Come Play With Me

by Charlotte Stein

  Glen moaned, and his hot breath on her ear made her weak with lust. Soon his arms were around her, fiddling with her bra, releasing her breasts. He kneaded them as he kissed her, and her body was electrified. When he pinched her nipples, she felt it in her clit, like his hands were everywhere at once. God, she wanted him. She wanted what he wanted.

  ‘The bag,’ Cathy said. ‘You left it by the door. There’s lube in there.’

  Glen ran to fetch it and came back saying, ‘We’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in here!’

  Cathy smiled at his jubilation. Glen would remember this anniversary for the rest of his life!

  ‘How do you want me?’ she asked as he pulled a bottle of lube and a silk scarf from the bag.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ he replied with a snake-like grin. ‘I’ll show you.’

  He pulled her clear off the bed, spun her around and pushed her face-down on the mattress so she was bent ninety degrees at the hips. In one swift move, he pulled her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them without being told and felt his hard cock tracing the crack of her ass.

  ‘Why are you fidgeting?’ he asked, his voice like dark velvet.

  Oh, the sensation of his hot cock brushing her hole made her blood sizzle. ‘It feels …’

  Grabbing her wrists, Glen forced them to meet at the small of her back, where he secured them with the scarf. Even the gentle flow of silk against her skin couldn’t ease the ache in her arms and shoulders.

  ‘It feels what?’ Glen prodded as he drizzled lube all over her ass – not just in her crack or against her hole, but across the swell of her cheeks too.

  ‘Oh,’ Cathy moaned. ‘That feels goooood …’

  Without warning, Glen brought his palm down on her bum, slapping so hard she jerked forward on the bed.

  ‘How about that, hmm?’ Glen smoothed both hands over her slippery bottom. ‘That feel good?’

  She couldn’t deny it. ‘Yes, Mister. Do it again.’

  Smack!

  Right away, no teasing, no waiting. He spanked the other cheek, spanked it again. Clapping noises ricocheted off the walls, echoing through the room, and the sound of those spankings turned Cathy on beyond reason.

  ‘More?’ Glen asked, idly stroking her ass crack with his erection.

  ‘Yes,’ she begged. ‘Please!’

  He smacked her ass, and a new sensation surged through her. His hand sizzled against her skin. The aftershocks burned, and when he spanked her again she wasn’t ready yet. A surprised scream shattered the quiet, and she wished she could cover her mouth with her hands, but they were bound behind her back.

  ‘More?’ he asked, his voice deep and dark.

  ‘Yes!’ she cried, though her skin prickled from the spankings he’d already given her.

  ‘Here?’ Glen spanked her left cheek, the one that was still relatively fresh. Her ass sparked, but not half as much as it did when he spanked the right cheek. ‘Or here? Which is better?’

  ‘Right,’ she said, without a thought.

  He spanked her again and her legs shook. Thank God she wasn’t depending on them to stay upright, because they would surely fail her today. Her flesh blazed under the wrath of her husband’s palm, not just hot but needling, like her ass was being stabbed by thousands of tiny pins. The pain was enormous, but so arousing she never wanted it to end.

  That’s why Cathy was confused when Glen asked, ‘Are you ready for this?’

  ‘For what?’ She tried to turn her head, but couldn’t with her wrists tied behind her back.

  More lube, sprayed directly against her asshole this time. She could feel the slippery stuff sneaking inside of her even before Glen’s finger touched down, tracing circles around that tight little pucker.

  ‘Put it in,’ she begged. It was only a finger. She could handle a finger.

  He pressed his slick digit into her ass without a word. He went slow, but stayed firm, forcing it in little by little until he’d passed right by the snug ring of her ass. Once inside, he wriggled his finger around, making perfect circles in her asshole, stretching her wider, preparing her for cock.

  ‘Oh God, Glen!’ Her clit pulsed wildly, begging for the attention she would have paid it if her hands hadn’t been tied behind her back. ‘Fuck me, please.’

  ‘Where?’ he asked, and all at once his cock filled her pussy, full to bursting. ‘Here?’

  ‘Glen!’ she cried, her cheek pressing hard against the soft white duvet. ‘Oh my God, you feel huge!’

