Want It Bad: A Kinky Romance

by Melinda DuChamp

“Do what?”

  She gave him a little nudge with her foot, under the table. “You can’t start to tell me something, then stop.”

  “I thought you liked it when I started something, then stopped.”

  She did. But that wasn’t the point.

  Or was it?

  “I’m supposed to beg you to tell me? Is that the game?”

  Jake leaned forward on his elbows, moving within kissing distance. “I do like it when you beg.”

  “I like it, too.”

  “So…” he whispered. “Beg.”

  Harry went, “Roooo-roooo!”

  The dog was sitting up, balancing on his rear legs, paws together as if in prayer.

  “Apparently someone else knows how to beg, too,” Jake said, tossing him a piece of bagel. Harry snatched it out of the air.

  For the tiniest fraction of a second, Carla felt jealous of the dog. Harry had Jake’s attention.

  Doesn’t he notice me here, with my nipples hard, and my legs open?

  “I’m thinking that today,” Jake said, feeding the dog another bit of bagel, “you aren’t allowed to come unless you ask permission.”

  She’d had a taste of that game the day before, and the thought of exploring it further was such a thrill that Carla shivered.

  “And what if you don’t give me permission and I come anyway?”

  “I’ll punish you.”

  “How?”

  Jake bent over, picked up her foot, stretching out her leg. He gripped her ankle firmly, then stroked his finger under her foot.

  Carla giggled and immediately pulled away.

  “You’re ticklish,” Jake said, eyes glinting.

  “I hate being tickled.”

  “Then that will be your punishment. If you come without permission, I’ll tickle you. And since you’ll be tied up, you can’t get away.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want to be tickled.”

  “Then ask permission before you come. Agreed?”

  Carla considered it then accepted the challenge. “Agreed. When do we start?”

  “Now. I’ve been staring at your open pussy since you arrived.”

  Oh… wow. Just wow.

  “Stand up,” he said, holding out his hand to her.

  She took it and stood, knees quaking. Jake knelt on the floor.

  “Rub up against my face,” he told her.

  Carla did, gladly, and his mouth welcomed her. He gripped her ass, and she ground against him and his tongue and lips devoured her. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to begin building inside her. Remembering their new rules, Carla asked, “May I come?”

  “No,” Jake said. Then he immediately began sucking on her clit. He took it in his mouth and drew on it, the pleasure so intense she almost fell over.

  “I’m… I’m going to come…!”

  “No.”

  Carla grabbed his head, not sure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Jake stopped his oral assault and stared up at her, grinning.

  “You’re using your hands,” he said. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  Jake straightened up, took her hand, and led her to the dungeon of pleasure. Carla felt light-headed, her legs wobbly. Her heart fluttered, as if a wounded dove was trapped behind her ribs.

  I’m back for more. More bondage. More masochism. More depravity.

  Is this really happening? Is this really who I am? What I want?

  “Sorry, Harry,” Jake told the dog before closing the door on him.

  Then he brought her to the leather-covered seat facing the Stallion fucking machine, which looked a lot colder and more formidable than it had yesterday. Carla felt like a witch about to be burned at the stake; the same sense of fear and helplessness.

  Why is this so exciting for me?

  Am I deranged?

  Jake’s eyes became intense, his lips pressed together in a line as if he were angry. “Sit.”

  Carla considered disobeying. Would he be upset if she said no? Would he punish her?

  Jake must have mistaken her hesitancy for reluctance. His face softened. “It’s okay, Carla. We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  “It makes me very uncomfortable,” she admitted. “That’s why I want to do it. Last night, after I left…”

  Why am I telling him this?

  His stern expression returned. “Were you a bad girl?”

  She couldn’t look at him, her entire body trembling. She blushed hot. “Yes.”

  “You had fantasies.”

  “Yes.”

  “You masturbated.”

  “Yes.”

  He put his hand on her waist, and she could feel the heat from his palm. “Tell me what you did. And look me in the eye.”

