Playing for Keeps

by Glenda Horsfall

  Christ, listen to yourself, this is a game! His thoughts were in turmoil. He felt irritated because she had disobeyed his command and annoyed that she had not followed the rules of the game. He didn’t want to be too hard on her, but, he was determined that if they were going to play, then they would play by the rules. Her flagrant disregard and lack of respect had adrenaline pumping through his body. His muscles felt tense. He inhaled deeply several times as he struggled to bring himself back under control. He needed to be able to think clearly if he was going to resolve their issues. She wanted domination, he reminded himself. He was determined that she wasn’t going to find him lacking, that meant… he would have to up his game.

  She sat there looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, her eyes downcast, but with a silly little grin on her face as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. He was determined to take that grin away. No way would he allow her to get the upper hand with him.

  Chapter 5

  Cassie watched as Matt crossed the room to pick up the wall phone. He kept his back to her, as he gave instructions to someone on the other end of the line. After replacing the handset, he returned to sit on the divan a couple of feet away from her.

  “Look at me.” He didn’t sound happy. She raised her head to look directly into his eyes. She knew he was disappointed that she had disobeyed his command, but she didn’t feel the least remorseful. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

  He looked so serious and she guessed he was going to punish her for her earlier infraction. “Yes Master.” Her insides quivered with excitement at the thought of being punished. She had wanted him to spank her for months. It now looked like she was finally going to get her way and she struggled to hide her glee. He probably expected her to feel penitent, when in reality all she felt was excitement.

  “You can use your safe word at any time.” Matt reminded her.

  “Yes Master.” she couldn’t contain her grin. She was going to be spanked and her cunt was already thrumming with anticipation. Her first spanking!

  She nearly jumped out of her skin when the door to the tent was thrust open and the two male attendants from earlier in the evening entered. They were carrying what looked like a sloping stool and a small satchel.

  She was going to kill him. What the hell was he thinking of calling for them to return? She would die of embarrassment. She sat wearing nothing but the pearl thong and nipple clamps. She bowed her head in shame, turning her back on them. Christ… She didn’t know where to look. She had never been so embarrassed in her life, her face felt like it was on fire.

  “Do you accept your punishment?”

  Oh God, what could she say? She stole a furtive glance over her shoulder at the two Doms who stood in the middle of the room, and swiveled round sharply to look at Matt. What was he planning? Surely, he wasn’t going to let these goons spank her.

  She was trembling, fear making her bite down on her lip, all desire and excitement had now fled. Her breathing became erratic in her panic – she couldn’t answer him, she felt helpless and very close to tears.

  “If you accept your need to be punished,” he said firmly, “I will administer your punishment.”

  Her eyes locked onto his and she held her breath as he continued. “If you don’t accept the need to be punished, when you truly deserve it for your earlier disobedience, then my friends over there,” he nodded behind her back, “will administer said punishment.”

  Bastard! Relief washed through her, and she saw that he understood her fear of the other Doms.

  “I accept my punishment, Master,” she said quickly, quietly, so that only he would hear.

  “Stand up.”

  He rose from the divan and held out his hand to help her stand. Oh, shit! She had tried to make herself as small as possible to hide from the other Doms in the room, but he was intent on taking that small comfort away from her too. Humiliation swept through her. She had never been so aware of her own body and wondered what they were thinking. Did they find her situation amusing, or were they looking at her and finding her lacking? Her skin erupted in goose bumps. Although the room was warm, she shivered. He had told her to stand up and she did not dare oppose him, just in case he handed her over to the others. What the hell had happened to him? She had thought they were playing, but he was obviously taking it far more seriously. She thought about using her ‘safe’ word, but discounted the idea almost immediately. He’d told her if she used it he would stop whatever they were doing and take her home. She didn’t want to go home. She’d waited too long for this.

  She swallowed her pride and stood as he asked. She kept her back to the room and the other Doms. “Put your arms out to the side at shoulder height; open your legs to shoulder width. Do not move. Do not talk.”

  Her shivers intensified as she wondered what he was planning next. She looked away. Her legs were trembling, panic was building inside. Her chest felt tight, and she could hardly breathe.

  “Look at me.” He sounded gentle, caring.

  Hearing his voice sounding so calm soothed her frayed emotions. She raised her head and was relieved to see his wide, reassuring smile.

  “Breathe.”

  Her breath exhaled on a ‘whoosh’ and she felt lightheaded as he cupped her chin and raised her head, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Breathe slowly, don’t panic, kitten. Trust me,” he whispered. “You know I would never hurt you.”

  Oh thank you, thank you, God. Cassie was so relieved. She really had not been sure that he wasn’t going to get the other Doms, to administer her punishment. She trusted Matt not to hurt her. Maybe this would turn out all right after all. He was probably going to spank her – and hell that was what she had wanted! She smiled to herself thinking about the spanking to come, that thought alone caused moisture to pool within her folds.

  He kept his hold on her chin, forcing her to look at him and nowhere else as he looked over her shoulder and issued instructions to the other Doms.

