Two Player Games: (Corrupted 5-8)

by Klaire, Jamie

  The moans I had been trying to repress came forth as he licked and sucked them deep into his mouth. My hips rocked mindlessly against his leather pants, already begging.

  "Your body knows me, recognizes me." Caleb said, seemingly to my breast. His eyes flicked up to mine, making fire shoot through me as he looked deep into my eyes. "That is because it knows it belongs to me. Your body knows this, it is your mind I still need to tame, to claim."

  Before I could respond, his eyes were back on my skin, closing as he kissed his way back down my body, aiming for what he purposely skipped before.

  He kissed his way down my stomach and between my thighs again, nipping closer and closer to the fabric draped over me. He grabbed it, balling a fistful of fabric in his grip, tugging down, rubbing it between my lips, the feel of the fabric rough against my skin.

  He pulled the fabric aside suddenly, and I heard him gasp at the same time I felt the air of the room hit me there, now uncovered and exposed.

  His eyes shot to me again, hot need evident. "You didn't tell me you had nothing on under here. If I had known I probably would have taken you right there in the elevator."

  "Like I could wear anything under this costume." Sarcasm poured out, always my first defense.

  He didn't say anything back, he just slid his free hand up my thigh, his thumb starting to trace a delicate outline over my bared skin as he looked at me. His other hand held the fabric away, watching the pleasure on my face as he teased me. I gasped, knees trying in vain to close as he touched me there. The straps did their job, holding me wide open for his explorations.

  He grinned his devilish grin, and lowered his mouth to my bared sex. I practically jumped out of the straps when his hot mouth slid over me. His hands gripped me tight, holding me still as the straps supported me in mid-air.

  His mouth was heaven, sliding over me. His tongue explored every inch, licking and pressing and sliding inside. My back arched in the swing as waves shot through me, my moans betrayed me, loud encouragement in the empty room. His hands wandered, fingers probing, scratching his nails down my inner thighs. I roiled as best I could, pressing myself into him farther, the hanging torture almost more than I could take.

  I'd completely forgotten about the mirror, Caleb and only Caleb filled my every thought. I came hard and loud, wantonly pressing and rubbing myself against his mouth as best I could, my need no longer quiet and quarantined, tucked away somewhere polite. No, my animal need for him had been unleashed, mindless desire raged through me.

  I called his name, again and again as the waves overtook me. His mouth never left me, riding the jerks and bucks with me as he pulled every last bit of resistance from me with only his tongue and fingers.

  He'd broken me, I heard myself from somewhere far away, chanting naughty, needy things. "Fuck me, Caleb. Oh sweet mercy, fuck me until I beg you to stop."

  Many other mindless needs chanted through me as I begged, begged and pleaded for him to fill me, to take this ride with me.

  I watched, half senseless as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it. His leather pants took a few seconds longer, making me beg as I watched him though all of my rigging as he bared himself to me. He dug the foil wrapped packet our slave had given him out of his pocket and I finally thought to ask what it was.

  "A vibrating cock ring." Was his terse reply as he pulled the last of his clothing off, ripping the foil packet open, and sliding the ring over his erect cock. He didn't turn it on yet, just slid it over himself, lodging it near his base.

  He stepped close to me, aiming himself between my thighs, teasing me with the head of him. He rubbed himself over me, sliding against me, making me throw my head back in mindless need. I struggled against my straps trying to press myself into him, but he held there, just at my opening, as he bent over me, aiming his mouth for mine.

  His kiss was desperate, biting my lower lip as I tried to pull his tongue inside my mouth, to plunder him as I wanted, needed him to plunder me. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, to force him inside, but the straps held me wide. I bucked instead, making the swing rock, doing everything I could to fill myself with him.

  He slowly slid inside, filling me inch by inch as I chanted wanton things against his mouth. He stilled inside me, kissing me hard and filling me full. After a second I rocked against him, begging for him to rock with me. He pulled his mouth from mine, standing straight and starting to move.

