by Ellis O Day
“Don’t make a sound.” A moment later, his hot mouth was on her, his tongue pushing the ice against her swollen flesh.
She couldn’t help it. She screamed. He pulled his face way from her pussy and she whimpered at the loss.
“Do I have to gag you?”
“No! No, Master.” The blindfold was a turn on but she had no desire for one of those ball gags. The only thing she wanted in her mouth was his dick or his tongue.
“Don’t make a sound. Nothing. Do you understand?”
She started to speak but stopped and nodded her head.
“Good.” He slapped her thigh, hard.
She clamped her teeth together to keep from moaning.
“That’s my girl.”
The ice clinked in his glass and his tongue trailed up her slit, rough and strong. She bit her lip as he circled her clit. He moved away and she wanted to beg but his mouth came down on her, sucking as he rubbed a piece of ice over her pussy lips and clit. She gasped, but managed to silence her moan although her body trembled and she thrust toward him. He grabbed her hips, holding her still as his tongue danced around her labia and then flicked her clit. This time, she couldn’t contain the moan. He shook his head, giving her one last, long lick before standing. “I expected more from you.”
She was panting. She needed him to finish her off. “Please Master.”
He grabbed her face and kissed her. She tasted her own musk on his face and tongue. He was right. His face was full of her juices and it wasn’t humiliating at all. It was turning her on. He was hers. The most intimate part of her was marking his handsome face.
He stepped away, his footsteps moving toward the couch. She strained and picked up the sound of him sitting and then drinking. She trembled, wanting to call him back to her but afraid he’d either refuse or gag her.
He stood and moved toward her but hesitated a few feet from her. There was the soft whisper of cloth against skin before he approached. Her heart raced, waiting for his touch. She could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body but he didn’t touch her. Her nerves were on fire, wanting him to stop this torture and then his hand brushed over her hip and there was the click of the door. She started moving forward. He’d opened the door!
“N…Master, where are you going?”
“That’s not your place to ask.” He slapped her thigh with something and it stung, but it wasn’t his hand. A whip of some sort, long and thin. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s better.” His hand caressed her breast and trailed down her stomach. “Now, be a good girl while I’m gone.” His fingers dipped inside her and there was something else—hard and circular. “Don’t let the egg drop.” His lips brushed against her ear. “You’re so tight, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
She clenched her inner muscles, clamping down on the object as he moved his hand and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He’d be back in a minute. He had to be. This was only part of the game.
CHAPTER 2: SARAH
Sarah strained to hear any sound but there was nothing. The minutes ticked by. Blind and strung up, a few moments felt like hours. Nick wouldn’t leave her like this. He wouldn’t. But if something happened to him, she’d be stuck here, naked and bound. The maids would find her in the morning but what if he put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door? She could scream but oh God, she didn’t want to be discovered like this. Her heart raced and her face heated. She should’ve never let him do this to her. Yes, it’d been hot and if she were honest, it still was but if he didn’t come back…
Suddenly, there was a jolt from the device she clutched inside of her. It sent a wave of shock and pleasure, deep, penetrating pleasure through her. She tightened her grip, trying to squeeze her legs shut to apply more pressure but she couldn’t move. The vibrations stopped and she waited, in darkness anticipating the pleasure and then it went off again. One tiny jolt that she felt to her toes. Her nipples tightened again and she clasped down hard with her inner muscles, hoping that’d trigger the vibrator to send its jolt again but there was nothing.
Her mind danced between worrying about being left there and waiting for the vibrator to start again. The jolt happened again but this time it wasn’t only one, quick vibration. The little toy hummed, sending wave after wave of sensation through her. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move. She moaned and the door opened, swinging her forward and someone came inside and closed the door. She prayed it was Nick.
“Do you like that?” Nick’s voice whispered in her ear as his fingers pinched her nipples. “I thought you would.”
“Yes, please.”
“Please what?” He pinched her nipple again and her gasp turned into a moan as the vibrations inside her increased tempo.
“Please, Master.”
“Are you ready to come?” His hand cupped her mound, his fingers dipping inside her. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Yes, I need to come. Please.”
“No.” He removed his hand and turned off the vibrator. He pulled off her mask and went to the couch and sat. His dick was hard again by the bulge in his pants.
“Please, Master. I’ll be good. I won’t run away. I swear.” If she didn’t come soon, she’d die. It was that simple.
His dark eyes raked over her. “I think you’ve experience a little of the frustration I felt when you weren’t here. Hot, horny and alone isn’t any fun. Is it?”
“No.” She wasn’t sure he was still talking about this fantasy.
“What do you do when you’re alone? Do you find another lover?”
“No.” She was pretty sure this wasn’t about the game.
He walked over to her, his chest pressing her back against the door. “Then what do you do?” He rubbed his cock against her pussy. “When you’re ready to come?” He touched her lips, stopping her from answering. “I want the truth, Sarah.”
