The Matchup

by Alice Ward

  I wondered if I should get help to stop them from putting each other in the hospital.

  “That’s enough!” was shouted from the direction of the house. It was Harvey, who had pulled up a window and was leaning out. “This challenge is canceled due to unsportsmanlike behavior.”

  Lucas and Mason tottered to their feet, looking up at the uncle they shared. Mason’s nose trickled blood, and Lucas was showing the signs of an excellent shiner. They straightened their clothes, glared at each other, then with nearly matching furious expressions, headed for separate entrances to the chalet.

  Isabella let out a whistle beside me. “Thought they were gonna throw each other off the mountain.”

  I nodded, watching Lucas slam into the house. “Do you know why they’re so angry at each other?”

  She shrugged. “Mason’s mentioned how Lucas has disliked him since childhood. I’m not sure why.”

  Isabella and I were disheveled and damp. By the time we’d practically crawled back inside, we were weary and in desperate need of nutrition.

  “Well, look what the Yeti dragged in,” Harv said, meeting us at the door. “There’s lunch in the dining room. Please leave your wet snow gear here. I hope you enjoyed your abbreviated playtime up until the clash.”

  I couldn’t really manage words at that moment so I just flashed him an unsure smile.

  Harvey nodded at Mason, his face a mask of displeasure. “I’ll meet you in the dining room in a few minutes.”

  I wasn’t terribly happy with Lucas at the moment and wondered if the challenge would stand since neither snowman or snowwoman was finished.

  “You built a nice snowman,” I said, reaching my hand out to Isabella for a shake.

  “I’d like to finish mine, contest or no contest. Haven’t built a snowman since I was a kid. We should try again in a couple of days. If they don’t kill each other before then.”

  I laughed. She was fun, and I wished we could get to know each other in real life. But after the month was over, I’d be going back to New York alone to start my business and find a new place. Alone suddenly didn’t seem quite so alluring.

  I pasted on a false cheeriness as we walked into the dining room, Lucas coming in last.

  Harvey cleared his throat and gave both of his nephews hard looks as Lucy stood by his side. “I won’t be counting challenge number seven in the competition. As of now, it is null and void. However, I would caution you that such displays of aggression only complicate an already intricate and delicate situation.” He went on to ask Lucas and Mason to voice their conflict rather than duke it out, but his talk didn’t lessen the tension in the room.

  Lucas and I made an incredible team, and I hoped he’d see his way to doing as his uncle suggested.

  After Harv was done speaking, Lucy made her announcement. “Well, I have to say, last night was quite a pleasurable night for both teams.”

  Breathe through it, Ava, they don’t record in the bedroom.

  “I’m glad to know both couples are trying new things. Tonight might prove to be a little more trying.” She laughed to herself, making a face like she couldn’t wait for us to find out what had her so churned up. It had me squirming in my seat. “Since your next challenge doesn’t begin until nine o’clock this evening, I’m happy to announce you’ll have a day of rest. You can take a nap, read a book, go for a walk. We have a full spa and massage services available, the bar is open, and you can request any movie you fancy to watch in the theater. Just let your guide know what you want to do with your day. The only rule is, no sex, no foreplay or anything that would be construed as foreplay or sexual engagement. Not until nine o’clock this evening. Please, enjoy a fuck free afternoon.” She said this with a pleasant smile, and both Lucas and Mason shook their heads, their flushed and abraded faces turning a brighter color.

  She was a weird and a little intimidating old lady, and I had to wonder if she and Harv had a thing going.

  A nap sounded great, but there was so much to explore here, I didn’t want to miss it, even though I was exhausted.

  “What do you say we get massages, some drinks at the bar, then watch a movie?” Lucas suggested in a commanding tone that sounded more like an order.

  I cocked my eyebrow at him. “That sounds great, let’s do it.” I felt like being really accommodating since he’d given his all last night, and I didn’t know what was in store for tonight. Plus, I figured bringing up what just happened would only make the tension hanging in the air worse.

