Match Point

by Chelsea Dorsette

  Fortunately no one else was in the clubhouse and Patrick kept his hold on her while rubbing her back and whispering, “It’s OK baby. It’s over now. There was no way you could have known what was happening. I didn’t even know what was happening.”

  As Kelly started to calm down, she looked up with a tear-streaked face and softly said, “I hate that I didn’t trust you. And I never gave you a chance to explain what was happening. I just shut you out.”

  Supporting her chin in his hand he gave her a sly wink and with a seductive grin he responded, “Yes, all of those things are true. That was very bad of you. So I guess you’re just going to have to make it up to me.”

  Knowing full well what he was getting at, Kelly started to smile and said sheepishly, “Yes, I guess I am.”

  ***

  Everything that had gone so horribly wrong over the past weeks was now back on track and going right again. Jeff Michaels not only gave Patrick his job back as club director, but he also gave him a raise. Kelly was back in his life and all was forgiven. As Kelly stood facing Patrick across the net of the tennis court she scowled as he sent a backhand shot whizzing past her. That bastard, she thought. Getting her competitive dander up again Kelly challenged, “OK hot shot. That’s the last ball you’re getting past me for the rest of this game so don’t go getting used to it.”

  As Patrick bent over to pick up some balls he called out as he straightened back up, “Is that right? My, my, my. Aren’t we being a little over confident! Perhaps you had best put your money where your sexy little smart-ass mouth is.”

  Kelly knew she had a competitive spirit but she was not going to be one-upped by him. After thinking for a minute, she walked up to the net and challenged, “Oh, I’ll put my money where my mouth is all right. Here’s the deal. The game is now 15 all. If you get any passing shots by me during the rest of this game, then tonight I have to do anything you ask me to without question. However, if you don’t get any past me, then you have to do whatever I ask you to do. Do we have a deal?” Patrick didn’t have to think twice. He was the tennis pro and she was the student. There was no way he was going to lose this bet.

  As he walked back to the base line to continue serving, he was already brainstorming all of the dirty and naughty things he would be asking of her. Patrick had never seen a more determined look on Kelly’s face than during the following points. What he never expected, was to be a game point without a ball having passed her once. She had been dogged in her determination to win this bet and unless he didn’t make the shot during this point, not only would she win the game, but she would also win the bet. Getting serious and a little nervous, he served for the final game point. After volleying the ball back and forth a few times, Patrick saw her out of position and knew it was his chance to make the passing shot.

  Just as he eyed the exact spot where he was going to hit the ball and brought his arm back to make the shot, Amy, his young student who was riding her bike past the court yelled out, “Hi Patrick! I’m almost ready for my lesson!” Breaking his concentration, the shot went right into the net. Kelly let out a loud whoop for joy and danced around in place waving her tennis racquet in victory. Patrick was not a bad sport, but he found his ego a bit out of joint knowing that Kelly had not only won the game, but the bet as well. He didn’t know what exactly she had in store for him tonight, but he guessed he would find out soon enough.

  At 7:00 pm, Patrick pulled into her condo development to pick Kelly up. As she jumped in the car she said, “I’d like to have dinner at Santa Fe tonight.” She loved the simple but upscale Mexican food they served and it was a perfect night to sit on their rooftop terrace. Knowing that he had to do everything she asked, he nodded his head and drove to the restaurant. “Oh and by the way,” she said sweetly. “You have to pay.” Patrick was completely amused and knew she was going to milk this bet until there was no more left to squeeze from the cow.

  After a delightful dinner, Kelly said as they were walking out the restaurant door, “Let’s go miniature golfing again.” Patrick liked that idea and hoped that another bet would be made in his favor. But as soon as they were standing at the first hole, Kelly said in a matter of fact manner, “Oh, I forgot to mention. You have to lose.” As he looked down at her with an incredulous look on his face, Kelly gave him a self satisfied smile and said coyly, “Sorry babe. A bet’s a bet. It’s now your turn to pay.” She couldn’t help burst out laughing at the horror on his face, knowing he was going to have to throw the game. It tickled her to no end because she knew he was competitive too and purposely losing was going to ruffle his feathers. Sure enough, Patrick held true to his bet and lost the round, but only by one putt. After all, he had to retain some of his dignity and assuage his fractured ego.

