Seconds passed in utter silence, and Connie wondered if the Min had left her to rot. She realized, as well, she hadn’t agreed upon a safety word to use, as if Min Mark would understand it anyway. She had to trust him to stop if things got too uncomfortable.
Soon a soft, tickling sensation prickled the backs of her thighs. Unable to see what tool he held, all she could do was control her breathing, waiting for what came next. Remarkably, it helped to assuage her excitement, therefore allowing her to better focus on this new experience.
Min Mark must be using an ostrich feather, she finally decided. She remembered seeing one among the toys. The silky touch caressed her legs and the under-swell of her buttocks before dipping between her thighs to tease her pussy. She thanked genetics for not being ticklish, and eagerly awaited the next course. Footsteps alerted her to Min Mark’s movement, and she tuned into his own deep breathing. She pictured him at the supply rack, studying the line of whips, crops, and other implements to use.
Seconds later, a light sting landed across her left buttock and she yelped. She couldn’t detect what sort of whip Min Mark had used, the snap was too quick for her to distinguish anything. Also, being new to submission, she could only guess what Min Mark was doing, but she knew she enjoyed the sharp touch. It resembled a rough kiss, a love bite that set off sparks along her skin.
Min Mark’s soft but husky Minese patter became an enchanting soundtrack to the activity. Connie pictured the Min’s every step complicated by an ache of want in his large, erect cock, bobbing against his abdomen as he applied his sensuous torture. A crack of the mystery whip landed one bite, then two, three, and four against her ass, never hitting the same spot twice. The sparks spread warmth throughout her lower body, each mark sending a shockwave to connect with the others in an invisible web. Connie ground her pelvis into the table, the coolness of which had been diminished by her increasing body heat. Her clit remained untouched, yet Connie felt a climax impending regardless, a first for her.
She needed to come, and from what little she knew of the scene, she hoped Min Mark would be benevolent enough to let her do so at her own discretion. Of course, if he had commanded her not to do so, she wouldn’t have known. That, likely, would lead to more punishment.
She hoped.
The whipping ceased and the light mosquito kisses were replaced by the cool, broad brush of a fiberglass paddle against her backside. Connie anticipated a swat, and was disappointed when none came. She surmised Min Mark was teasing her.
Connie’s nipples hardened against the table, so much she thought she might penetrate the metal. She recalled seeing the only paddle in the room, three holes in the head to combat wind resistance. It had been hanging on a hook by a suede shoestring looped through the handle.
As a teacher, she had never had to exact such corporal punishment on a student, yet in her most erotic fantasies she desired the table to be turned, with a handsome man like Mark at the helm. Or Aaron … though she doubted her ex would have been interested in anything so kinky.
Don’t do this, girl. Connie expelled all thoughts of Aaron. No way would her ex spoil the delicious mystery of this evening.
The smooth surface of the paddle pulled her tingling skin as it was lifted, and Connie clenched her pussy for the inevitable rough landing. The first spank was a gentle tease, popping against her bottom with barely a dent. Hardly proper punishment for a teacher gone bad, but the ensuing, loving assault proved to increase Connie’s excitement, and desire pooled in her belly with each stroke. She could hear the wind whistle through the paddle’s holes, feel the difference as the spanking intensified. Each slap to her raw buttocks increased the pulse throbbing in her clit.
Connie mashed her lips against the pillow, pushing the air through her nose in short gusts. She was going to come right there, without the benefit of having her clit touched! Who would have thought that possible?
“Fackon nin!” Min Mark cried over her, and the paddling ceased.
“Fackon nin!” Connie shrieked as the orgasm racked her lower body. Her toes curled, her legs trembled, and over and again she screamed the Minese phrase. Perhaps it was one of those phrases that, as with some Hawaiian words, meant different things in different situations. Connie hoped each meaning of the phrase was sexual in nature, that this time it would mean Please fuck me from behind before I go insane.