  Carla, managed to meet his gaze without melting from embarrassment. “I put clothespins on my nipples.”

  She’d never seen Jake more intense. “What else?”

  “I tied my hands behind my back.”

  “How did you come?”

  “My Hitachi. I squatted on it. I… imagined it was you.”

  The silence that followed was agonizing. Was Jake mad? Pleased? Amused? His expression was unreadable.

  “Sounds like you were very bad last night,” he said, his voice low.

  “I was,” she swallowed. “I was very bad last night.”

  Carla lowered her eyes, feeling like a kid caught doing something naughty, and she glimpsed the bulge in Jake’s leather pants. It was huge. She bit her lip, then put her hands behind her back to refrain from reaching out and grabbing him.

  “You need to be punished, Carla. Do you agree?”

  “Yes. I… I need to be punished.”

  What is he going to do? Is he going to tickle me? Do something worse?

  “Does the thought of being punished make you wet, Carla?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you wet right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Show me. Put your finger inside yourself.”

  Carla let the kimono open. She slipped her hand between her legs then entered herself.

  Wet? I’m drenched.

  Carla couldn’t help giving her engorged clit a slight rub, and the moan escaped her throat before she could stop it.

  “Show me your finger.”

  She held up her hand, glistening with her juices. Jake caught Carla’s wrist and pulled her hand to his mouth. He rubbed her fingertip across his lips, his eyes boring into hers.

  “I’m going to let you choose your own punishment, Carla. Come with me.”

  He held her hand, leading her to the rack of instruments.

  “Pick the unsexiest item on the wall.”

  Carla’s eyes immediately locked onto the ball-gag, and she felt herself cringe and recoil.

  Jake rubbed the small of her back and urged her forward. “Okay, you’re still not ready for the gag. Pick the second unsexiest item.”

  Carla’s stare lingered on the candles—having hot wax dripped on her didn’t sound erotic—but she pointed to the butt plug. Shiny black rubber, shaped like a football. Nothing sexy about that at all. It looked uncomfortable and formidable. In fact, it was so unappealing that Carla felt her excitement wane.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jake whispered, his words hot in her ear, his stubble tickling her cheek. “Your punishment is; you aren’t allowed to come for ten minutes. If you come before that, you must wear the butt plug for the rest of the day.”

  Carla sighed, surprised by how relieved she was.

  Ten minutes? Piece of cake. That intimidating piece of rubber is going right back on the rack.

  “What about the tickling?” she asked.

  “That still applies. Come without permission, and I’ll tickle you. That will be for our entire play session. But for the first ten minutes…”

  Jake picked up the butt plug and smiled. It looked somehow bigger in his hand.

  I can’t put that up there. No way.
r />   “What do I get?” Carla suddenly asked.

  Jake did that cute thing where he raised an eyebrow. “What do you get? I don’t know if I understand.”

  “If I last the whole ten minutes, what do I get?”

  “A huge orgasm?”

  While reading up on BDSM last night, Carla learned that a big part of the scene involved negotiation; talking about what each partner could and couldn’t do during play. Jake had his no cock rule. Carla drew the line at ball gags. But if she was willing to accept butt plugs, she wanted some quid pro quo.

  “I was thinking of something else,” she said.

  “Such as?”

  “If I make it, if I last the full ten minutes… you wear the butt plug.”

  Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Seriously?”

  “Are you afraid?”

  “Of having my prostate stimulated? No, Carla, I’m not. I’m comfortable with my body, and with the right woman it’s fun.”

  She met his eyes, challenging him. “Am I the right woman?”

  “You’re an exceptional woman. But…”

  “But I’m a client.”

  “Yes. Don’t take that the wrong way. I mean, I’m fond of you, but this is a business relationship. I mean…”

  He was almost squirming. It was adorable, but also made him seem a lot younger. Carla let him off the hook.

  “I am your client,” she said, her voice even. “I’m paying you to please me. This bet would please me.”