“I take care of it myself.” Embarrassment flooded her face and chest.
“Vibrator, dildo, fingers or something else.” His black eyes sparkled with heat.
She locked eyes with his. She had no reason to be embarrassed about this. “All of the above.”
He strode over to the bar. Poured her a drink of Crown Royale and brought it back to her. “Drink up.”
She gulped the alcohol until he moved it from her lips. He went back to the bar, poured himself a drink and began digging around in a case that he must’ve put there when she was blindfolded. He placed his drink on the coffee table and came back to her.
He unlatched her right hand. “Show me.” He held out a vibrator and a dildo.
The breath froze in her chest as she stared at his offerings. Her eyes shot to his. He wasn’t kidding.
“Choose or I choose for you.”
She took the vibrator and he grabbed a chair, moving it a few feet from her.
“Anytime.” He snatched his glass from the table and relaxed against the seat, taking a sip of his drink, his dark eyes never leaving her.
There was a warning in his tone. If she didn’t obey, he’d punish her again and she really needed release. She pressed a button and the vibrator hummed to life. The sound making her juices start to flow again and her nipples tighten. She’d get to come and it’d be quick.
“Look at me,” his voice was thick with desire.
She raised her gaze to his. He unzipped his pants, his dick already standing at attention.
“I’m waiting.” His hand was hovering over his cock.
She lowered the vibrator to her pussy and gasped at the initial feel – so good. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me, Sarah!”
She opened her eyes and he was stroking himself in long, strong strokes. She rubbed the vibrator up and down one side, searching for the spot that she liked although different days made for different motions and places. She moaned as she hit a very sensitive place and circled her clit.
“That’s it.” He stroked faster.
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bsp; She kept rubbing the vibrator along her wet pussy, as she watched his dick lengthen and his face harden with passion. They were both close and then he stood, striding over to her and taking the vibrator from her hands.
“I’m going to finish you off.” He rubbed it along her clit as his mouth came down hard on her breast, sucking and nipping and then his fingers were inside her as the vibrator worked her clit.
Her muscles clenched around his fingers and she screamed. “Oh…oh Nick. Yes.”
He kept thrusting his fingers inside her and rubbing the vibrator along her cunt, prolonging her orgasm. She collapsed, held up only by the restraints. She didn’t have a working muscle or bone in her body. They’d all liquefied and flowed out her pussy and down her legs.
“Again,” he said, as he pushed his cock into her.
She gasped as he rotated his hips and thrust, finding her g-spot.
“Nick. I can’t. Please.” Her free hand tangled in his hair, finally able to touch him.
“You can and you will.”
“Please. I can’t.” She’d never survive another orgasm. “Not yet.”
“Use the safeword if you need it.” When she didn’t say anything, he grabbed her hand and re-cuffed her as he kissed her, his tongue matching the pumping of the lower part of his body and soon she was kissing him back, her hips working with his rhythm.
“Please, I want to touch you.”
“No.” He nipped her neck. “Master.”
“Please, Master.”
“No.” He moved his mouth to her breast and his hand to her pussy, searching until he found her hard little nub. He flicked it in time with his thrusts and she closed her eyes, riding the wave of passion he created inside her. But soon, her body tensed and tightened.
“Harder, Master. Harder.”
He increased his tempo, slamming her against the door and she broke apart—shattered, the inner muscles grasping him and he moaned against her neck and shuddered his release.
After several moments he bent, unhooking her ankles. Her knees buckled and he used his body to hold her up. He unlatched her hands and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her under the covers and crawled in next to her, pulling her close.
He kissed the top of her head. “You okay.”
“Better than okay.” She smiled against his chest.
His hand trailed up and down her back. “I have to ask. How did you ever come up with cat litter as your safeword? I about burst out laughing when I saw it last week.”
“I wanted something I could use every time and I wanted something that I didn’t think we’d use in any of our fantasies.”
“And cat litter was all you could come up with?” His tone was amused.
“Exactly. I thought flower but…” her face heated a bit. “A woman’s…vagina is sometime referred to as her flower. Then I thought of different fruit but what if you decide to feed me during one of the games.”
“Very thorough and you’re right. I don’t think I have any sexual scenarios where I’d say or use cat litter.”
CHAPTER 3: SARAH
Sarah shifted out from under Nick’s arm and crawled out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he mumbled.
“I have to leave.” She didn’t want to. He was all rumpled, his cheeks bristly. She wanted to crawl back into that bed and never leave.
He rolled over, the covers tenting over his arousal. “Stay. Just for a bit.” He patted the bed. “Please.”
It was getting harder and harder for her to deny him anything. “You have to make it fast.”
“I can do that.” He grinned as he lifted the covers.
She crawled back into the bed, sinking into the mattress and against his body.
His mouth came down on hers, his lips soft and coaxing as he leaned over her. Her hands trailed up his back as her leg skimmed across his, opening so he could move into position.
“You’re wet already,” he said against her ear.
