by Lauren Wood
“This isn’t like me. I usually go out of my way to avoid girls like you. High maintenance is the only thing that I will say.” I had his zipper down and my toes had snuck into the opening to massage his length through his underwear.
They were red and I could focus my attention on the bugle. I smiled sweetly, but inside I was wickedly enjoying the sexual tension in the air. I wanted him to pull it out and give me my first perusal of the evidence of his arousal.
“Calvin, I’m going to need you to do the rest. It sounded like a good idea in my head, but the logistics are a little more difficult.” I could still give him a reason to moan my name. My toes became quite proficient at keeping him like stone. My imagination was only limited by how far I was willing to go.
“I don’t think that I’m going to do that. I’ve proven my point. There’s no reason to take things any further.” He sounded like a woman changing her mind on prom night before penetration in the back of a limousine.
“I can’t believe you were playing a game with me. It’s dangerous to fool with my affections.” I was anxious to uncover something more than average. He was not exactly shy about bragging. It was time for him to put up or shut up.
“I just wanted to be the one to let you know this is off limits.” He was once again using my word against me and making the fuming anger steam out of my ears.
“You can’t be serious. No man has ever been able to resist me in the past. What makes you any different than all of them? The male gender is weak and can easily be subjugated by the female form.” He still hadn’t zipped up but my toes had stopped moving despite my best effort to continue. It was as if my whole body was crying out for satisfaction and wasn’t going to get it.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life. I can’t let you think that you hold all the cards. No matter how much I want to fuck you, it’s not going to happen until you are coming to me begging on your knees. You may not think it will happen, but trust me it’s only a matter of time. Let that be a lesson not to dangle the piece of meat unless you’re willing to go the distance.” This was a new sensation of rejection and I felt like I had to do something to turn the tables back in my favor.
“I told you from the moment you stepped into this house that there were ground rules. I believe I mentioned that whatever I say goes.” I wrapped my legs around him and held him firmly between the strength of my thighs.
“There’s nothing that you can do that will change my mind. I’ve already taken care of myself before coming over here. It was my way to avoid temptation. It’s time that somebody gives women a taste of what they put men through every day of their lives. I can restrain myself. I’m not sure that you can be trusted in the same room with me.” He was trying to wrestle free, but the death grip had not abated. I was determined to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
I flexed the lips of my sex like I was winking at him. He was momentarily spellbound unable to voice what he was feeling deep inside. I took his silence and used it to manipulate his flesh. I was limber enough that I could reach out and pull him from the confines of his underwear.
“Nobody dares say no to me without facing retribution of some kind. I don’t like this feeling and you need to be taught how to treat a woman right.” I laughed maniacally and lay back in a prone position with my feet grabbing onto his special friend.
“I don’t know what you are doing, but it’s not going to… work.” He lost his train of thought and whatever restraint he had was quickly diminishing.
I had him between my feet and he tried to pull free, but only managed to leak profusely. His words had conviction, but his body was falling victim to my charms.
“Control is only a one-way street. I’m the one in the driver’s seat and I don’t want you to ever forget it.” I was forced into this position by his denial of my pleasure. I wondered in the back of my mind if this wasn’t his plan all along. Whatever happened was going to be by my rules.
“It seems like I can’t move without hurting myself severely. You obviously have me at a disadvantage.” I was indulging in a bit of kinky play. It was interesting to have him at my mercy.
“I would, in your position, go along for the ride. The only way you are getting out of this is by shooting your cream all over my toes. I don’t see that being a hardship for a man like you. I don’t doubt you worked yourself into a lather before coming over here. It doesn’t mean I can’t coax another few samples from the reservoir of your excitement.” I could feel that vein in the back throbbing with a need to expel the burden from his balls.
“You are walking a dangerous line. I won’t let you take my dignity. I’ve had too much taken from me all ready to give in willingly. I might be under pressure in more ways than one, but I can extricate myself from this position. You don’t think I can, but I have ways of taking the power out of your hands.” I thought that he was bluffing. He was just talking to hear himself speak. It must’ve been his way to bolster his strength to walk away from a good thing.
“I don’t see you going anywhere until I give you permission.” The speed of my feet quickened and he was going to become one of my victims.
“I could easily stay here and let you finish me off, but that would be setting a dangerous precedent. I don’t want you to think this is easy for me, but it is necessary.” He pulled away from me. He grunted his response when I pressed with more resilience against his escaping appendage.
“Walk out that door at your own peril. I won’t be coming to you on my knees. I will consciously and with malice tease you until you can’t take it anymore.” He was swallowing hard and biting his bottom lip at the display of a woman in need.
“I look forward to seeing who can win this game. I admit the attraction is enough to melt the paint from the walls. Someone is going to lose this battle and it’s not going to be me.” It was fine for him to say that, but to back it up was going to take an amazing amount of willpower. I just didn’t think that he would be able to hold strong after I got through with him.