  “It’s…” Jake rubbed his face, obviously thinking. “I’ve never been asked to do this before.”

  “You don’t have to take out your cock.” Carla stretched out the word cock to two syllables. “So it’s within your rules. Isn’t it?”

  He shook his head, grinned, then said, “Yes, it’s within the rules. I can’t believe we’re doing this. Okay, fine. Ten minutes. Loser wears the butt plug. It’s a moot point anyway. I’m not going to lose.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Jake led Carla back to the Stallion, to the padded V that functioned as the chair. She sat on it, her legs spread, and he strapped her thighs down. Her wrists were locked into padded cuffs under the seat. Another strap went under her rib cage, binding her to the back of the seat. Jake pushed the kimono back, totally baring her breasts. He roughly tugged on her right nipple, then her left, making them hard. Carla felt open, exposed, embarrassingly aroused. Jake’s hand trailed down her chest, over her belly, between her legs. He lightly traced the outline of her lips, avoiding her clit. She squirmed to meet his hand, but he pulled away.

  “You do remember that you’re not supposed to come, right?”

  Carla nodded, but raised her hips just the same. Her brazenness was rewarded with a quick stroke on her clitoris.

  Do whatever you want with me, she said with her eyes. I’m yours.

  Jake turned to the machine and pulled down a stainless steel bar. On the end was a red dildo that appeared to be made of some translucent, jelly-like material. It wasn’t overly long—no more than six inches—or particularly wide. Though red, it was sculpted realistically, with a circumcised glans, and pronounced veins running down the shaft, and even a scrotum.

  Jake made some adjustments, and positioned the dildo’s head right at Carla’s opening.

  “Stroke length is set to three inches. Speed is one stroke every three seconds. And here… we… go.”

  He hit a button on the control box, and the dildo slowly entered Carla. It was on some sort of mechanical piston, smooth and strong. After she was fully penetrated, the dildo eased itself back out. Then in. Then out.

  It was a strange sensation. Like being fucked, but not quite.

  Actually, it was like making love to a ghost. The penis felt normal, but there was no body attached to it. No man bumping and thrusting into her. No weight of another human being. No pubic bone to grind her clit against.

  It felt very nice. And it was certainly arousing. But Carla was in no danger of losing control anytime soon.

  I can hold out. I can win this.

  “Ten minutes begins now,” Jake said, showing Carla his wrist and pressing a button on his black diver’s watch. The name on the watch face, somewhat appropriately, was Sinn.

  After setting the timer, Jake kissed her. Carla began to kiss him back, but that intensified the sensations between her legs. She closed her mouth and pressed her lips together.

  “Fair enough,” Jake said, pulling away. “A bet is a bet, after all.”

  He turned a dial on the control box, and the Stallion doubled its speed.

  Carla grunted, but this was still bearable. Jake stroked her cheek, then walked off behind her. Carla listened to the chug chug chug of the machine, looked down to see the dildo fucking her, found it to be too exciting to watch, and instead closed her eyes and tried to think of something unsexy.

  Ball gags.

  Butt plugs.

  Taxes.

  Waxing the floor.

  Cleaning hair out of the shower drain.

  Dead trees.

  Clothespins on my nipples.

  Carla’s eyes popped open. Jake had attached a silver clamp to her right nipple, and it felt exactly like the clothespin she’d used on herself.

  “Nipple clamps,” he said, putting on the left one and making her groan. “And look what I can add.”

  He held up a black rod that Carla realized was a stack of cylindrical magnets. Jake snapped off the top one, and placed it on her clamp. The pinching feeling was multiplied as the weight stretched out her nipple. Had she not been aroused, it probably would have hurt. Instead the pain transformed into a spike of pleasure that made Carla gasp.

  Jake added a magnet to the other nipple, bringing another jolt of sensation, and then he kissed her again. Carla kissed him back, her needs betraying her, and as their tongues met the Stallion doubled its speed and began to penetrate her deeper, hitting her in that special spot.