She shrieked the phrase once again, to be answered by a low buzz. Mins be praised, her tormentor had found the vibrators. A thick one with a soft, rounded head, Connie easily surmised as a light, shaking probe teased her pussy lips. Min Mark ran the vibrator’s knotted tip up and down her soaking folds, then gently pushed into her waiting slit. Connie let out a sigh of relief as her channel filled, then clenched with a gasp when the device sharply turned inside her.
Carefully, with slow, agonizing precision, the vibrator plunged deep and released. In and out, in with a turn to brush a sensitive spot, then out again. Were it possible to become even wetter, Connie speculated she could flood the dungeon if Min Mark continued this decadent torture. Sensational though this was, however, she really wanted his thick cock to relieve the ache, stretch her walls and strike her from every angle until she came.
“Please,” she cried, her voice nearly muted against the pillow.
“Sraa,” came a husky whisper, and the buzzing ceased. Connie’s pussy twitched at the touch of a Min tongue, then relaxed as Min Mark lapped up her juices with audible satisfaction that warmed her heart. His legs pressed against the insides of her thighs; he was on the table with her, and she hoped it could support their combined weight.
When her ass cheeks were parted, her anus puckered at the sudden exposure to the air, but none so much as when Min Mark’s tongue found the target. Whoa! The forbidden kiss pulsed up Connie’s spine and tweaked every erogenous point in her body. Never before had she been kissed there, nor had she ever considered asking for it. Seeing her Min friends engage in such a nether kiss onscreen had curled her stomach, but knowing now how good it felt … oh, what had she missed?
“Sraa,” he said again, testing her cunt with his cock. Given her prone position, Connie doubted the Min would be able to thrust wholly into her and be comfortable. Min Mark appeared to realize that, too. Suddenly her bonds were loosed, and a still blindfolded Connie was quickly guided onto her back. She grimaced when her throbbing ass scraped against the metal top, but any further thoughts of irritation dissolved the second Min Mark drove his hard shaft into her slick, waiting core.
Connie arched her back at contact, reaching instinctively for her breasts. She couldn’t see the look on her lover’s face, but hoped the show she put on of kneading and pinching her aching nipples was pleasing to him. Playing the role of bad girl had been incredible, and she wanted to milk the part for all it was worth—just as her tightening pussy milked his cock.
Soon, she knew, the fun would end. She tried not to let that thought darken this moment, and instead groped for the strong arms bracing Min Mark against the table. Her fingers slid over tightly corded muscles, dipped into dimples at the shoulders, and smoothed over a wide expanse of chest. The groan that ensued as she blindly played with the Min’s nipples encouraged her all the more, and she set to memorizing every ridge and plane on this gorgeous body. Amazing how the blindfold enhanced the experience for her. Each thrust into her pussy felt magnified, each stroke brought her closer to another orgasm.
Lack of sight heightened her awareness of Min Mark’s pleasure as well. She felt his every touch, every move, and when he buried himself balls deep into her, Connie knew his orgasm was imminent. His cock was curved just enough to hit her G spot with every upward thrust, sending her over the edge into ecstasy. Min Mark grunted his release at the same moment, pushing one last time into her pussy before collapsing atop her.
Warm, quick kisses dotted her exposed cheeks and chin before roughly claiming her mouth. Connie parted her lips to welcome her own taste mingled with his, and draped her arms lazily around Min Mark�
��s neck. The blindfold, she didn’t think to remove, it had become too much a part of this experience to relinquish. Yes, she was enjoying the kinkier side of sex.
Now, though, she would enjoy a well-deserved rest before whatever force carried her home. Having Min Mark snuggle against her side, as he did now, was a plus. His body warmed her from the coolness of the room, as she was too tired to suggest moving to Min Connie’s bedroom. Her cheek against his heaving chest, Connie slipped gladly into sleep.
The next morning, Connie awoke to the feather soft caress of her bedsheets, and sighed. Not exactly the first sensation she wanted to experience, her face fell at the prospect of having to do without another round of play in the dungeon, if not with Min Mark then at least some solo work with the vibrator collection. Instead she had about a hundred and fifty bored faces to look forward to seeing, none of them of age. Joy.
