” he murmured hoarsely.

  “I can’t, not with you watching me.”

  “Yes, you can.” He took her right hand in his while pushing her legs apart with his knees, and guided her hand between her legs. Cupping her hand in his larger one, he held open her fingers and guided her middle and index finger between her folds. Shit she was swollen and hot. He only hoped he lasted until she came. His breath hissed between his gritted teeth as he fought for control.

  She tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight refusing to let go.

  “Relax, enjoy, baby.” He worked her fingers up and down against her swollen clit. He nibbled at her neck, sucking and biting at the same time as he stroked her fingers up and down. Her breathing became more labored, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls, and he was getting harder by the minute.

  “I’m going to take my hand away now, baby, but I want you to continue.” He swallowed hard. “I want to hold you in my arms when you come apart.”

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was normally so in control, so correct, so polite, never in a million years would she have imagined herself masturbating in front of someone else– but shit, she had been on at him to try something new in their love life. Perhaps it was time she tried something different herself. If it made him happy and judging by what she was sitting on, it was making him very happy, then what the hell.

  She closed her eyes, snuggled her back against his chest. His arms were now around her middle, with his fingers playing a sweet tune on her nipples. He pulled and twisted them almost painfully and the sensation was spiraling straight to the folds between her thighs. The pulsing started deep inside and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She plunged two fingers inside and continued to stroke up and down her outer folds and clitoris with her other hand. As the tension mounted, her fingers stroked more and more frantically as she reached for the release she needed.

  “Oh God, Matt… Matt, I’m going to come!” she screamed.

  “That’s it, baby, let it go. Fly for me.” She heard how erratic his breathing had become and his hoarse entreaty spurred her toward her climax.

  “Oh God, Oh shit….” She was screaming her pleasure and bucking above him. She clamped around the fingers she had inserted, spasms of her release sucking and pulling them in, as her orgasm finally washed over her, leaving her jerking around on his lap.

  Holy shit! Matt felt like he was going to explode. He was sure he had never witnessed anything sexier in his life.

  He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her; he surged out of the bath lifting her with him. They stood in front of the vanity units. She faced away from him. He grabbed her hands, planted them on the counter, and pulled her backside toward him. One hand slipped between her folds and two fingers went inside her where he still felt the spasms of her orgasm. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to control his mounting excitement.

  He was so desperate for his own release that he pushed her head down and entered her fully in one strong surge. Shit, she was so hot, so tight, so slick… He leaned over and brushed her hair from her neck. He touched her throat first and then caressed lower to tease her nipples, all the while pumping into her as hard and as fast as he could. Christ he wasn’t going to last long! Matt felt his release building, heard the slap of his balls against her moist opening.

  “Harder…yes, oh yes’s, harder.” He could hardly believe she was encouraging him; her pleas for him to take her harder came out breathy and eager as she planted in time to his thrusts. He had her pinned from behind, but she looked so passionate in the mirror, so turned on. Her eyes blazed with passion. He was thrilled with her response. He clenched his jaw as he fought for control.

  Matt grabbed her hips hard and continued slamming into her, almost as hard as Cassie herself was pushing back against him. Her pussy tightened around him, a sure sign that she was about to come again. He slipped his arm around her and rubbed her clit then pinched the erect bud tight between his fingers. She whimpered low in her throat. ‘Oh Christ…so good,” she gasped.

  “Come with me, baby. I can’t hold on much longer,” he panted. “Now!” He threw back his head and let out a roar as his own completion tore through him.

  Cassie screamed as she stiffened, then bucked. Matt knew that if he’d not been holding her, her legs would have buckled. He leaned over and kissed her gently, “Amazing, absolutely bloody amazing…” he whispered against her ear, as he surveyed her reflection in the mirror.

  He f
elt her body trembling as she continued to hold onto the vanity unit. She lowered her head causing her hair to fall forward, shielding her face from his view. She said nothing.

  Her stillness was un-nerving. The strength of their passion had taken him by surprise and he had been a bit rougher with her than he would normally be. Guilt choked him.

  “Are you okay, babe? I was a bit rough – sorry about that, but you got me so darned horny I couldn’t help myself.”

  Her body slumped across the vanity unit and she gripped the sides tightly. She shook her head in reply to his question. He stroked her back in an attempt to comfort her. He felt the small tremors that still coursed throughout her body, as she fought to bring her labored breathing back under control.