  After a couple of frosted martinis, a massage and a light dinner, we watched the latest blockbuster hit in a mini movie theater.

  After, I was content and ready for whatever was coming.

  When we got back to our suite, as soon as we entered, there was the ominous red and white box. I couldn’t face it.

  “You open it,” I said to Lucas, locking my knees so I wouldn’t stagger.

  He must’ve felt the same because he was in no hurry to open the box either. Rather, he approached it with so much care, you’d think it was carrying the plague virus inside.

  He then read the card aloud.

  Good Evening, Lucas and Ava

  CHALLENGE #9

  Explore and More

  You have all you need for a night of exploration and exotic play. We’ve provided toys and tools to make your night more pleasurable.

  One or both of you will be enjoying some anal fun.

  My eyes went wide, and there was a rush of blood to my head, hitting me so hard I nearly passed out.

  Lucas looked at me, a dark glint in his eyes, and said in a soothing voice, “It’ll be okay, I promise. I’ve anally pleasured women many times, you’ll love it.”

  I met his gaze and snapped, “Correction… you’ll love it.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Lucas

  The look on Ava’s face would’ve been comical if I didn’t know how real the fear behind her eyes was. In the last few days, we’d grown closer. Our trust was building, and yet, I knew this could set us back. But it shouldn’t. We could have a lot of fun tonight.

  The thought of my cock buried in her ass nearly sent me over the edge.

  I’d learned a few things from her about relaxing and facing things I feared with awareness and deep breathing. I had the idea that I’d mimic what I learned during my lingam massage and guide her with those techniques. Technically, we weren’t allowed any foreplay for another hour, yet how could shaving be considered foreplay?

  I guessed I’d find out.

  “Why don’t we shower together? This way, we can be ready faster, and the visual stimulation would be quite nice.” I kept a bright smile on my face, making sure she didn’t guess I had ulterior motives.

  “You think that’s allowed?” she asked, looking hopeful.

  “I don’t know, let me find out.” I’d never actually taken advantage of the guides, so now was as good a time as any. I went back downstairs and found one.

  “No touching genitals,” the guide said when I asked, replying as if I’d asked if they stored coffee in the kitchen.

  “Just what I wanted to know, thank you.”

  I eyed Ava with excitement that was perhaps a bit predatory when I returned.

  “What?” She shifted nervously.

  “Come with me,” I commanded. We were on my time now.

  I led her into the bathroom, where I carefully peeled away the top layer of her clothing.

  “I can undress myself,” she lightly protested.

  “I’d like to pamper you a bit, after the patience you showed me last night. Let me undress you,” I said in a rich, authoritative tone and continued until she was standing bare before me.

  .

  She took a shaky breath, her cheeks flushing a sweet pink color, reluctant to let me take the lead. I was going to show her, though, that letting go was just as pleasurable as holding on for dear life.

  As soon as she was naked, I undressed. She made a motion to assist, but I gave her a reproach
ful eye and she backed away without words. Maybe she could become a successful sub — only time would tell.

  I turned on the shower and left the water to warm up while I grabbed shaving supplies. Again her eyes widened as she watched me taking razors and shaving foam from the medicine cabinet.

  “Oh hell no.” She shook her head ferociously.

  “Why not?” I stood naked before her, my cock swelling slightly with her pussy in such close proximity. “It’s terribly exciting to have someone shave you.” I stepped closer to her. “Get in the shower, and I’ll show you.” She didn’t budge. “You would’ve been disappointed if I didn’t do as you asked last night, and I would’ve missed an incredible experience because I was being stubborn. I advise you to not make that mistake.” I knew there was menace in my tone, but she had to eventually learn that I held the power.

  She gave me a flirtatious, naughty look. “Oh, so domineering. It’s clear you were an only child, and you never let anyone else play with your toys.” She hopped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down her hair and on to her back. She looked so fucking sexy, displaying her perfect body.

