Match Point

by Chelsea Dorsette

  “Oh great,” Kelly sarcastically mumbled under her breath. Originally, Patrick was going to use the leather paddle for all eight spankings but found that he was having much more fun using them all.

  “Stand still,“ he warned. “If you move, I will have to double the amount.”

  Patrick’s cock was so stiff that it was starting to be a bit uncomfortable. He was incredibly turned on by spanking her and with every assault to her bottom, he got harder and harder. Patrick knew that if he didn’t finish spanking her soon, he might just cum all over her back. Wielding the paddle like a man on a mission, he brought it across her back side in two rapid successions. Kelly’s bottom was now beet red and getting sore, but she was incredibly turned on at the same time and needed Patrick to fuck her the minute her punishment was over.

  “OK, little lady,” Patrick said. “It’s time to wrap this up because my dick is so hard I need to get inside you. Are you ready for the last two spankings?”

  “Yes,” Kelly moaned as she prepared herself for the belt that she knew was coming. Folding the leather strap in half with each end in his hand, Patrick brought leather to flesh and gave her two resounding whips with it.

  Throwing the belt to the floor, Patrick kept the camera rolling and instructed Kelly to get up on the bed and position herself on all fours. As she did what he asked, Patrick kicked off his shoes, pants and underwear. He was so worked up that his cock head was wet and his penis was throbbing. Kneeling behind her, he first slipped his finger into her vagina and was not surprised that she was soaking wet. He was extremely pleased that getting spanked turned her on this much. “Oh my,” Patrick exclaimed. “Seems like somebody enjoyed her spanking.”

  Wasting no time, he grasped his aching penis and entered her wet, tight walls. With both hands on her hips, he pounded back and forth groaning with every thrust. As Patrick continued to take his pleasure, he stuck his thumb in his mouth to moisten it and inserted it slowly into her anus. The sensation of him pumping his thumb in and out of her butt hole while keeping the same rhythm going with his cock took Kelly right to the edge. Turning her head slightly she gasped, “God that feels amazing, but I’m about to cum all over you baby.”

  Satisfied that she was at the same brink as he was, Patrick said, “Then come to me baby, come on. I’m right with you.” Seconds later they both cried out as they fell off the edge together.

  Chapter Ten

  One of Dayan’s greatest strengths was that he was very observant. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Danielle had the hots for Patrick and he noticed how she would glare out the clubhouse window whenever Patrick was giving a lesson to Kelly. He could actually see her face get red from jealous anger and purse her lips tightly whenever she saw them together. It wasn’t long after Danielle had been hired when she and Dayan started to hook up for sex. They had immediately sensed a very dark and angry kindred spirit in one another and gravitated to each other like bees to honey. The sex between them was also very dark but it suited each of them as they both liked it rough and dirty. Dayan’s mistrust of women was equally rivaled with Danielle’s mistrust of men. Yet somehow that dynamic served them well and they didn’t care if they were just using each other to satisfy their individual appetites. It wasn’t long after Dayan and Danielle took up with each other when they realized they had something much more powerful in common than sex.

  It was revenge. During a night of heavy drinking at Casey’s Pub, Danielle told Dayan how much she wished that stupid Kelly bitch was out of the picture and how she didn’t feel that Kelly was good enough for Patrick. She was sick of being ignored by him and blamed it all on Kelly. She was absolutely convinced that if Kelly was out of the picture, she would be able to pull Patrick into her lair. Dayan completely understood her anger and resentment because he wanted Patrick gone so he could get the damn club director position that he felt he deserved. He was still reeling from losing the promotion and he wanted revenge so badly he could taste it. It was the next morning in the sober light of day, when Dayan hatched the perfect deliciously deceitful plan to get them what they both wanted. Rolling over in bed with an evil smile spread across his face, he looked at Danielle and laid out his devilish plan on how to get rid of both Kelly and Patrick for once and for all.