  He pulled almost all the way out, and thrust forward again and again, taking me now, hard. All thoughts of kissing and pleasuring me finally ripped from his head as he rutted, pleasing himself. The swing rocked with us, allowing us every angle, every thrust. He reached his hand between us, flicking the ring's button with a quick slide. Vibration came to life instantly. I immediately had the best of both worlds- his hardness filling me and the vibration of the ring right where I needed it most.

  I heard him call out as he felt it too, and his thrusts picked up a sense of urgency. He was finally with me, mindless need taking control. I threw my head back, letting need and lust overtake me, screaming his name as he pushed me over the edge again. Waves of pleasure rocked through me, and I felt myself squeezing him, encouraging him to pour himself into me.

  With a few final, animal thrusts I felt him still, small but hot final jerks finished him off as the vibrations ran through us and the heated jerks of his orgasm filled me with his hot seed. I felt his heat splash deep inside, covering my squeezing, throbbing walls as he emptied himself into me.

  He slid a hand between us, turning off the vibrations. We stayed like that, still and recovering, for a long time.

  Eventually Caleb untied me, releasing me from the swing. He got dressed and I put what was left of my outfit back together, cleaning up some before knocking three times on the door. Our slave led us to the dressing rooms when Caleb asked him to. We cleaned up farther, and left the club, our slave assuring us that they would be in touch with our class date, time and teacher.

  Caleb drove me home as I lay on his truck seat, my head on his lap. I didn't invite him inside, my thoughts torn and troubled enough as they were. Caleb drove away after seeing me silently to my door. One quick, quiet kiss and he left, leaving me watching his brake lights fade away in the distance.

  Chapter 30

  Family Matters

  Caleb and I didn't speak on the phone all week, or text either. I did my best to pretend the whole night with Caleb never happened, because I knew nothing good could come of it. I knew no matter what he said about me being his, my future did not lay that way- with no husband or babies. I still wasn't sure why he was so against all that, the most he had ever said was because cop marriages don't last, and cops die, leaving broken families in their wake.

  He never mentioned his own family, the only thing I knew about them was that he spoke to his parents every Sunday. I realized I didn't even know if he had brothers or sisters, or where his parents even lived.

  I realized all of that, somewhere in the back of my head, as I rode with Roger to meet his family.

  Roger and I had spoken on the phone at some length, and although we really weren't officially back together, I did agree to go with him this weekend. He had called a family meeting for tonight, saying he had an important announcement to make, and since this weekend was Memorial Day weekend, the whole family was already getting together anyway. Roger asked me to come for emotional support, and to figure out if we wanted to keep going into this odd situation as boyfriend and girlfriend, or not.

  The first couple of hours had been a little tense, since we hadn't seen each other since the morning he showed up at my door, telling me about his son, days after I had filled him in on my sex club hunt with Caleb. Yeah, uncomfortable was a good word. We finally fell into a comfortable, friendly groove though, with hours still to kill before we arrived at his sister's house on the southern coast.

  He filled me in on the ins and outs of his rather large and very complicated family.

  "So it is actually y
our sister's house we are headed toward?"

  "Yes, she has the only house that can hold us all. She and her husband work as kind of missionaries, with the church. The church lets them stay on some property set aside for these things, and since they always have a revolving door of kids on mission trips, or church people who need a place to stay, or whatever, it is set up to accommodate a lot of people."

  "Your other siblings and your parents are coming, too?"

  "Yes."

  "Ok, tell me about your parents again, because I'm having problems believing I heard their story correctly."

  "I can't imagine why, it is very simple," he said with a sarcastic laugh, before launching into it for the second time. "Dad lives nearby, which is great since he has cancer. That way my sister can help out, and he can be near the church."

  "Your mom is coming? They are divorced, right? And she is bringing her boyfriend and his kids? And your dad doesn't mind?"