  I stepped in behind her, picked up a bath sponge, and poured a liberal amount of soap on it that filled the air with the scent of lavender. Starting at her shoulder and moving down her arm, I gently washed that gorgeous body, making sure to steer clear of the erogenous zones. When I got to her leg, she’d relaxed enough that she let me carefully shave her calf, running the head of the razor across the back of her knee, up her thigh. Then slowly beginning near her ankle again, up her calf, over her knee, gliding gently until I reached where her hip began. I repeated my motions for the other leg. By this time, her breathing had changed to a slow, rhythmic tempo.

  To throw in a little fun between us, I moved up to her arm, lifted it and brought the razor close to her skin as if I were about to shave under her armpit. I grinned and began to tickle her instead.

  She jumped back, squealing, my finger caught between her arm and her side. “No, no, please, I’m…” She buckled over with laughter, holding her arm close to her body, trying to flinch away.

  “Ticklish?” I asked with a sinister joy. “Oh, I’ll remember that.” I leered as I lifted her back into a standing position. “But I won’t use it while I have a razor in my hand. That might not be the safest move.”

  She exhaled deeply. “Thank you.” However, her breathing stopped again when I slid down and faced her pubic area. “Oh, come on…” she protested, her voice exasperated with a hint of need. “You can’t touch there anyway.”

  “I’d like to see you bare. I love the feel of a soft, hairless pussy.” The guide had said no touching, so I turned the razor around, and let it slowly slip between her folds and down her center, while the shower pelted us with warm water. I made sure to stop before I hit the off-limits mark.

  She threw her head back in surrender, probably knowing if she fought me, I’d win anyway. I liked smooth, soft skin — it was a fetish of mine. I didn’t want to go too far with Ava, so I left a tuft of hair — a well-manicured patch was sexy. Other than that, I shaved her almost completely naked. The feeling of soft, bare skin made sensations so much more… acute. She’d learn this soon enough.

  When I was done, I stood back and just looked at her. She was beautiful, standing there so vulnerable to me, a backdrop of steam rising behind her. In fact, the sight of her had my cock standing at attention and ready for this evening.

  I took the showerhead down from the wall and rinsed her, making sure she was completely clean. Then, since I wasn’t allowed to touch her, I thought I’d try something fun.

  “Spread your legs,” I demanded in a firm voice.

  I watched her expression change as she weighed her options, grappling with the idea of obedience and defiance. It would have been interesting if she’d chosen to defy me, but she knew what was coming was likely pleasurable. I smiled when she mentally tucked her defiance card away for later.

  “Good girl,” I praised as she opened for me, and I angled the showerhead between her legs, changing the massage setting to a hard, pulsing stream. She gasped and collapsed against the tiled wall as I ran the water jet slowly over her pussy, back and forth, covering every inch with warm, pulsating water. I watched her face and knew when I’d found her clit. Her pupils widened, her breathing changed to pants. “Don’t move. I’m going to hold this here, right over your sweet little nub until you come.”

  Her legs tried to give, and I supported her waist, pressing my erection to the side under her ribcage. I lowered the showerhead in closer, until the water was a relentless throb. She cried out, writhing, then threw her head back and moaned. I then turned the jet to a single hard stream focused only on her clit, which had her keening as she braced against the wall. I could tell by her cries that she was about to come, so I moved the stream to her little pink asshole and shot it as close as I could to the center. Her head rolled as the sensations electrified her.

  We still had fifteen minutes before I could touch her by the clock on the small corner table, so I flicked the warm water back and forth from her clit to her pucker and brought her orgasm slowly closer. But never letting it take her.

  “Please, Lucas.” Her voice was urgent and pained.

  I stroked her hair. “Just a few minutes longer. Let’s get you ready.” I turned off the water and helped her step out of the shower. I dried us both and used the coconut oil from the night before to give her a light massage. I wanted her to hold on to the high I’d brought her to.