  He growled his approval, shifting slowly inside her pussy, then picking up the pace. He took up every bit of space she had to give, thrusting while he teased her grasping asshole with his finger. She had it all, and she wanted more. A finger was only a start.

  She could hardly believe it when she heard herself say the words, ‘Fuck my ass, Glen.’

  An animal growl soared from his throat and rumbled from his body to hers. Her ass cheeks were still baking from those harsh spankings, but it didn’t hurt too terribly when he grasped one and leaned against it. When he squeezed … well, that was a different story. Cathy bit down on the clean white duvet to keep from screaming.

  ‘Are you sure you’re ready for this?’ Glen pulled his finger from her asshole and spanked her raw flesh.

  ‘Yes!’ she cried as the slap rang through the bedroom. ‘Fuck my ass. Don’t keep me waiting.’

  ‘I love that you want it,’ Glen said, and she couldn’t get over how sexy and low-pitched his voice was today. It only went that way when he was supremely turned on. ‘I’m going to come so hard in your ass.’

  ‘Yes,’ she panted, her heart thumping so hard it was all she could hear.

  Maybe he spoke and maybe he didn’t as his cockhead met her asshole. She gasped at the smooth warmth of his tip as he drizzled yet more lube down her crack. As the slippery stuff pooled around her asshole, Glen pushed his cock in – firm, steady, just like he’d done with his finger.

  But a cock was bigger than a finger, and his mushroom tip stretched the elastic ring of her ass.

  ‘It hurts!’ she cried, straining against the pressure. ‘Too much, it’s too big!’

  Glen didn’t stop. He just kept inching forward, little by little, entering her ass with a cock that had never felt so enormous.

  ‘So close, Cath.’ Glen grasped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. ‘Almost there.’

  She couldn’t do it. His cock was too big. The pressure was too vast. She couldn’t … she couldn’t …

  ‘Yes!’ Glen growled, giving her ass a sharp spank.

  She could!

  He’d made it past the tight-hugging ring of her ass, and now his cockhead was blazing forth, burying itself deeper with every thrust.

  Spitting the duvet from her mouth, Cathy said, ‘Yes! Keep going. Fuck me, Mister!’

  ‘Oh, I have every intention of fucking you.’ He clung to her hips, racing forward, forcing himself inside her hole. ‘Your ass is so hot, Cath. I’m going to come so fast.’

  ‘Don’t come yet,’ she urged, bucking back as best she could with her hand tied behind her. ‘Fuck me, Glen. Fuck my goddamn asshole!’

  He bottomed out and eased back, then pushed his dick forward again, ramming her, reaming her. Cathy’s ass blazed, and the pressure made her weak, but she loved it. She could do this for ever, despite the ache in her shoulders and the sweat breaking between her breasts and down the small of her back. Her legs were shaking. She was screaming, shouting, ‘Oh my God, Glen. You gotta come on my ass, all down my crack.’

  Glen roared like he couldn’t believe she’d just said those words. ‘You want me to blow my load all over your pretty little asshole?’

  ‘Fuck, yeah!’ She threw herself into the saddle of his hips, milking his cock with her ass, making him groan and feeling his arousal like shockwaves through her body. ‘I want you to come now. I want it all over me.’

  Pressing his palms to her sizzling ass cheeks, Glen pulled out almost as slowly as he’d ente
red her. The suspense made her crazy, and she tried to whip around on the bed to get a better look, but the bindings on her wrists made it too hard.

  ‘Spill it on my hole, Mister!’

  ‘I’ll spill it all over your ass crack,’ Glen said, and the moment his cockhead popped out of her hole, she could hear his strong hand flapping against his dick, getting him all the way there.

  ‘Come,’ she encouraged him. ‘Spill that hot cream all over me.’

  Glen moaned and the flapping sound stopping. He let out a yelp as his blazing jizz met her ass crack, right above her hole. As that sweet come drizzled downward, another blast struck her asshole straight on. Another met her ass cheek, just to the left of her crack, and yet another hit her thigh. She felt so naughty, so dirty, covered as she was her husband’s come, her raw ass coated with a slippery layer of lube, the rest of her body drenched with sweat. Her heart pounded. She could hardly keep up with her racing breaths, certainly not when Glen fell across the bed beside her, smiling like the cat that got the canary.