  “Manacle her – hands and feet.” Her heart lurched in panic; she couldn’t turn around to see what they were doing, but silently prayed that Matt would not let them touch her.

  A Dom appeared on either side of her, Matt was at her front, and Cassie had no escape. She closed her eyes, feeling mortified. She didn’t know where to look! The touch of the Doms was impersonal as they attached leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle before stepping back. She heard them moving about and what sounded like chains being taken out of a bag. Her heart was thudding so hard she could hardly hear above the sound of her own heartbeat, as she tried to figure out what they were doing.

  “Tie her in position!” Matt bit out. He saw the panic flare in her eyes, but had to admire her nerve when she didn’t try to run and didn’t use her safe word.

  She had agreed too quickly to her punishment. Did she think that by getting rid of the others he would relent and go easy on her? Not a chance baby! Not that he would let anyone touch her, but he wasn’t opposed to playing with her head a little to reinforce that he was in charge.

  Dean and Jake, Doms he had met when he had been researching the BDSM scene, and who had now become quite good friends, grinned at him as they came up behind her. He knew they wouldn’t hurt her, that they wouldn’t touch her sexually; but she didn’t. Each grabbed a wrist, and guided her, over to the spanking stool.

  She stood staring straight ahead, as if she was too embarrassed to look at either of her captors. She shrieked when they suddenly lifted her off her feet and laid her face down on the sloping and padded stool. The manacles around her wrists where fastened to eyes at the base of the front of the stool. Her legs were spread wide and the manacles around her ankles were fastened to hooks at the sides of the back of the stool. Her backside was positioned on the edge, raised in the air and ripe for his attention. A leather strap was fasted across her middle, pinning her, ass up, face down and unable to move. Her chest was pressed tight against the leather padding of the stool and he was sure the nipple clam
ps were making themselves felt.

  Matt crossed to stand behind her. He pulled on her hair to lift her face up and efficiently tied a mask over her eyes. Deprivation of one sense, in this case sight, always, but always resulted in heightening of the other senses. Her senses of hearing, touch, taste and smell would become more acute. He really hoped his kitten was going to enjoy herself.

  “Do not move, do not talk unless I ask you a question.” He walked around her prone position, his fingers trailing sensuously over her skin. “If you talk,” he continued, “I will have to gag you and I really don’t want to do that – I want to hear you scream!”

  She gave a low whimper as she tried in vain to raise her arms. He could imagine what she was thinking. What was he planning to do? Why would she scream? Pain or pleasure?

  Dean and Jake gave him wide grins as they crept out.

  Punishment time! He was going to play with her mind. He knew her imagination would be in overdrive. Perhaps he would feed that wicked imagination of hers. It would teach her a lesson – never to disobey him again. Christ, he was turning into a bastard. All the same, he was looking forward to driving her mad.

  He removed his waistcoat, she wouldn’t know if it was him or one of the others touching her that way. Cupping her ass in his hands, he molded her cheeks and squeezed as he leant over her back and kissed her nape.

  “Relax, kitten, you really will enjoy this punishment!” He was glad she was blindfolded and couldn’t see his face. She did relax as she realized that it was him at her back.

  He massaged her shoulders gently, rubbed up and down her arms; he whispered how gorgeous she was in her ear. He told her how much he had loved watching her come, although and despite the fact that she had disobeyed him. Her skin was satin soft and the smell of her perfume teased at his nostrils, as he stroked his hands slowly down her back, working his way to her ass in soft gentle swirls. She relaxed under him as her fear subsided. His fingers worked lower and he took a step back to admire the view. She was fully exposed, her cunt and asshole his for the taking. He slipped his fingers between her legs where she was already wet and stroked up and down on her clit. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her up to the hilt, pumping them fast, as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. Christ, she was drenched. Her inner muscles clenched and pulled at his fingers. He couldn’t contain his groan of desire as he thought of sheathing himself within her heat. But first, she had to learn who wore the trousers in this relationship. It was time to up the tension.

  Her limbs were twitching and her inner muscles were now clenched tight around his fingers. She was so close to coming, the frustration of not being able to move, to close her legs around his fingers must be driving her mad. She was moaning in the back of her throat and thrashing her head from side to side. Let’s see what she makes of this!

  He leant over her, “Enjoying that kitten? Feel good?”

  “Hmm ……oh yes. Yes Master.” Her voice was husky with need, and he loved that he had brought her pleasure.

  He stood up and stepped away from her, as he wondered how she would react to his next move.

  He pretended that the other Doms were still in the room with them, as he invited, “Dean, she’s so creamy. I bet she tastes sweet, help yourself to a sample.”

  Cassie froze at his words. Oh, God. No, no, no. Surely he wasn’t going to let them touch her. Overcome by panic she fought against her restraints. No matter how much she struggled they held tight and she couldn’t escape.

  She felt a rush of hot breath against her pussy before a rough textured tongue started lapping her from top to bottom. The sensation was incredible and she fought against her rising excitement. Oh shit. She was going to kill Matt when she got free.