  When we were done, we looked at the clock with high expectations. I’d gotten her in the frame of mind for this, and I was so excited my dick was actually pulsing up and down. It was eight fifty-eight… we were almost there.

  I fucking loved anal sex. It was an exciting way to pleasure a woman, especially because the backside had a dark mystery to it. Since I was of a rather large size, my cock created the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. The ass was forbidden fruit, my favorite delicacy.

  At eight fifty-nine, I approached her, my cock hard and ready as it thrust out from my body, forcefully erect. There’d be no escaping this monster tonight, and by the look on Ava’s face, she knew it.

  I pulled her close to me, sandwiching my erection between our bellies, and whispered in her ear, “I’m in charge this evening. I promise not to hurt you, degrade you or scare you. However, if I do any of those things, please tell me to stop. I will stop immediately. This will be painful at first, so I’ll go slow, but I want you to breathe like I did last night.”

  Tonight, I’d be her Dominant, whether she liked it or not.

  “Okay,” she whispered, aroused and fearful at the same time.

  “I don’t want to win this game at your expense. I know you’ll enjoy this if you just let go.”

  As the clock ticked over to nine, I could see her retreating into a quiet, defensive place. I vowed to myself to make this an evening of pleasure she’d never forget.

  I took her hand and walked her to the bedroom, where a basket had been left filled with an array of things for us to play with. Lubrication in different flavors, pocket-sized vibrators, and anal toys of different sizes were spread out on a satin cloth on the dresser. I wanted to only focus on Ava, but something to play with would be nice for a while.

  “It’s time.” I tried not to snarl as I gently pushed her on to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Ava, as wide as you can get them.”

  She obeyed without protest, watching me with alert eyes. She kept her gaze on me as I leaned over to a basket on the side table, plucked a condom off the top of the pile, and rolled it down my hard length.

  I thought she was too nervous to talk, so I wanted to lighten her mood before beginning. As a Dominant, I wouldn’t stretch the rules for my subs this much, but I would for Ava. She wasn’t a sub. She was a wonderful person, and I was thrilled she let me dominate. She wasn’t in the lifestyle, and I was sure she couldn’t or wouldn’t bear it if she really knew what being a
sub entailed.

  So, I did something very uncharacteristic of me. I jumped on her, hissing, “You’re mine tonight!” When her expression changed to horror, I tickled her sides.

  She crumbled into giggles. “What’s going on?”

  She screamed playfully as I pressed my weight down on her and tickled around her middle, inching ever so slowly down to her center, the slick skin I loved inviting me closer. When my fingers grazed her pussy, dripping with her juices, I covered her mouth with mine, my tongue claiming hers. I dominated her mouth while my hands played over her delicate folds.

  “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” I slid my tongue into her mouth again, not giving her the chance to answer.

  When I pulled away from the kiss, she was breathless, her eyes wide and expectant as I placed my arms on either side of her head and leaned on my elbows. I wanted her to see my face as I positioned myself between her legs.

  I pressed the tip of my cock against her dripping pussy, and she took a short, shallow breath. “I’m going to fuck you now.” She closed her eyes, and I pushed in to the hilt, my balls pressing against her ass. I held myself there as my cock jumped inside her, and she felt it, moaning and meeting my eyes.

  I needed this to be hard and fast so that I could get to work on her beautiful backside, but I pumped slowly at first, leaning in and kissing her softly. Scooping her up into my arms, I increased my rhythm, fucking her in earnest. Diving in and out, my balls slapping against her fine ass, I pumped without stopping. Her arms were wrapped around me, and we’d created our own little hot cocoon. Her breaths were short, heated bursts punctuated by tiny moans as I felt her pussy grip my dick.

  I ordered, “You may not come.”

  She groaned loudly, her head thrashing back and forth.

  “No coming for you.” I gave a few more hard thrusts, just to test her. She clenched again but looked up at me with appealing eyes. “Not yet.”

  “Oh god, Lucas.” Her hips bucked, and she squeezed me hard with her legs, trying to regain control of her body.