Connie rolled over to get ready for the day, but smacked hard into a wall of bare flesh.
Whoa!
She sat up abruptly to get her bearings. A quick look around the room confirmed that She had returned to the real world—no Minese belongings to be seen. She was home, but not alone.
She looked at the figure reclining with his back to her, then peered closer to discover Mark—not the Min, the real deal—snuffling into her spare pillow, wearing nothing but the top sheet and a smile.
Chapter Eleven
It took a few seconds for Connie to realize that she, too, was naked. With a trembling hand, she clutched the thin bedsheet to her pounding chest and scooted to the edge of the mattress. She never slept in the nude, ever. Even on nights when she and Aaron had made love, she managed enough strength to throw on a gown before losing consciousness.
Connie snorted. Right. Like Aaron had given her enough of a workout to make her so limp.
Pushing back the useless memories, Connie searched the carpet near her for something to wear and found nothing. She wanted to move, but was afraid to wake Mark. How did he get into her bed last night, anyway? How long had he been there? What had they done, and how many times?
Moreover, why couldn’t she remember it?
Was I here at all?
Waking up in a computer simulation next to a hunky Min was one thing. This—in real life—scared her. Mark wouldn’t know any different and, assuming he had a good time, wouldn’t leave her alone now. Whether or not Connie minded the prospect of that possibility still remained to be seen.
She tightened the sheet under her arms and bit her lip, frustrated. Her luck, the second she slipped to the closet to dress, the guy would roll over with a grand, alert smile. No, she thought, hovering on the edge of the bed, if Mark hadn’t seen her naked yet, he certainly wasn’t going to in the light.
Outside her door, shuffling slippers and the clattering of breakfast plates indicated that Darla was up and getting ready for the work day. A muted humming intimated that Darla was in a good mood, a rarity on a school morning. No doubt courtesy of Roy.
Steeling herself against the headboard, Connie leaned as far forward as possible and hissed for Darla’s attention. A quick glance to the other side of bed revealed Mark couldn’t be bothered, much to Connie’s relief. A firm tug at the sheets, too, pulled them away from Mark’s body and revealed more bare skin—taut thighs, a cute butt and rippling back muscles that shifted in a sudden bout of restless sleep. A hand curled around Mark’s waist grasped for cover, calming somewhat as it touched down on fabric. Connie held her breath until Mark settled, and tried to reach Darla again.
“Pssst, Darla!” she whispered sharply at the next close footfall. “Get in here.”
“What the…?” But Darla’s shock upon poking her head into Connie’s room turned quickly to amusement upon seeing it was Mark’s form reclining in bed. The door opened wider, allowing Darla to lean against the jamb in her bathrobe. “Well,” she said, “dare I assume our new neighbor borrowed so much shoogah that he’s in a diabetic coma?”
“I don’t know how he got here,” Connie retorted, her words rapid fire. “How do I get him out?”
“I can think of a few ways.”
“I don’t want him to know I slept here, too.”
“Bit late for that, don’t you think?” Darla snorted.
“I’m serious, Dar.” Connie shook her head. “I didn’t invite him, and I didn’t do anything with him, nothing I can remember anyway. Last thing I remember, I was playing DoMINion…”
At this Darla threw up her hands. “Oh, God. Don’t say anything about pairing up your little people onscreen.”
“Well…” Technically it was true, but she couldn’t help feeling deceived by the game. This wasn’t supposed to happen in real life. She didn’t wake up next to Aaron that first time…
…or did she, or rather did Min Connie? Connie froze, deep in thought. Had that been the reason for Aaron’s impromptu visit to her school? But how had her Min double managed to get Aaron to the apartment so late at night—by babbling that damn language over the phone and prompting him to come check on her?
How did Min Connie even know what number to call?
Ugh! Too many details to consider. Connie thought her brain might burst from the endless questions. Only Darla’s sharp voice brought her to the present, jumpstarting her nerves as her roommate gestured wildly.