  ***

  The mystery book that Kelly was currently working on was taking place in Charleston, South Carolina. Charleston was only a few hours from Hilton Head and needing some inspiration and more details about the city, she invited Patrick to go with her for the weekend. Patrick loved the idea because it had been quite some time since he had been to Charleston and he knew there were many fun things to do. Prior to leaving, Kelly made all the arrangements and was excited about their weekend filled with activities. It was three o’clock on Friday afternoon and they were only a few miles away from arriving at the hotel.

  Kelly had decided to book a suite at The Andrew Pinckney Inn for a couple of reasons, which she explained to Patrick. “I love the location of this Inn because it sits right in the heart of the historic city market district. We can leave the car parked and walk everywhere.” As Patrick continued to listen Kelly continued. “Over the years this inn has been meticulously restored and it’s decorated in a West Indies style. It’s very cool. They also have a rooftop terrace overlooking the city market where we will have breakfast both mornings. I’m really excited to see the suite that I booked. It’s called the St. Philip Suite. They named it that because evidently we will be able to see St. Philip Church through the suite’s arched glass doors!” Just as Kelly finished her sentence, they reached the inn and pulled into the parking lot.

  After checking in, Patrick and Kelly headed to their suite and gasped in delight once inside. The suite was on the third floor of the inn and the view was incredible. Spread out before them were beautiful historic homes, magnificent church steeples and the Charleston harbor.

  After quickly unpacking, Patrick and Kelly decided to wander around the city market and take in the sights before dinner and the evening tour Kelly had booked for 9:00 pm. In less than five minutes after leaving the inn, they were right in the hustle and bustle of the market. The sights and smells surrounding it were intoxicating and there was so much to see. With over 100 vendors located in three open air brick buildings, Patrick and Kelly saw everything from traditional Charleston goods and artwork to jewelry and sweetgrass baskets being made by Gullah women.

  Exhausted after shopping and exploring in and around the city market, Kelly knew just what she wanted to do before heading back to the inn to change for dinner. Just across the street were horse-drawn carriages standing in line waiting to give visitors a tour around the historic district. Grabbing Patrick’s hand and pulling him across the street, Kelly said, “Come on! My feet are killing me. Let’s take a ride.” Patrick loved how enthusiastic Kelly was and let her take the lead. He was just happy to be with her and it didn’t matter to him where they went or what they did. As Patrick paid the driver Kelly hopped up into the carriage with a huge smile spread across her face.

  As they sat side by side relaxing and listening to the driver talk about the historic homes and buildings they passed, Kelly held Patrick’s hand with one hand and gently rubbed it with her other. She had fallen so hopelessly head over heels for this man that it sometimes scared her. Being here in this beautiful historic city, taking a horse and carriage ride on a beautiful October afternoon with him by her side made her feel more content than she could ever remember. She realized they had only known each other a few months, but she felt as close and connected to him as if she had been with him for years.

  With the carriage ride over, they thanked and tipped the driver and headed back to the inn to change. What Kelly didn’t know, was that during the carriage ride Patrick was barely listening to the driver because he was thinking about how attached he was becoming to Kelly and how much he wanted to get her naked and make love to her. By the time they got to their suite, Patrick had a huge hard-on and he knew there was on
ly one way he would be able to get rid of it.

  The minute the door to their room closed behind them, Patrick swept Kelly into his arms, then bent down and scooped her up. Kelly shrieked in surprise, and Patrick carried her to the bedroom while saying, “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day and I have a hard-on the size of a missile to prove it!” Kelly giggled at his description while Patrick put her back down on her feet at the side of the bed.

  Ever so gently he took off everything she was wearing while she stood watching him quietly. After taking off all of his clothes, Patrick took her by the hand and walked with her into the bathroom. Watching Patrick as he turned on the shower, Kelly could very clearly see that he wasn’t kidding about his hard-on. Pulling her into the shower they both sighed at the feel of the nice warm water sluicing over their skin. Lathering up her hands with soap, Kelly took his huge erection into both hands and started stroking him with one hand, then the other.