  ‘Wow,’ he said, working at the knot in her binding with one hand. ‘That was just … wow!’

  ‘I know,’ she agreed, watching the smile on his lips dance in his eyes. ‘We should do that more often.’

  Smiling, panting, they held hands in bed until they could work up the strength to move under the covers.

  Cathy laid her cheek on Glen’s chest and let him hold her, relishing the buzz and blaze of her flesh.

  ‘Can I give you your gift now?’ Glen asked.

  ‘I think you already did,’ Cathy said with a chuckle, ‘but sure.’ When he didn’t move, she glanced up and caught that sneaky twinkle in his eye. ‘What?’

  He shrugged and replied, ‘Oh, nothing much. Only I talked with your boss Jamilla, and told her I’d take the front-desk job. What do you think? You and me, side by side …’

  Cathy’s heart just about stopped. She felt her expression slip, and worried Glen would misinterpret it. She was just so blown away. Her husband had swallowed his pride and taken a job he didn’t want. Now they’d be working together. No more double shifts, no more weight of the world on her shoulders, just Cathy and Glen together for ever. She couldn’t imagine a better anniversary gift.

  Tears pooled in her eyes as she hugged him, whispering, ‘Thank you. Oh, Glen, thank you. It’s perfect.’

  Semi-professional

  Lux Zakari

  ‘I have a proposition for you, cowboy.’ Rei’s voice floated through Ethan’s cellphone and was followed by her sexy giggle.

  ‘Yeah?’ He stretched out on his worn, overstuffed couch and his cat leaped onto his stomach, where it made itself comfortable. ‘What’s that?’

  ‘I need you to dust off your camera and take my picture. Let’s put that photography degree of yours to use.’

  ‘How so?’ Ethan scratched the cat behind its ears and received a playful bite in response.

  ‘I realised that since I’m obviously going to be famous some day – and it’s my birthday next month – I should have someone take professional photos of me. Well, at least semi-professional photos. You work cheap, I assume.’

  ‘Hey …’

  ‘I’m just teasing. You know you’re my favourite.’

  ‘Favourite what?’ Ethan reached forward for his pack of cigarettes on the coffee table as the cat darted into the kitchen. ‘Favourite photographer? Favourite person? Favourite heartthrob?’

  ‘You’re using your imagination. Good, I like that. I knew you’d be up to helping me with my vision.’

  ‘And what is this vision of yours, exactly?’

  ‘Sorry, I’m not sharing my genius ideas until you agree to this.’

  ‘I guess since it is for your birthday …’

  ‘Yes! I knew you’d come through for me. You’re the best.’

  He lit a cigarette. ‘Flattery will get you nowhere.’

  ‘You’re a little wrong on that one. Flattery will get me anything I damn well please – especially when you see what I’ll be wearing.’

  Ethan shook his head and breathed out a cloud of smoke. ‘I see that it’s going to be one of those photo shoots.’

  ‘I can’t even begin to guess what you’re implying.’

  ‘Let me put it this way. Are you expecting me to mail the photos to Playboy or are you going to do it yourself?’

  ‘If anyone’s sending anything anywhere, it’s you mailing a letter to Penthouse Forum,’ she said. ‘Now, are you up to this challenge?’

  ‘Of course.’ He flicked the ash from his cigarette in the clamshell he used as an ashtray. ‘I think I can handle it.’

  Rei gave a soft laugh. ‘We’ll see.’

  * * *

  Ethan was in the process of adjusting the lighting for Rei’s set when he heard her knock outside his studio, which was a small, remodelled pool house set behind the apartment he rented. He yanked open the wooden door, and Rei’s arms were instantly around his neck.

  ‘I missed you.’ Her Cupid’s-bow mouth formed a pout and her dark eyebrows knitted together, as if he’d been the one to move back after being in New York for the past year.

  ‘Sure you did.’ He gave her a squeeze. ‘Why wouldn’t you?’

  Rei let out a laugh – an abrupt, playful sound he suddenly realised he’d missed. ‘A fair question.’ She pulled away from their embrace, her eyes sparkling like she kept the world’s most exciting secret. ‘So! Where do I get ready?’