“I’m getting dressed. I don’t need this before work. If I didn’t think I’d pull a muscle, I’d toss that damn computer out the window. It’s doing more than frying your brain.” Darla pushed away from the door. “I leave in twenty, with or without you. And I hope he won’t be here when I go.”
“Great.” Without her own car, she had no choice but to ride with Darla, and her friend would leave her behind, too. That Darla was still speaking to her was amazing, and no doubt she really did believe that Connie had brought this dilemma on herself.
Indirectly, perhaps, but she had to have been inside DoMINion when Mark got into her bed. As for who invited him in, Connie saw only one option for confirming her theory.
Cringing, she poked Mark’s shoulder. He budged only slightly, enough to swat away the offending finger and drift back to sleep. The second contact, an open-palmed slap to the buttocks, yielded better results, and Mark flopped over to his other side. Connie was granted a front row view of his large, limp cock rolling back against the juncture between his thighs. Holy cow! He looked even bigger than his Min counterpart, and no doubt felt better. What had she missed?
Lazily two eyes popped open, and Mark offered her a sideways smile half-obscured by his pillow. “Mornin’, sexy,” he drawled, and reached for her waist.
“Not so fast.” She glanced off the overture, much to Mark’s disappointment. And much to her surprise, the move did nothing but encourage the man. She watched as his cock twitched and began to thicken, untouched.
Mark eyed the activity below the belt and winked back at her. “Here’s your wakeup call.”
She tried not to laugh, and had to wonder how long ago she had missed the true call, the consequences of playing God. “Unlike you, I have a job to go to.” Connie slipped out of bed, dragging the sheet with her. Whether the move was a mistake or not, she couldn’t decide. For one, she was well-covered and he was not, but on the other hand, he was not! Concentration surrendered to lust as she could do nothing but stare at Mark’s gorgeous, prone body.
Mark rolled onto his back and propped his hands behind his head. His erection shifted with the movement, and appeared larger and thicker. “Oh, what’s a quickie before work? I’m in, I’m out, and everybody’s happy.”
Connie’s hand stilled, reaching for the closet door. Lord, tell me this isn’t his idea of flattery, or foreplay. Just as well a lesser being was here in her stead last night; Mark wouldn’t have gotten past the front door with that lame attempt at romantic patter. Min Mark, for all his foreign slurs, had been more eloquent.
“And why so shy all of a sudden?” He crooked his neck. “Lemme get a good look at you.”
“Haven’t yo
u seen enough?”
“Refresh my memory.” Mark’s smoldering gaze could have burned a hole through the sheet if properly applied. Connie chose to be glad she wasn’t back in the video game, else Mark might have evolved to enjoy laser vision.
She should have been glad for the attention, right? Considering what she let Mark’s double do to her, how he fucked her senseless, she should have wanted to leap back into bed to see how far the apple fell from the erection.
Her thighs rubbed together, lubricated by the increased dampness seeping from her pussy. Now, with the perfect opportunity before her, she had to play demure. She was so screwed up, DoMINion really had messed with her head.
Or maybe she had always been this ditzy, she realized. No wonder Aaron had an affair. Suzy probably looked like a Rhodes Scholar to him.
Connie had the edges of the sheet pinched behind her back. She managed to rummage through her lingerie drawer for panties and a bra, using the sheet as a full-body cover while she dressed. “Well, I think you’ve seen enough,” she said, firm. “In fact, I want to know exactly what you saw last night, because I don’t think it was me. The real me, anyway.”
She pulled the sheet from her head and waddled to the closet for slacks and blouse. How to explain that the guy might have had sex with a computer-generated being? It would make sense if he were computer-generated, as she suspected, but her mind was so addled now she didn’t know which was way up, or what was real. Only Go! She knew what that meant.
Her chin pressing the sheet to her chest, Connie struggled to put on her pants so Mark would see as little skin as possible. “What happened last night?” she demanded. She knew her voice sounded ridiculous from the awkward position, but she didn’t care. Thankfully, Mark kept his amused expressions staid.
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