End Game
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Play with me.
His response was immediate: Always.
I bit down on my lower lip as I typed another answer: Meet me on West 87th. Tonight.
His response was appropriate and expected: You’re the one giving instructions now?
The smirk was on my lips before I could think of a good response. 7 pm. Don’t be late.
I giggled softly, knowing my orders would drive him insane. I could almost see the knot in his jaw tick as he read my text message. After a few minutes, my phone chimed with his incoming message.
Mason: Don’t forget who gives the orders, sweetheart. I might have to remind you. Tonight.
We’ll see about that, I thought quietly to myself. I sucked on my lower lip, hiding the smirk on my face and I pocketed my phone. I returned to the office, but tonight would be a whole new experience for both of us.
****
6:30 pm. I had let myself into the “apartment” on West 87th Street. I was showered and my legs were smooth and silky. I wore a red sheer lace panty with strappy elastic detail at the hips. I paired it with a matching bra. My dark auburn hair was down in wild waves, and I wore a glossy red rouge on my lips. I also took out my contact lense and replaced them with my Chanel frames, because I know how much he loves it when I wear my glasses. I have no idea why.
At five minutes to seven, I heard the front door open and close downstairs. His keys jingled lightly as he set them down on the table. My heart was hammering in my chest, and pulsed in my ears. I inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times in an attempt to calm myself. I couldn’t let him see my nerves.
My senses were on high alert as I heard him ascend the stairs. I knew he expected to see me bent over the bed with my hands behind my back.
He suddenly appeared in the open doorway at the top of the steps, but I wasn’t bent over the bed with my hands clasped behind my back. I lounged across the bed in the scraps of red lace that wrapped around my body. My legs remained crossed as I kept my seated position on the bed.
He was still fully suited in a dark gray suit with a blue silk tie. He stood over six feet, and the lust sizzled over my heated skin. His light brown eyes flared when he saw my defiant position on the duvet. I ran my tongue delicately over my red lips, and I watched him swallow.
I slid from the bed and walked over to him slowly, my heels clicking softly against the polished wood of the floor. I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked up at him, before I wrapped my fingers around the silk of his blue tie and forced him down to my level.
To say he was surprised was an understatement and truth be told, I had no idea what I was doing, but I could at least try. I just wanted him to feel what he does to me.
Our lips met in a searing kiss. I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth and then resumed enjoying his mouth. His hands wrapped around my body, gripping me tightly as the kiss consumed both of us. My tongue parted his lips, demanding entry and he pulled my tongue into his mouth. It was enough to suck the breath from my lungs. His hands were possessive and controlling and before I knew what was happening, I felt him back me toward the bed.
Wait, what happened to everything I had planned? My brain was temporarily clouded by the clean, masculine scent of his cologne, and the powerful way his hands dominated me. Our mouths never left one another, but when I realized what was happening, I pulled away and looked up at him with a dark glint in my eyes. I kept my grip on his tie as I stared up at him directly.
His fingers dug into the globes of my ass, and I pried his hands away.
“No, no. Hands off. Tonight you’re mine,” I said firmly with a she-devil smile on my lips. “It’s this, or nothing.”
His lips twitched, debating whether to object. His gaze burnt through me, but there was black lust behind those brown depths. He was struggling with this, but I’d make sure he enjoyed it.
Very slowly, I slid the suit jacket from his shoulders and carefully laid it on a nearby armchair. I kept my gaze locked with his as I unfastened the tie around his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath of approval when I draped his dark blue tie around my shoulders. I struggled to keep my cool as I carefully unbuttoned his crisp silk shirt. My hands ran over the perfect contours of his wide chest and the muscles in his biceps.
I recall how I used to fantasize about this. I wanted to lick those muscles from top to bottom. I used to lie in bed at night with my vibrator, imagining Mason Woodward letting me do whatever I wanted to him. I was an eighteen year old with raging hormones, and the only man I could think about was him.
Now here he was, standing before me, struggling to cooperate. I noted how his knuckles were knotted white and I knew he wanted to wrap those hands in my hair and force me to my knees.
I kept my eyes on his as I unfastened his belt, and undid the button of his black slacks.
“Get down on your knees,” he ordered with a low growl. “I’m going to fuck that sweet, pouty mouth with my cock.” The heat traveled down my spine, leaving tingles that settled in my pussy. I hope he didn’t notice how flushed I suddenly felt.
I responded with a tisking sound of my tongue. “Have you forgotten? I make the rules tonight.” I gazed up at him as I yanked his pants down to his knees. “Now if you’re good and listen, I’ll let you feel these cherry lips on your cock.” Again, he inhaled sharply, taken aback by my filthy words. I even surprised myself.
His hard shaft was level with my face, thick and long. He let out a groan, indicating the struggle to give up his control for the evening.
“This is a one-time deal, sweetness.”
I rested on my knees and blew softly on his cock. A bead of precum escaped and he groaned. I felt sinful as I blew on the tip again, and his entire body was rigid with his struggle to comply with my rules.
“Give me your hands.” I said as I pulled the tie from my shoulders.