“Always for you.” It was true. The thought of him made her body soften, waiting for him to be inside her.
He leaned up, staring at her and there was something besides desire in his eyes. It made her nervous.
“Say that again.” He clasped her head between his hands.
“I’m always wet for you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His mouth came down on hers, his tongue thrusting inside as he shifted so he was between her thighs. His dick pressed against her thigh and she opened wider for him. “I need you now.”
“Yes.” She needed him now too.
“Only you and me. Nothing else. Nothing between us.” He whispered in her ear. His fingers stroking her. “Say, it Sarah.”
“Yes, Nick. Only you and me.” She had no idea why he needed her to say that, but right now she didn’t care.
He thrust inside her and she gasped, he was so hot and slick. Her hands wrapped around his neck as her hips rocked with his rhythm. This felt so good, so right and then she froze.
“Condom. You didn’t put on a condom.”
He thrust again. “You feel so good, baby. Just me and you.”
“Nick. You need to put on a condom.” She grabbed his hair and yanked.
“Please.” He kissed her ear. “You feel so good like this. You agreed.”
“I didn’t agree. I didn’t know what you were talking about.” She shoved his chest as she tried to squirm away.
“No, baby. Please don’t make me stop.” He kissed her neck as he kept fucking her. “You don’t know how good you feel.”
“Stop! Stop, now.” She thrashed under him, but he was too big. She couldn’t get away. Tears rolled down her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening.
He pulled out of her and rolled away. “Damnit, Sarah. You said okay.” He sat up, furious.
She climbed out of bed, yanking the sheet with her and covering herself. “I didn’t know what you meant. I’d never agree to that. Never.”
“What’s the big, fucking deal. One time. You said we could talk about it and you agreed. Only you and me, nothing between us. What did you think I was talking about?”
“What’s the big deal?” Her heart slammed against her chest. He didn’t understand. He was a man, how could he?
“Yeah. I haven’t had anyone, anyone since you. I’m clean and you’re on birth control so what’s the big, fucking deal.”
A muscle twitched in his cheek, he was furious but so was she. Furious and scared. Petrified.
“You…you want to know what the big deal is?” Her words poured from her. Words that she’d never meant to say, ever, to anyone. “A baby. That’s what. We’ll do this and I’ll get pregnant and you’ll leave me for Lisa and…and I’ll be alone and terrified and then you’ll die and…” She gasped for breath. She’d said too much. He was staring at her, confused and with pity. Oh, she couldn’t take the pity.
She ran toward the other room and the door. All she needed was her purse. She’d flee in the sheet. She didn’t care. Nothing was as important as getting out of there.
“Sarah, wait!”
She’d made it halfway through the living room before Nick’s arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her off her feet.
“Let me go.” She kicked at him and elbowed him in the gut but he only grunted and tightened his hold.
“Calm down.”
“Cat litter. Cat litter. Let me go.”
He sat on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and holding her close. “That only works when we’re playing and we’re definitely not playing.”
“Please. Let me go.” In a minute, she was going to breakdown and she needed to be alone when that happened.
“No. Never.” He kissed the top of her head and she burst into tears.
She buried her face against his chest and cried. She cried for Adam and their baby and the life none of them would ever have. It was several minutes later when she realized Nick was saying soothing words, calling her baby and love, but he didn’t mean it. He was just a good guy.
She shifted away from him and dried her eyes on the sheet.
“Better.” He ducked his head so he could see her face.
She nodded. “I do have to go.”
“Not until you tell me what happened.” His arm tightened around her, pulling her close to him again.
“No. It’s person—”
“Enough.” He swatted her bottom but not hard. “We’ve long since passed Ethan’s rules.”
She did kind of owe him an explanation. She’d had a breakdown while they were having sex. Plus, she’d already said most of it.
“I’ll ask you questions if that makes it easier.” He brushed the hair away from her face. “Who’s Lisa?”
“She’s the other girl. The one Adam fell in love with. Remember?” She inhaled deeply. That wasn’t so hard.
“Adam was a fool.” He kissed her head again and she smiled and kissed his chest.
“Was Adam the father?”
She nodded, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn’t want to talk about the baby.
“What happened to him?”
“He died.” Tears trickled down her cheeks. “He was in the service. He…got caught in gunfire.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.” His arms tightened around her. “I mean, I hate the son-of-a-bitch, but I’m sorry he’s dead.”
“He was a good guy.”
“He abandoned you when you were pregnant.”
“No.” She sat up so she could see him. His mouth was drawn in a tight line. “I never told him.”
“What? Why?”
“I…I was going to. He called and I was so excited.” She trembled, remembering that day. It was the third worst in her life. “I couldn’t wait to tell him about the baby but he wanted to talk first. He said he was in love with Lisa and they were getting married.” She took a deep breath. “I was such a fool. They’d broken up a week or so after the party and we’d gotten back together before he deployed again. I thought he loved me.”