  She tried to think of something, anything to prevent her being turned on by the other man tonguing her pussy. Times tables, she would recite her times tables. Frantically she tried. Her mind went blank. It wasn’t working! The unknown assailant at her rear was slowing licking between her folds. His tongue stabbed into her at regular intervals, curling around her clit. Driving her mad! As much as she tried to fight it, sensation was building, it was so good, she couldn’t resist. Fingers plunged inside, curled, and stroked her G-spot as the tongue kept lapping her. Lips clamped around her clit and sucked hard. She couldn’t contain herself any longer. She screamed as she climaxed and her cum was eagerly lapped from her pussy.

  She was mortified. She could not believe that she had let herself be brought to climax by someone she didn’t know. Mortification turned to guilt. What the hell would Matt think of her now? She was overcome with shame and tears soaked her blindfold.

  “Did I say you were allowed to come?”

  Oh, shit! He didn’t sound in the least bit pleased!

  “Answer me, slave,” he commanded. “Did I give you permission to come?”

  “No, Master.” Cassie panted still trying to get her breathing back under control. That was twice tonight she had come without his permission, and the second time was with another man. She quivered in trepidation at what course of action he would take now.

  “For disobeying me for a second time in as many hours, I am going to flog you. Five strokes and you will count them out.” He continued as if his announcement was nothing out of the ordinary. “If you miss a count I will add another stroke.” Her backside stung as she felt the first firm slap on her bare behind.

  Ouch… The slap was harder than she thought it was going to be. When he rubbed over the cheek he had just slapped, she felt the sting and warmth rushed over her heated flesh… Not bad, not half as bad as I expected. I can manage that.

  Matt stroked the short leather flogger in his hand. The Dungeon Masters had given him lessons in how to use it properly; how to strike her only fleetingly in order that she felt a short, sharp stroke which would warm her behind but not cause any lasting damage. If she was as submissive as he thought, then it would also warm her pussy and have her creaming up nicely, ready for him again.

  He was apprehensive about using the flogger, as he didn’t know how she was going to react. Before he chickened out and changed his mind, he brought the flogger down swiftly on her left cheek.

  She gasped and he watched, in the mirror opposite, as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She would have known he hadn’t used his hand, and that she would feel the sting of the leather flogger. Was she wondering what was coming next?

  “Count, kitten.”

  “One Master.” she gasped.

  He brought the flogger down again on her other cheek.

  “Two Master.” She panted.

  Again.

  “Three Master.”

  Her backside was red and the thin strips of leather had left thin raised welts on her skin. He paused in his flogging and rubbed his hands over her backside, kneading and caressing the cheeks outwards, almost as if he was trying to rub the marks out. His thumbs worked lower and caressed between her labia, up and inside her moist folds, which were warm and pulsing; she was soaking wet. There was no doubt in his mind now; she had a submissive personality.

  He administered the fourth stroke quickly wanting it done and over with. He knew that as her Dom, he had to punish her, but nothing in the rulebook said he had to like it.

  “Four, Master,” her voice trembled. He walked around to stand in front of Cassie; her blindfold was soaked with tears. His hands stroked her hair back from her face; he leant down and kissed her gently, “So brave little one, so good,” he told her, “it will soon be over. Last stroke coming up.”

  He watched as she tensed, waiting for it. He rubbed her backside, slipping his fingers down and around her clit at the same time. He couldn’t believe she was being turned on when her backside must be hurting so much. He wanted to forget the last stroke, and just fuck her! He was surprised she wasn’t screaming at him.

  On the last stroke, he had brought the flogger down swiftly between the cheeks of her ass and flicked her mound. According to Dean, the sharp sting t
o her most sensitive area would heighten her pleasure. He only hoped Dean was correct; otherwise, he was going to be in a whole lot of trouble.

  “Count!”

  “Five, Master,” she bit out through gritted teeth.

  Matt threw the flogger aside, overcome with the need to comfort her now that the punishment was over. He leaned over her from behind, the silk of his pants and his erection rubbing up against her bright red ass. Her backside radiated heat and he felt guilty. He calmed her with strong, slow caresses that travelled up her spine, around her neck and shoulders. He massaged her gently, calmed her tears.

  “Punishment over for tonight sweetheart,” he told her. “Only pleasure from now on in.” He returned to stroking her ass cheeks, blowing gently as if trying to cool them. This had the opposite effect; he knew his cool breath would make her cheeks feel hotter. He hoped that her cunt would be throbbing with need and her clit aching for his touch.

  “Touch me …. Please, Master, touch me,” she begged.

  He had told her not to talk, but how could he resist when she begged so nicely?

  “Tell me what you need.”

  “I need you to touch me.” She was almost incoherent with need, her words low and husky.

  “You will have to be more specific.”

  Christ, he was being a bastard. She would likely want to kill him when she got free.

  “Please,” she paused, took a deep breath. “I want you to stroke my clit; I want your fingers in me. I want you to fuck me hard. Is that specific enough for you Master?” she bit out clearly annoyed with him now.

  He had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. Wow, was she worked up.

  “How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” He was openly laughing now, loving the way she was begging for him to fuck her, loving the fact that she was so turned on the juices from her pussy where running down the inside of her thighs.