  As Patrick and Kelly got into the car and drove back to her condo, she could see that he was still a bit miffed about having to lose. She thought the slightly sulking look on his face was so adorable. Determined to distract him and take his mind off the golf, Kelly unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over to the driver’s side and unzipped his pants. As she reached into his crotch and pulled out his penis she said, “I’ve got just the thing to cheer you up.” Within seconds, she was leaning over his lap and circling her lips around his smooth cock head and cleft.

  Patrick couldn’t believe he was getting a blow job while trying to drive and said as much. “Good god, woman. You’re going to get us into a wreck.” But that didn’t stop Kelly.

  As her wet mouth sucked on him, she also stroked the base of his shaft with her hand. As her lips and tongue swirled around his member, she could feel him getting bigger and harder. Hearing the car come to a stop, Kelly knew exactly what stop light they were at and knew they’d be back to the condo within five minutes.

  What Kelly didn’t know, was that a truck had pulled up right next to them at the light. When the driver of the truck casually glanced down into their car, he took a double take when he realized what was going on. Patrick knew the man was getting a full view of his blow job, and just kept looking straight out the windshield like nothing unusual was happening. Patrick knew the guy was probably jealous as hell and that secretly made him feel delightfully virile. Just as the light turned green, Patrick could feel his cock turning urgent in its need for release. Stepping on the gas, he switched lanes, pulled into a church parking lot, slammed the car into park, let out a long, low moan and climaxed all over his lap and onto Kelly’s hand.

  Taking a few minutes with his eyes closed to catch his breath, Patrick heard Kelly sit up and buckle her seat belt. Turning to face her he said in a low, threatening tone, “You are certainly doing a wonderful job taking advantage of me tonight. But come tomorrow, you are going to pay for your mischievous behavior.”

  Kelly just chuckled and replied, “That very well may be, but the night is still young. So get driving. I have more in store for you.” Tucking his flaccid member back into his pants, Patrick zipped them up and pulled back out into the road.

  Kelly knew they would be coming back to her place so she had just the right mood lighting on, some wine chilling and a CD set up in the disc player. As she busied herself pouring the wine and putting on the music, Patrick sat back on the couch casually observing her and wondering what her demands might be. He had total confidence that there would be nothing she would ask of him that he didn’t either know how to do, or want to do.

  After fifteen minutes of sipping wine and talking, Kelly disappeared into her bedroom and slipped on a blood red negligee with matching red high heels. She wanted to look sexy, but a bit wanton at the same time and the outfit hit the mark perfectly. Reaching into her top drawer, she pulled out four velcro restraints. Although she and Patrick had done many sexy things together, they had not used restraints yet and she wanted to be bound up. In addition to the restraints, she pulled out a leather paddle that she had purchased recently at the local sex toy shop. This particular paddle was soft on one side and hard on the other. Although there were many to choose from at the
store, Kelly was into sexy spankings. She knew some couples found harder discipline spankings to be arousing, but she loved the playful spankings with just the right amount of sting to be very erotic and stimulating. This particular paddle was perfect because it could be used lightly on her breasts or a bit harder on her bottom.

  When Patrick looked up as she returned to the living room, he was both shocked and delighted. The sexy red outfit had his cock starting to twitch all over again and he could see that she was holding an unfamiliar paddle and something else in her hands. As Kelly stopped right in front of him, she casually tossed both the paddle and the restraints down beside him on the couch so he could see exactly what she had in mind.

  Kelly couldn’t have rocked Patrick’s world any more thoroughly than she was right now and he was completely mesmerized and turned on by what he knew was to follow. Standing up, he took her into his arms and kissed her with heat and passion, which Kelly returned with the same intensity and need. She could feel her nipples start to prick forward and a warm sensation spreading between her legs.

  Finally breaking from their heated kiss, Kelly reminded Patrick, “Don’t forget. You have to do everything I say. Are you ready?” Patrick just stared at her as if to say, Are you kidding me? I’ve been ready for hours!

  “First,” Kelly instructed, “I need you to pull the dining room table away from being under the chandelier.” As Patrick moved the table away he moved the chairs along with it. Positioning herself under the chandelier, Kelly looked up at it and directed, “I want you to secure my wrists to it.” All of a sudden Patrick’s body started to heat up as he realized what she wanted to do. He couldn’t grab the restraints fast enough. As she stretched her arms up over her head, Patrick secured her to it. Kelly was the perfect height to be able to be strung up to the light fixture while not having to pull down on it.