“The game is only good until one person loses. It’s going to be a little more interesting living with you. I can make anything sexual and you’re going to find out shortly this girl is capable of going the extra mile to get what she wants.” Touching him with my feet and briefly with my hands had given me some degree of pleasure. It wasn’t enough to touch the right buttons to spark something of a four-alarm fire.
“History has taught us that women have the power to deny or invite sexual advances. I thought that it was about time to change the rules of engagement. Do what you need to. I will fight you every step of the way.” His fiery determination was something I was going to overcome. It was necessary to put the power where it belonged…in my hands.
“Leave, but don’t expect to be asked back anytime soon. The only way you are going to breach this perimeter is by admitting defeat at the hands of a master manipulator.” He backed away, smiling the entire time. I was looking forward to the day I was going to wipe that smug smirk off of his face.
Chapter four
I was looking over the grotesque photographs taken at the scene of the crime. The cord around her neck was courtesy of the drapes in her apartment. It had taken some time, but I had finally found a duplicate.
“Scarlet, I know that these kinds of murders are personal. He killed her during a heated argument over what she was making for dinner. Who does something like that?” I had found out through my work that people could hurt each other in multiple ways.
“Calvin, I can’t promise you the closure you are after. Nothing is going to bring her back. Do you really think this is something that she would want for you?” I was getting to know him over the last couple of days. He was still purposely walking around after a shower without any clothes on to get underneath my skin.
“I don’t know what she would want. She’s not here to give me her unbiased opinion. If you’re asking what I think she would want then I would hope it would be justice. She’s not going to get it by c
onventional means. This guy has deep pockets and a family willing to turn a blind eye.” My reconnaissance had given me a predictable route for the killer’s daily behavior.
I was wearing a sports bra tight across my breasts with nothing on underneath it. The gym shorts were a throwback to a different era where shorter was better. I had no problem shifting my priorities. I just had to move a certain way and a part of my anatomy would become exposed.
“I can see you’re not going to be easily dissuaded. I’ve been drilling you incessantly and you have more than handled your share of the workload. Taking those photographs of him with another woman couldn’t have been easy. You did it without losing your composure and doing something as regrettable as attacking him.” My plan was simple. Wait until the killer was alone and then give him a dose of his own medicine.
I’ve had my hands on this cord for hours. I can feel the fibers digging into my fingertips. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I finally have him where I want him. I have asked you for the impossible and you have more than lived up to your reputation.” The heat was up and we were both well aware of the games being played.
The one thing I had going for me was that I was in full control of the heat. There was no way for him to turn it back down which made sleeping something of an effort. I heard him several times pacing back and forth in front of my door. I could almost imagine a tiger sniffing at the premises ready to find a suitable prey to pounce on.
“Does it have to be this hot in here? “I knew eventually his limits would be reached.
“You know what they say? If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen. I like it this way and we can certainly revisit this subject when you succumb to my wishes.” I had everything we would need to give this man little chance to find a way to slip out of the net.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work.” He sounded serious, but underneath I knew that he was crumbling. I needed to have a little bit more patience. It wasn’t easy. I was definitely going to have to look into a heating system where I could adjust different rooms at different settings.
“Calvin, they say the best thing for heat is to get even hotter. It usually revolves around drinking a cup of coffee, but I think we can do better than that.” He was breathing down my neck and I was tempted to turn to face the object of my desire.
“Fuck it… I have had just about enough of this.” He lifted me unceremoniously onto the table where the blueprints of this man’s home were currently located. They tore in half when he pulled me towards the edge of the table similar to how he had done the same thing on my bed.
It didn’t matter and I had already committed them to memory.
He relieved me of my sports bra and buried his head in my bosom. His tongue was like the feeling of the licks of a flame from a fire. I pressed his face closer to my chest and felt my nipple go into his mouth where he inflicted it with the lashing of his tongue.
“I knew given the right incentive that you would come around.” He had his hands down my shorts and he found my already wet little hole ready for him. I opened up with the forceful intrusion of his finger. He knew exactly how to elicit the right response by touching me in this way.
“I don’t care about any silly game. I will gladly admit defeat. In my eyes, there are no losers when it comes to a battle which ends with the both of us sweaty and panting with desire.” I was frantic to get his pants off and I caught my finger in his zipper. It pinched, but the added sensation of pain was running upstream against the pleasure.
His mouth was not very gentle with my nipples. He was pulling them back with his teeth. The finger was joined with a thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it all the way down behind my knees.
“Keep doing that and I promise the woman I become will be no longer someone you recognize.” I was still smarting from how my finger had gotten trapped in his zipper. It made me cringe to realize every man had the threat of feeling the very same thing on a different part of their anatomy.
“I’m counting on it. Go ahead and soak my fingers with your juices. I want to feel the heat running down into the palm of my hand.” I was left on my own for way too long. It was about time I found comfort in the arms of another.