  "No, he doesn't mind. Dad's only wish, especially now, is that mom is happy. I forgot to mention, they actually remarried. For the cancer."

  "I'm sorry?"

  He laughed at my confusion, enjoying it, from the sounds of it.

  "Dad and mom divorced a long time ago. Dad never dated anyone else, but mom did, and it's getting pretty serious. Once dad's cancer took a turn, and no treatment options were left to him, he asked mom to remarry him. For the official stuff, the house, the pension. Dad never took her off of any of that stuff, and they are still good friends. Dad knows his ex-wife won't be allowed to be in the hospital room later, and us kids will be. He didn't want mom standing in the waiting room. So they remarried. It is just easier, since she, and us, are still the beneficiaries."

  "That's kind of cool. So your mom remarried your dad, to help him, and help with the eventual paperwork?"

  "Yes, but her boyfriend has been around for a while. So, we can't leave him out. Especially since the remarriage is just technical."

  "Interesting. So your mom, her husband, who is your dad, her boyfriend and his kids. Got it. Who else?"

  "My siblings, their spouses, and their kids."

  "Wow. How many siblings? Are you the only one not married, then?"

  "Yes, the last holdout. Four siblings- three sisters and a brother."

  "And spouses, and kids. Holy crap. Why did I agree to come again?"

  "Are you kidding? I need the back-up. I have to tell them all that I, the unmarried black sheep, has an out of wedlock child I didn't know about, from a fling with a married woman years ago."

  "And you are telling them on what is technically church property? Ok, pull over. I am so not doing this."

  He laughed and said, "Are you kidding? They will love you. It's me they will draw and quarter. Maybe they won't kill me quite so fast if you are there. You can be my buffer. Maybe they will keep the bloodshed to a minimum if you're there. You should come for the fireworks if nothing else."

  "Yes, cause that kind of family drama sounds like fun!" My sarcasm was dripping.

  "What about you? Surely your family is crazy, too. Most are."

  "Nope, I'm an only child. My dad passed away, so it's just mom, and she lives up north."

  "Wow, you really have no frame of reference for my family, huh?"

  "Oh no. I've been on my own for a long time. No one to face when I fuck up."

  "No one to turn to, either? Sounds lonely."

  I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

  "Do you want kids?" Roger asked a few minutes later.

  "Yes, I do. Of that I am sure. I want it all. I want a husband and at least a couple of little ones. I want a dog and a cat and maybe even a hamster." It came out defiant, defensive. I couldn't help it after Caleb.

  "Me too." Roger said, looking at me sideways as he drove.

  The rest of the drive passed pleasantly, with Roger even sliding his hand over to cover my knee. By the time we arrived at his sister's, we were comfortable with each other again, and holding hands.

  * * * *

  When we got out of the car we were bombarded with family. Most everyone was already there, and helped us cart our little bit of luggage inside. I tried to keep names and faces straight, but I knew it would take quite a while before I knew who was who.

  They treated me like family from the second I stepped out onto the lawn, I got more hugs from his car to my room than I'd ever had in my life. Combined.

  And yes, I said my room. They were very obvious about carrying my stuff and Roger's stuff into separate parts of the house. Roger grinned at me over everyone, smiling and shrugging his shoulders.

  "They are nuts, but they are old fashioned as well."

  "That's fine with me, I'd feel odd sleeping with you on your missionary sister's church-owned property, surrounded by your family anyway."

  They showed me to the room I would be sharing. I had been assigned to room with his mom's boyfriend's two daughters, one was my age, the other was a bit younger. They both seemed nice, and they both seemed to watch me for any reaction I had to bunking with them.

  "Hope you don't mind staying with us, even dad and Betty sleep apart when we come here. Roger's sister is big on no one sleeping together unless they are married."

  I almost didn't ask, but couldn't resist, "So, where does Betty sleep?"

  I was tentative because Roger's mom, Betty, was their dad's girlfriend, but technically married to Roger's dad.