He glared down at me, but I could tell he was also intrigued at this point. His lip twitched again and the knot tightened, but he held his hands out to me. I wrapped the tie around his wrists and looped them together with a firm knot.
I grabbed the back of his legs and slid my tongue along his solid cock, from the base to the tip. He let out a shuddering gasp as I wrapped my lips around the head, and sucked the drop of precum that escaped.
Although his wrists were bound together, his fingers curled into my hair and pulled as he was overcome with pleasure. My lips moved up and down a few times as my tongue danced around the tip.
I sucked and licked every inch, forcing the tip to the back of my throat a few times, and he let out a gasping groan. I was thrilled, and the dull ache in my pussy was growing with every pleasurable sound he made. So this is what it must be like for him…
I scraped my nails against the hard muscles of his abdomen, and I knew he was aching to grab me and throw me down. I had this man all to myself, to do with as I pleased, and the possibilities were endless. With a slight popping sound, I removed my lips from his cock and looked up at him.
“Lie on the bed, on your back,” I instructed. I knew my voice didn’t sound as domineering as his usually does, but he still listened. The dark glint in his eyes never left as he positioned himself on the mattress.
“Look at me,” I said with a quiet tenacity once he was settled. He didn’t need any prompting; his eyes scanned every inch of my body as I very slowly slid the sheer lace down my thighs. A wolfish smirk was on his face the entire time. I unfastened my bra and felt the cool air greet my nipples. I crossed the room and grabbed a bottle of edible massage oil. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to lick him first, or massage him first, so this choice was very convenient.
A soft scent of cherries greeted my nose. I squeezed a small dot into my palm and rubbed my hands together. I climbed on top of him and sat on his stomach, my porcelain thighs straddling the hard muscles of his olive stomach. With both hands I began massaging his chest with the warm liquid. I was going to help him relax and enjoy…
He closed his eyes and relaxed against the mattre
ss. My hands continued to work in smooth, circular motions as I massaged the muscles in his shoulders and his chest. I slid my body down as I worked the muscles. I ran my tongue over his chest and sucked on his nipples, and he groaned.
I turned around so that the apex of my thighs was level with his face, so then I could work the muscles in his lower region quite well.
“Fucking sit on my face,” He growled. He breathed in deeply and I knew he wanted a taste.
I ran my tongue and lips down his stomach, and ran my hands up and down his hard cock.
“Let me play,” I cooed, and he let out a huff of exasperation. But I knew he was enjoying this…
I kept a rhythm, moving my hands up and down his cock and then began kissing around the tip, sliding my tongue down the base.
I felt him flex his muscles, struggling with the binding. I wasn’t good at tying knots, and knew that if he kept that up, his hands would be loosened in no time. I decided to preoccupy him.
Tentatively, I lowered myself to his face and his mouth hungrily met my clit. I let out a sharp gasp when I felt how eager he was.
“Oh!” I moaned as his mouth devoured me with an intensity that I wasn’t expecting from this angle. I felt my entire body quiver and I nearly fell over. His tongue ran up and down my pussy, sucking and licking every inch within me. His tongue thrust in and out, fucking me and I closed my eyes, throwing my head back. I ground my pussy against his face, desperate for even more friction.
“Oh, Mason!” I gasped, feeling tingles erupt within my nerve endings. My body was trembling with an impending climax. This man- I had him tied and beneath me and he still has me unraveling, begging…
I finally fell over from the intense pleasure, and caught myself with two hands as I steadied myself on the mattress. Completely consumed, I wrapped my lips around his length and moved my lips up and down at a rapid pace. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock straight to the back of my throat. He licked and sucked at a furious tempo and I moaned. The dull ache in my pussy was now a throbbing need. I pulled my mouth away from his cock and turned around, facing him.
He let out a grunt of disapproval when my pussy left his face, and my mouth left his cock. A small smile curled up my lips as I hovered over his long, stiff cock.
“God, yes,” he groaned. I watched the muscles in his biceps flex as he struggled with the silk tie that bound his wrists. I rubbed my slick opening against the tip of his cock and the knot remained tense in his jaw. His eyes flared as he stared up at me.
“Let me feel that tight cunt around my cock,” he demanded.
I stopped and began to run my tongue from his stomach up to his chest.
“Say the magic words,” I whispered.
“Fuck yes.”
“Those are not the magic words.” I continued the trail of my tongue from his stomach up to his chest.
“God, Jillian. Please.” He groaned, and bucked his hips upwards to connect with me.
I couldn’t handle the wait anymore than he could. With those words, I slowly slid down onto him. I felt his cock greet every muscle within my insides. I let out a soft moan, but then he suddenly thrust upwards, forcing his entire length deeply into me. I cried out in pleasure. He immediately began moving at a furious tempo, completely taking control despite being bound with a silk tie. I gasped and moaned, completely absorbed in the ecstasy.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it,” he grunted with strain in his voice as he bounced me up and down.