  “That’s it baby,” Patrick whispered. “Squeeze me hard.” As Kelly tightened her grip on his cock and continued rubbing and stroking it back and forth, Patrick placed his hands on each of her breasts and fondled them. The more he caressed and pinched her nipples, the more aroused Kelly became and she began to stroke him faster. She picked up speed, and Patrick moaned louder. Kelly could feel his shaft start to buck and twitch and knew he was just about to climax.

  Keeping up her steady rhythm she whispered, “That’s it baby, come on.” Seconds later, Patrick let out a loud final moan and his warm fluid spilled into her hand.

  The shower steam enveloped them. Patrick pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. Looking at her with a silly expression he said, “Thanks for launching the missile baby. Let’s hope nobody got hurt.”

  Bursting out laughing at his silliness Kelly replied sarcastically, “Yeah, let’s hope not. ‘Cause that missile was big and packing quite a wallop!” While they chuckled together, Patrick and Kelly took time washing each other and talking quietly about the fun afternoon they had. Kelly was so excited about the evening ahead that as she stepped out of the shower, she told Patrick about the restaurant they were going to.

  “I made a reservation for us tonight at a place called Poogan’s Porch. It’s on Queen Street which is not far from here. It’s upscale Low Country cuisine and it’s in a beautifully restored Victorian house. They also have outdoor seating so we can eat outside tonight.” Patrick was famished and liked the sound of the restaurant. He could hardly wait to get there.

  ***

  Just as they expected, dinner was fabulous. Both Kelly and Patrick feasted on she-crab soup, homemade biscuits and buttermilk fried chicken. Although she would have enjoyed hanging around the restaurant a little longer, they had their 9:00 pm Charleston Ghost and Graveyard walking tour and they had to get going. Arriving right on time where the tour was beginning, Kelly was more excited than ever as she listened to the guide introduce himself and give a brief explanation of where they would be going and what they would be seeing. The tour director explained that with more than 300 years of history, Charleston had a vast collection of true pirate stories, ghost tales based on historic events, and fascinating legends of Gullah lore. He further explained that this tour was Charleston’s only on-site tour inside the city’s oldest graveyard and although there wouldn’t be time to share all of the legends, he would tell them his favorites. For the next 90 minutes their group walked through graveyards and down alleyways of the historic district listening to ghost stories, passing by haunted houses and learning about voodoo and Low Country superstitions.

  Upon returning back to the graveyard at the end of the tour, Kelly had goose bumps and a serious case of the creeps. As the tour guide pointed to a particular tombstone, he explained, “Many have spotted the ghost of Sue Howard there. That is her dead child’s grave and she has been seen many times kneeling there and praying from the spirit world. Oh, and on a final note,” he continued, “I will leave you all tonight with this gruesome fact. Back in the day, Charleston doctors didn’t take many chances with contagious diseases. Often times, patients who fell unconscious in hospitals sometimes woke up buried alive in a grave!” Everyone gasped in horror and a chill coursed through Kelly’s body.

  As the group disbanded and left the graveyard, Patrick and Kelly stayed and poked around reading some of the headstones. Although it was October, it was a warm evening and Kelly was wearing a short denim skirt and a light blouse. Patrick couldn’t help but notice every time she bent over to read a headstone, her skirt hiked up to the bottom of her panties. Seeing her creamy bare thighs and red panties peeking out from under her skirt was turning Patrick on and he could feel the familiar tension growing in his loins. Taking a quick look around, he saw nobody else was in the graveyard and couldn’t resist having some very naughty fun with her.

  Walking up behind her as she was bending over reading a two feet thick head stone, Patrick placed his hand on the back of her thighs and started rubbing them. Kelly was so engrossed in reading the stone that she wasn’t picking up on what Patrick was doing or where this was heading. Not one to care for being ignored, Patrick reached his hand up under her skirt and within seconds had Kelly’s panties pulled down to her ankles. “What the?” Kelly cried out in surprise.