  They giggled, saying "With Kim, one of Roger's sisters. She is married, but her husband is a fireman and is working this weekend, so he's not here."

  I nodded and said, "This all makes sense at some point, I assume?"

  "Some. It's a madhouse every time we come. We still don't get it all, but that's OK. Everyone is friendly, welcoming and a whole lot of fun. We still just go where we are pointed, sit back and watch."

  "Now that sounds like a plan I can handle."

  "So, Roger's big announcement..." The one sister started.

  "Any way we can get a heads up? We never get to know anything first." The other sister finished.

  "Oh no, this one is all him. I'm just here for the fireworks, emotional support, and to keep everyone from killing him. Roger said the odds were better for his survival if there was a new face around."

  "Can you at least hint? Or tell us if we are getting hot or cold? It's all mom has talked about since he said he would be announcing something at dinner, when we are all together." That was the first sister, Crissy, I think. The one who is my age.

  The younger one, Ellen, added, "Just answer one thing- do we get to welcome someone else to this wild and weird family?"

  The fact that they hit it almost on the nose threw me, and it must have showed in my face.

  "That's it, that's it." Ellen jumped up and down, giddy.

  "How did you..? Did he let it slip to his mom? Or one of his sisters?"

  "No, but he was on the phone to his dad a lot this week, according to our dad. So my guess is Roger told his dad, his dad probably told Betty, I swear sometimes it's like they never divorced. And now they are remarried, so weird, but I get it. It's a pretty cool thing to do. Kinda like giving up a kidney. I'm sure if Betty learned something, she told dad, and that must be why I heard dad say to Betty, 'Leave it be, hun. I know it's out of the blue, but he's a grown man...' Or something. I walked into the room and they stopped talking. I knew it had to be big."

  Wow, the younger one, Ellen, could really talk. She took my hands in hers and bounced up and down again, trying to get me to jump with her. I didn't, but I smiled and giggled at her enthusiasm as she did. She let go of my hands and looked to Crissy, chagrined. She shrugged her shoulders to her sister, saying "What?"

  Crissy looked back and forth between us, then shook her head, saying, "You are hopeless. Stop talking her ear off, let's go find a snack. I'm starving, and we have hours until dinner. Then we can show you around. This place is huge, and beautiful."

  She wasn't kidding. The property was on a lake, surrounded by t
rees, hiking trails and docks. Their boat dock was huge. Partially devoted to docking the actual fishing boat, but partially set up as a seating area, with a grill, fire pit and comfy chairs. I was sure lots of visiting and serious discussions got done right here.

  It had a peace about the place. The girls said Roger's sister Leah and her husband counselled a lot of people through the church, and led many youth groups. She said the house was a revolving door of people, but this weekend should be pretty calm and family only because a lot of the church's youth members were away on a mission trip.

  Kids were constantly underfoot, running around us, playing tag as they showed me around. They all seemed to get along well and be comfortable here.

  As we made our way back to the house, we got roped into a game of Farkle on their back patio. Farkle turned out to be a fun dice game a group could play easily. As the dice made the rounds giving everyone a turn, people bantered back and forth, teasing each other. I wasn't exempt.

  I fielded a lot of questions about how Roger and I met, how long we had been dating, and was I already completely overwhelmed by everyone here? I told them the truth, and stuck to the facts, not mentioning that we had broken up officially. I guessed being here now did still put us in the dating category, even if the official girlfriend label had technically been stripped from me when I told Roger about Caleb.

  They asked about my family as well, but that was quickly covered, with a few sad comments about 'wasn't it lonely growing up in such a small family?' I told them that everything was relative. You can't pine for something you never had experienced, but I was enjoying the chaos that was their large family.

  I was past wondering where Roger was, and stuck to the girl's advice- go where you're pointed, sit back and watch. I told them of meeting Roger at the airport, and covered a date or two, keeping everything light and friendly.