  Oh shit… I’m going to come.

  Carla shook away from his kiss. “What’s the time?”

  “Three minutes,” he said, holding up his watch.

  No way. There’s no way I’m going to make it.

  The machine had found its rhythm now, nudging her g-spot with every thrust, faster than one stroke per second. She clenched her whole body, trying to resist, while that bastard added more magnets to her nipple rings.

  “This isn’t fair this isn’t fair this isn’t fair…”

  Carla thrashed her head, trying to think about anything else but how well she was being fucked and how good it felt. This was different than the other times with dildos. The size, and the tempo, was so close to being with a man, and it had been so long. When Jake began to kiss her again, she could easily imagine that it was his cock inside her, driving into her, ready to explode…

  “No!”

  “You’re so sexy right now,” Jake said. “Do you want me to turn the Stallion up faster?”

  Sweat had broken out all over her body. “No, please don’t.”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “Yes. I like it.”

  “But you want to win the bet.”

  “Yes.”

  “Would it be mean if I did this?”

  Jake placed his finger up to her mouth, and without being able to stop herself Carla began to suck on it. She moaned in her throat, wishing it was his cock. But he quickly removed his wet finger, and began to trail it across her chin, down her neck, her chest, her belly…

  Oh no.

  He stroked her clit, and Carla screamed. The orgasm was so close now she wouldn’t be able to stop it. She cursed herself for failing so quickly, then closed her eyes and prepared to ride the wave.

  Then the fucking machine stopped, mid-stroke. Carla stared at Jake, saw him smiling.

  “Would you like a minute to calm down?” he asked.

  She was confused.

  The point is to win the bet, right? Or is the point for her to come? What game is he playing? Is Jake trying to
give me a chance? Or is this some new method so he wins?

  “If I say I want a minute,” she said, out of breath, “will you stop or keep going?”

  “I’m going to do what I want to. But I’ll take your wishes under advisement. Do you want to come right now?”

  She did. But she didn’t. But she did.

  It was messing with her head. When Carla was with men, she either wanted to come or wanted it to be over. Right now she wanted both… and neither. Whatever Jake wanted to do with her, that’s what Carla wanted.

  Have I actually lost control?

  That was a frightening thought. One Carla didn’t want to dwell on.

  “I challenge you to make me come,” she said, her jaw jutting out in defiance.

  Jake stroked her cheek then walked away.

  What the hell? That’s not what he’s supposed to do!

  Carla tried to turn to see where he’d gone, the weights on her nipples swinging. That made her aware the dildo was still inside, and she undulated her hips.

  If the Stallion won’t fuck me, I’ll fuck the Stallion.

  She moved herself up and down the shaft, her nipple clamps swaying. Carla knew it meant having to wear the butt plug, but she preferred it to be her choice.

  “You still have five minutes left,” Jake whispered in her ear, startling her. “And remember, you have to ask permission to come.”

  He lightly nibbled her lobe, then licked her neck. Carla continued to hump the dildo.

  “May… I… come?”

  “Yes,” Jake said.

  Then he turned the Stallion up again, to some ridiculous, unheard of level. It began to fuck her faster than humanly possible. So fast it was almost a blur.

  Oh… my… god…”

  Then Jake pressed the buzzing Hitachi to her clit.

  Carla lost her mind.

  The orgasm was massive, going on and on, making her eyes roll back and her mouth stretch open in a scream. She felt herself squirt, drenching the floor and the vibrator, and then Jake was kissing her and she was sucking on his tongue, moaning, the waves of pleasure cresting and peaking and going on and on and on AND ON…

  “You lost the bet,” she heard someone say.

  “Ungh.”

  “Time to pay up.”

  “Ungh.”

  Sensory overload. Carla’s entire body became an erogenous zone. Jake continued to poke and prod and pull and lick and stroke and she couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.