  As Patrick pushed her skirt up to her waist he scolded, “You seem to be very interested in reading these headstones. Perhaps you need to get a little closer look.”

  Reaching for both her arms, he pulled them behind her back, held her wrists together with one hand and pushed her forward with his other until she was completely draped over the headstone with her bare bottom facing up at him.

  As Kelly started to mumble a protest, Patrick interrupted her and said in a conspiratorial tone, “I think it’s time we give the ghosts a little show, don’t you?” Releasing his hand momentarily from her back, Patrick unzipped his jeans and pulled out his very aroused and swollen member. Kelly could feel the warm night air on her exposed bottom and wasn’t surprised by how cool the granite of the head stone felt against her stomach. But what she never expected to feel, was the wet arousal that was moistening her inner walls and her lady parts. Kelly was suddenly on fire by the thought of Patrick fucking her in a graveyard bent over a headstone with her wrists cuffed in his hand.

  When Patrick entered her, he could tell immediately how turned on she was by how wet and slick she felt against his cock. As he plunged further into her, he said, “I hope Sue Howard doesn’t mind sharing the graveyard with us tonight. ‘Cause I’ve got my own praying to do from your spirit world!” Kelly couldn’t help but giggle but it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was about to have an orgasm right there on this poor dead man’s headstone. She hoped that if there was a spirit world, the man whose headstone she was just about to climax all over would approve. As the eerie caw, caw, caw cries of the blackbirds echoed around them, Kelly and Patrick screamed their sweet release in the dead of the night.

  ***

  The rest of the weekend in Charleston was great fun for both Patrick and Kelly. They took a haunted jail tour of the old city jail that, back in the 1800’s, housed some of Charleston’s most infamous criminals, pirates and civil war prisoners. It is believed to be the city’s most haunted building and Kelly gravitated to its dark and sinister past. They also toured a plantation and walked along The Battery, a landmark defensive seawall and promenade famous for its stately antebellum homes.

  By the time Patrick and Kelly returned home on Sunday, they were exhausted but excited by what a good time they had. Kelly acquired a lot of information and inspiration for the mystery book she was writing so she was anxious to get back to working on it.

  As she dropped off Patrick at his condo, he gave her a long, sexy kiss and said, “I’ll see you for your lesson on Tuesday. And let’s see if you can behave this time.” Playfully sticking out her tongue at him as she drove away, Kelly knew she would have to brainstorm something to get her in trouble with him again.

 
; Chapter Eleven

  Both Dayan and Danielle knew from having worked in the clubhouse that the cash safety box at the end of the week held thousands of dollars from clothing sales and people paying cash for court time and lessons. They also knew that the owner, Jeff Michaels, emptied the cash box every Saturday morning, counted the amount against the sales receipts and made the bank deposit. The only two people to have a key to that safe box were the owner himself and Patrick.

  As luck would have it, Patrick and Kelly had come into the clubhouse after her Friday afternoon lesson to get a sports drink. When Danielle overheard Kelly telling Patrick that she would come to his condo at eight o’clock that night, Danielle’s heartbeat started racing with excitement and anticipation. Dayan and Danielle had been waiting impatiently for the perfect opportunity to execute their revenge and today they finally got their opening. Pulling out her cell phone, Danielle texted Dayan what she had heard and planned to meet him at 7:00 pm to get the drugs and review the plan one more time.

  At precisely 7:15 pm, Danielle called Patrick and asked if she could stop by quickly to review a clothing order that had confused her earlier in the day. As club director, Patrick was responsible for signing off on all purchases placed and he didn’t want to delay this order any further because the racks were getting a bit low and the more retail items that were on display, the more money they made. Agreeing to her request he told her to come on by. Five minutes later, Danielle arrived at his condo with the order form and a made up question about it. Frankly, Danielle wasn’t confused about the order at all but she needed an excuse to get into his condo before 8:00 pm to execute their plan.