  Crap! He had been too rough.

  Chapter 3

  He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed. Her body was still trembling. He leaned over and kissed her slowly, pouring his heart into the kiss. He didn’t want her to think he was indifferent to her feelings. He was nervous about how she was going to react to his surprise. He had planned everything down to the last detail in an effort to give her a birthday treat to remember. The last thing he needed was to upset her before the weekend had really begun. He ran his hands up and down her arms, soothing, calming. How the hell was he going to make this right? The night just wasn’t going the way he’d planned.

  He watched over her closely as her breathing settled. She smiled tremulously at him, her eyes bright with tears. His throat felt tight with regret and he cursed himself under his breath for being so carried away that he had reduced her to tears. He could cope with her shouting at him. He could cope with her sulking and refusing to talk. He couldn’t cope with her crying.

  “Sorry, babe,” he said.

  “What are you sorry for?” Cassie looked at him through dazed eyes.

  “For being rough with you. For being too enthusiastic – did I hurt you?” He was full of remorse.

  “Of course you didn’t hurt me.”

  He gave a sigh of relief. “Why are you crying?” He was perplexed.

  “Shit, Matt – you just gave me two fantastic orgasms within ten minutes.” She smiled at him shyly.

  She had said fantastic! Suddenly he felt ten foot tall and couldn’t contain the grin he felt breaking out across his face.

  “You get as emotional as you want, sweetheart, as long as you’re happy,” he returned wickedly.

  He lay down on the bed and gathered her in his arms. Her body was still trembling with small aftershocks. He stroked his hands up and down over her arms, across her back and over her rounded buttocks until she calmed. She turned in his arms so that he held her spoon fashion and dozed off. He decided to let her rest, but not too long. The party was booked for the early part of the evening.

  Cassie awoke with a start as the telephone on the nightstand rang. She rolled out of his arms to answer it.

  “Can I speak to Master Matt?” the brisk, male voice on the other end of the phone asked. Master Matt? Her body quivered as her imagination drifted briefly to the romance book she had read recently. She wondered why they would refer to him in that way. What was going on? Feeling a little confused, she turned to hand him the phone.

  “Master Matt,” she teased as she handed the receiver to him, “phone call for you.”

  Matt reached over and took the phone from her grasp. She couldn’t tell who it was by his conversation, which was mostly conducted in ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers. Once he had replaced the receiver, he turned to her, “Time to get ready for the party.”

  Still confused, she reached up to caress his face. “Are we still going?”

  “Of course – it’s the highlight of the weekend.” He turned his head in order to brush a kiss across the palm of her hand, before retreating to the other side of the bed. She knew then that he was up to something. Whatever the phone call had been about, he wasn’t about to give the game away.

  She found herself wondering exactly what he was planning.

  He had been very secretive about their weekend away and had refused to give her any details. When asked he would only say it was a surprise. She had tried to figure out what kind of surprise he was planning, based on the little information that she had. Remembering the costumes he had mentioned earlier, she started to get excited. They were going to dress up. Someone obviously thought he was her master. Was she finally going to be able to experience a bit of role-play?

  Shit! It they were going to role-play she wanted to do it in private, not in a group of other people. She thought she’d taken his mind off the party. She had hoped that perhaps with what had gone on earlier he would decide to stay here and party with her. Nervous tension gnawed at her stomach. She really was not looking forward to the evening ahead. She envisaged a party filled with a large crowd of strangers. It wasn’t at all how she would have chosen to spend her birthday. If she were going to celebrate with a party, she would rather have been surrounded by family and friends. Alternatively, she would be happy if there were just the two of them.

  Not wanting to disappoint him, especially after he had taken such good care of her earlier, Cassie nodded her approval. Perhaps if they got ready and went downstairs, they would only have to stay for an hour or two before escaping back to their suite.

  She watched as he got up quickly and strode purposefully across the room. His long stride made short work of the distance to the dressing area. Cassie lay for a few moments admiring the view. He was just as gorgeous from the rear as from the front, and her heart raced a little faster!

  “Your outfit is hanging in the closet; I’ll get dressed in the bathroom when I shave.” He pulled an outfit bag from the wardrobe and strode into the bathroom with it slung across his arm.