After a few minutes, his movements slowed and I swiveled my hips on him, grinding against him. I couldn’t handle the pressure build-up any longer and my climax ripped through my body. I gripped his biceps as I flexed and spasmed around his cock. It was enough to trigger his own climax and he let out a guttural groan as he released.
He huffed against my chest as we both struggled to regain our breath. The flavored massage oil had turned into a sticky mess between us.
“Not bad for a first time,” I felt him smirk against the heated skin of my chest.
“I need practice,” I laughed.
“I wouldn't make a habit out of that,” he responded, but kissed my neck and chest.
“I wanted to give you a taste of what you do to me,” I breathed as he continued kissing my neck. He brushed some wild strands of my hair away from my face and kissed my lips, then my forehead. I felt his hands in my hair.
Wait, how…?
I looked up, and was met with his snarky grin. The blue silk tie was a wrinkled mess on the mattress. I need more practice tying knots.
His smirk never left his face, and he winked at me. “Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean I’m not in charge.”
“You still obeyed,” I quipped with narrowed eyes.
He responded by rolling us over. His body was pressed on top of mine, spreading my thighs farther as we lay in a tangled, sticky mess.
“I fucking loved it,” he whispered and then kissed my lips deeply. We were wrapped up in the embrace, tasting ourselves on each other’s lips. “Come with me. Let’s get cleaned up.”
11. Jillian Pryor
Early November
The season was definitely changing in Manhattan. The leaves had almost completely fallen from the trees and the air was crisp and dry, but not cold. My wild hair was so grateful. On this day, the air was milder and slightly smoky as I rounded the corner to the East Village Youth Center. East Village was probably one of the smallest youth programs in Manhattan and relied entirely on sponsorships and donations. The center seemed to be doing well for itself, despite being so small, and charged nothing for the kids it served.
I carried a large, rectangular white box as I slipped into the back lot. It was a small paved area, surrounded by a cement wall. There was some graffiti strewn on certain spots of the wall, but it looked like the center was in the process of whitewashing the wall.
Loud music played from the speakers in the corner of the back lot while a man I didn’t recognize grilled chicken and burgers. I spotted Elyse almost instantly. She sported a light denim vest over the long sleeve, canary yellow shirt that read “East Village Youth Center.” Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, which showed off the large red hoops that dangled from her ears.
She was surrounded by a few of the girls from the center. The kids loved Elyse because they could relate to her, but there were three from the program who especially admired her. Every time I came to visit and bring snacks, they would follow her around like lost puppies. Here they were again, imitating Elyse by the food tables as she swayed her hips to the music’s beat. The girls probably ranged from about fourteen to sixteen in age. She was talking to one of the girls as she arranged the food on the table, but I couldn’t hear over the bass of the music.
As I approached closer, I could hear the discussion.
“I just don’t get it. I thought if I went with them, I would fit in.” The girl, probably about sixteen, looked to Elyse.
Elyse flipped her black ponytail over her shoulder. “Tell me who it is and I will tear shit up. Nobody messes with my girl.”
She was very casual in her statement, but emphasized that last bit.
An older woman happened to walk by at that moment. She caught Elyse’s sentimental statement and cleared her throat in a disapproving manner.
Elyse looked toward the woman. “Sorry Doris.”
The woman sighed and simply shook her head as she walked away, but I thought I saw the faintest trace of a smirk on her lips. Doris is the founder of East Village Youth Center, and I think she puts up with Elyse because she’s been with the center on and off since she was fifteen.
At this moment, Elyse noticed me and waved me down.
“Is this for me? You shouldn’t have!” My best friend grinned as she took the iced coffee from my hand.
“Why do you even ask? You’re the one who asked me to bring the coffee.” I smirked as I adjusted the large white box in my arms.
“Yeah, I did. You’re right.” Elyse smiled.
“It’s a good title for you, chica.” Elyse smirked as she sipped the coffee.
“What’s in that box?” One of the girls asked with curiosity.
I turned and looked at them. The two younger girls seemed cautious and slightly shy. The oldest was completely silent and standoffish. She only stared at me with a critical, blank expression on her face, just as Elyse did when I first met her.
I grinned at the girls and opened the lid of the box to show off the two dozen oreo cupcakes I picked up from the bakery.
“When I said I needed cupcakes for the party, I didn’t imply you needed to spend two hundred bucks on them.” Elyse rolled her eyes, but she failed at hiding her smile.
“Well they’re not for you anyway. They’re for the kids.” I retorted with a light smirk.
“Excuse you,” Elyse quipped and then helped herself to a cupcake. I placed the white box on the table as the kids gathered around, completely in awe of the confectionary goodies. The cupcakes immediately began disappearing.
Elyse wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thank you. This means so much to them.” I think my heart melted when she said this.
****
It was dusky outside as I was leaving the party. The sun glinted just over the horizon. Mason’s driver, Rick, was on vacation this week so I decided to walk a block from the community center before I called a town car to come pick me up. Mason insisted, for some reason, that I shouldn’t take a regular yellow cab, and I didn’t feel like arguing about such a silly topic. Still, I wasn’t about to have a town car pull up in front of a community center for disadvantage youth.