“I’m going to fucking… why did you stop.” I was so close that I could taste it and then he retreated long enough to drop his pants. His number was up. His Johnson was stiff and showed the kind of reaction from the pleasure he was receiving by finger fucking me.
“I have to take a look at this.” He came forward, pushing me back on the table while lifting my legs into the air. He pulled those shorts all the way down until they were around my ankles. They fell onto the floor with him taking position between my legs.
“Give me what you have been dreaming about for these last couple of days. I hope you’re the kind of guy that will allow a woman to find her pleasure first. Do that and there will be no stopping what a woman will do for you in return.” I had nothing but pain and misery in my life. This was a necessary vacation from my profession.
He rammed the phallic symbol into me with his rough hands underneath me. The table legs were not meant for this kind of abuse. He was all the way in and then he was pulling all the way out. He used his glistening shaft to slap some sense into my clit. I jumped every time he made contact and then he was force feeding me the blunt end of his weapon.
I wrapped one leg around his waist and forced him closer for a deeper penetration. He was really moving to the same rhythm of our hearts beating inside our chest. I was fueling his need by slapping him across the face. This was a good way to spur him to the finish line like a thoroughbred horse about to win the Kentucky Derby.
I made sure to rein him in by kissing him while he was moving with reckless abandon. The feeling was sublime. He had the kind of equipment to reach those hidden spots no man had been able to touch before. Some were similar in size, but they didn’t know how to use what they were in possession of. Calvin was ready to deliver a performance of a lifetime.
“We are definitely going to have to make up for lost time. This game was foolish and it’s so much better when you are fucking me until I’m cross-eyed.” The echo of his body coming in contact with my own was a symphony to my ears.
“I agree with you, Scarlet and maybe I can give you a real reason to wear that moniker.” He was making me believe this was indeed destined to happen between the two of us. Learning this trade wasn’t easy, but he was exactly like me when I first started.
“I hope you can, but others have tried and failed. I want you to prove me wrong about the ineffectiveness of a man in my life. I want to get fucked like this all the time. I want my clit to throb with a need which only you can satisfy. Come on…put your back into it and don’t stop until you see the whites of my eyes.” He was groaning and grunting like he was dragging himself by bodily force over the finish line.
“Don’t tease me unless you are ready to back it up. I like a woman with a need that overshadows everything else. This little hole is strangling the very seed out of my balls. The hot honey dripping from your hole down my shaft is having an interesting effect on me.” The ride was spontaneous and there was no predicting when this was going to happen.
“I’m fucking cumming…” My body betrayed me and my mind short-circuited on the pleasure I was being inflicted with. His body was whipped into submission and his resolve was crumbling like Oreo cookies in the palm of my hand.
“Yes… cum for me and look me in the eyes when you are doing it” I stared at him with all of my muscles fatigued beyond words.
The jettison of his release was a profound statement. The only question was the reason why I had given him license to make me a receptacle for his creamy and most desirable hot to the touch ejaculate. I felt every single spurt smacking heavily against the walls of my overanxious sex. There was no evidence when he gave me a breather.
“I have to say that was better tha
n I expected. You weren’t throwing something at me because you wanted to get back at me for winning this little battle of the sexes.” I lie in a fugue state concentrating on my breathing and listening to everything around me. This was the first time in a long time I had forgotten about the perceived threat over my head.
“Speak for yourself, Scarlet. That was the best I have ever had and I’m not just saying that to placate you. I gave you my best and you kept coming back for more. I should’ve given in long ago. I would’ve gotten over a bruised ego.” The sex was phenomenal and there was no disguising how we could feed on the hunger in each other’s eyes.
“Normally, I would send you packing the moment you busted a nut.” He was on top of me and the table was taking a beating like nothing before.
It was nice to be this close and intimate with another human being. In any other instance, the reason for this kind of closeness would be to get close to my subject without then realizing how they had let the wolf in the henhouse.
“I have to repeat the same thing. Sex was never more than a means to an end. It was always good, but something always remained out of my reach. I never knew what it was until I met you. A woman needs more than a man to pump on top of them for 5 minutes. They want the whole package and you deserve all of it including a happy ending. I don’t think there’s any doubt the both of us have received one of those.” I still had a few days to make the necessary preparations. Time had become something we couldn’t ignore for long.
The man in question was scheduled to leave the country at the end of the week.
The feeling of his cream coating the lips of my pussy made me feel like we were connected body and soul.
“I’m glad that I could give you something you have never had before. There might be something to this white picket fence and the silly grins that I see on people’s faces when they are in love. I actually think about country songs and know what they’re talking about. They never had any meaning until the light switch was turned on with your body supplying the electricity.” This was a man that was not going to be subjugated. We were uniquely qualified to pick up the pieces of our broken hearts.