  Cassie had forgotten to ask what costume he had ordered for her, and curiosity getting the better of her, she crossed to the closet to pull out her own outfit bag.

  Holy shit. No way. Matt must not have seen the outfit – typical bloke. He must have picked from a list without looking at it! The costume provided for her was that of a belly dancer. The blouse if you could call it that, was comprised of a very sheer sea green long sleeved top that ended just below her bust. The front was low cut and edged with jewels. Beading was sewn across where her nipples would be and tassels were attached. The bottom edge of the blouse / bra had little gold charms hanging from a chain, which would encircle her. The skirt was no more than a waistband from which hung an array of multi colored diaphanous scarves. Totally indecent to be seen out in.

  He surely didn’t intend for her to wear it in public. She wouldn’t have minded wearing it just for Matt, the thought alone brought out goose bumps. When she had suggested role-play in the past, he had looked at her as though she had a screw loose, so she had let the subject drop. She could imagine the fun she would have dressed up as his ‘harem’ girl. Unfortunately, she didn’t think he would enjoy it. Every time she’d tried to talk him into role-play, they’d ended up fighting.

  Rifling through the bag, she pulled out a matching sea green veil, along with what appeared to be, a string of pearls attached to a strip of lace. What the hell was that? When she held it up she finally figured out it was a thong, with the string of pearls going from back to front. She couldn’t believe he would want her to wear something so risqué in public.

  She wouldn’t mind wearing the thong for a private show. The thought of all those little white pearls caressing her clit as she walked was enough to start a sweet ache between her legs. She was wet at the thought alone.

  “Matt – have you seen this outfit?” she called through the bathroom door.

  “Sure, honey, I picked it out myself,” he replied, “thought the color would match your eyes.”

  He had to be fibbing. “You expect me to go downstairs wearing this?”

  “You’ll look sensational – don’t worry!”

  Don’t worry! She was likely to be arrested for indecency! She decided
to put the outfit on, so that he could see how indecent it was. As she had expected, the thong tickled just where it shouldn’t. She stood back and surveyed herself in the mirror.

  She had brushed her hair out, but left it down in the hope that it would cover some of her top. She pushed the riot of curls behind her to fall down her back as she took in the picture she made. The outfit was positively scandalous. The cropped top was tight and her ample bust was almost spilling over the cleavage, and although the strategically placed tassels covered her nipples, her darker areoles were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She had a reasonably good figure having always kept herself fit by working out most weekends. The low fitting skirt showed off her flat and toned stomach, although the skirt did little to hide her long legs. She imagined how much leg would be on display when they went downstairs for the party. She didn’t mind Matt seeing and admiring her legs, but she didn’t want anyone else ogling them.

  It was a sexy outfit! It made her feel sexy and alluring. She imagined herself dancing for Matt. She surveyed herself in the mirror, noting the light flush that now covered her face and neckline. She pouted her lips and blew her reflection a kiss. He didn’t stand a chance.

  Her thoughts once again turned to role-play. Dressed as she was, there was a good chance she could get him to indulge her this evening. Maybe she would drive him wild and he would take her roughly again! That had been mind blowing – and so unlike the gentle lover he normally was.

  Cassie froze in panic when a loud knock came on the door to their suite. No way did she want anyone to see her. She was grateful when she heard Matt leave the bathroom to answer the door. She stayed hidden in the bedroom out of the way while he dealt with their caller. No way was anyone going to see her dressed in this.

  Matt returned after a minute and she had a chance to look at his outfit properly for the first time.

  He was wearing what she supposed she would classify as a Sultan’s outfit. Loose gold pants hung low on his hips. He had embroidered gold slippers on his feet. His bare chest, which if she wasn’t mistaken had been rubbed with oil, was barely covered by an embroidered waistcoat. Upon his head he wore a turban with a jewel in the center. God, he was gorgeous. She had always thought him good looking. He was tall, a good couple of inches over six foot, and he wore his dark hair cut short at the back but longer on top, giving him a slightly ‘I just got out of bed look’. His glacier blue eyes pierced straight to her heart. A look from him turned her on. His eyes made a dramatic contrast to his lightly tanned complexion, which had more to do with his Italian genes than sunbathing. As he stood there with his arms folded, letting her look her fill, she felt proud that he had chosen her as his girlfriend.