  He pointed to a white folding screen near one of the frosted windows that almost filled one wall. ‘Over there.’

  ‘With you in the same room?’ She clucked her tongue and gave him a wink. ‘How are you going to resist taking a peek?’

  ‘I’m sure I’ll manage,’ he said in a mock brave voice, and she giggled as she brushed past him to step behind the folding screen with the small suitcase she’d brought. He shut and locked the pool-house door and picked up his Canon SLR. Even though digital was all the rage these days, he still enjoyed the feel of a ‘real’ 35-millimetre in his hands.

  ‘I hope you didn’t have to cancel some hot date in order to do this for me. I’d feel just awful.’ Rei’s voice lacked even a hint of contrition.

  ‘A hot date at nine in the morning?’

  ‘I never know with you, Ethan. Even after all these years, you’re still a mystery to me. You’re so secretive you could probably join the CIA.’

  ‘How do you know I’m not already mixed up with them?’

  ‘Exactly my point.’

  Ethan shook his head – a habit that always seemed to surface when Rei was concerned. He glanced towards the corner of the pool house, where he’d assembled a vintage scallop-shaped couch that he’d bought at a thrift store and reupholstered with ruby cushions; a giant abstract painting hanging on the brick wall; and a faded Oriental rug. ‘I need your opinion on the set.’

  ‘Hold on, I’ll be right out.’

  He’d finished winding the film on the reel and closed the back of the camera when he heard the click-clack of heels on the cement floor. He glanced up briefly and immediately did a double take.

  Rei wore a white bandeau bikini that looked like something straight out of a James Bond movie. A gold belly chain circled her waist, and her dark hair was piled on the top of her head in a messy bun. It was then he realised that, in all their years of being friends, he’d never before seen her in a bathing suit, let alone anything this suggestive, and thus had no training wheels to see his friend in this light. Doubt crept into his mind, and he wondered if he could handle this photo shoot after all.

  She appeared to have no idea of the thoughts running through his head as she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the scene. ‘This looks great. I wasn’t really sure how I wanted the background to look, but this is wonderful. I really like it.’

  ‘Good.’ He wasn’t sure if he could trust himself to say much more.

  Rei cocked her hip from side to side, shifting her weight from one shiny shoe to the next. ‘So how
do you want me?’

  Waves of innuendoes inundated him, and although he and Rei had had no problems trading flirty one-liners in the past, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to utter one now. ‘However you want.’

  ‘But you’re the photographer. All I have to do is look hot and do what you tell me to. I’m the novice here. So go ahead and boss me around. I’ll do whatever you want.’

  He cleaned the lens of the camera with more focus than the act required. ‘OK, go for the couch.’

  She obediently dropped onto the couch with a graceful flourish and gave him a devastating smile. ‘Do you want me lying down?’

  He bit back another answer and shrugged. ‘Just do what you feel.’

  ‘Thanks, I think I will,’ she said as he put the viewfinder up to his eye. But her giggles died away, and they both fell silent as the shutter opened and closed. For the first roll of film, Rei’s confident demeanour dimmed, and her poses were stiff, shy and unsure. She even looked a little embarrassed.

  Part of Ethan was grateful for that; her awkwardness distracted him from how she was dressed and all his dirty thoughts. He eyed the strings of her bathing suit. Just a tug, and she’d be naked. He suddenly was all too aware of his surroundings. The strange quiet that filled the room buzzed softly in his ears, and he finally put the camera aside. ‘Do you want a drink?’

  Relief flickered over her face as she stood. ‘Maybe two.’

  He poured them both a shot of the whisky he kept in his studio, while she toyed with the dusty cassette player in the corner. ‘Only you would still play tapes,’ she said. ‘What’ve we got here … Billy Squier, The Law, Air Supply. I feel like I don’t know you any more.’

  ‘They were ten cents apiece at the flea market. How could I resist?’

  Her mouth curved into a wry smile. ‘Yes, how could you?’

  There was something unreadable about her expression as she slid The Worst of Jefferson Airplane into the cassette player and hit ‘play’ without rewinding. The second verse of ‘It’s No Secret’ filled the room and Rei made her way towards him. She picked up her shot glass and clinked it against his, and they both tossed their heads back and downed the warm amber liquid.