  Giving Patrick a sexy smile, she spread her legs apart and directed, “Put a chair next to the outside of each of my legs.” As Patrick positioned the chairs, he grabbed the remaining two restraints and tied her ankles to the chair legs. He was absolutely blown away by how she brainstormed this sexy scenario and he marveled at her imagination. He was coming out of his skin staring at her tied up this way in her skimpy red negligee and his cock was busting out of his jeans.

  Eyeing him up and down Kelly ordered, “Take everything off except your jeans.” Patrick was intrigued and suddenly wished he had leather pants. He knew instinctively that Kelly wanted to play dominant-submissive but thankfully his stone washed jeans were pretty tight and should do the trick. After taking off everything but his jeans, he stood before her and awaited her next instruction. Kelly was completely aroused by this scenario and was at a complete loss to think straight any more. Handing the reigns over to Patrick she said, “I’m all yours. You may do anything that pleases you.”

  Patrick was beyond thrilled with this idea and began by just circling around her thinking of what he’d like to do first. The anticipation was killing her but she stayed silent. Kelly just watched as he passed before her as he circled her a few times. Finally stopping in front of her, Patrick slowly placed his hand between her thighs and inserted two fingers inside her pussy. She could feel by how easily his fingers slid into her that she was soaking wet. As he took his time probing his fingers in and out, he breathed, “You’re pretty wet now. Let’s see if we can get you even wetter.”

  After a few moments of finger fucking her, he pulled his fingers out completely, walked over the couch and picked up the paddle. Returning to stand before her, Patrick raised the paddle to her breasts and began slapping them with the soft side. Kelly’s head fell back with total abandon as he teased her nipples and mounds with it. Her nipples grew bright red and hard as pebbles as he gently slapped them and she couldn’t stop moaning his name. As Patrick teased and toyed with each breast with the leather toy, he pinched her other nipple with his free hand. Kelly was breathless and ached for him. If she hadn’t been trussed up, she would have jumped him right then and there. It was sweet agony but prolonging their love making was also intoxicating.

  Seeing that Kelly’s breasts and nipples were red as apples, Patrick moved around behind her. Her negligee was very short and fell right at the top of her thighs. Because it was so sheer, he had no need to move the fabric away. Turning the flogger around to the leather side, Patrick took two steps back and gave her left cheek a resounding slap. Kelly loved the sound of leather on flesh. It turned her on every bit as much as actually being spanked. Again and again, Patrick spanked her bottom, rotating from one cheek to the next and landing the paddle on both cheeks at the same time. If Patrick even so much as touched her clit, she would have cum immediately. She could feel her lower lips throbbing and she knew he was achieving just what he set out to do: to make her wetter.

  Listening to her moaning and seeing her writhing as much as the restraints would allow, Patrick asked, “You like this baby, don’t you? You like me spanking your sweet little ass.”

  All Kelly could mutter in response was, “Yes, I love what you’re doing to me.”

  After sufficiently making her bottom beet red, Patrick came around to her front again. But instead of playing with her breasts, he took the paddle and slapped it gently against her bare pussy triangle. Kelly gasped at the sensation. She had never experienced being touched there with anything other than a hand or mouth. Patrick was working her up into a frenzy like nothing she had ever felt before. Just when she thought he was finished teasing her body, Patrick twisted his wrist just a bit, lowered his arm and with a gentle upward motion, started slapping the paddle against her swollen and throbbing lips and clit. Patrick had perfect access to her vagina because her legs were wide apart and restrained and he took full advantage of that.

  “Oh my God,” Kelly cried. “I’m going to cum.” That was exactly what Patrick wanted to hear. He knew her clit was aching by how wet she was and he wanted to give her a new sexual experience that she never had before. Taking his time, he alternated from slapping the paddle on her engorged lips and rubbing it in a circular motion over her clit. Kelly had reached her boiling over point. All it took was one final slap of the paddle against her clit and she screamed out as the most intense orgasm exploded through her.

  As Patrick released Kelly from the last restraint, all he wanted to do was pull her down to the floor and screw her. But he remembered that tonight he had to do everything she asked. Wrapping her into his arms he whispered, “What’s it gonna be now, baby? You’re running the show and I’m at your command.”

  Kelly giggled and replied, “I think I could get used to this!” Patrick just looked at her with a Not a chance in hell expression as he waited for her next directive. Taking his hand, Kelly walked him over to the couch and told him to take off his jeans, sit down and spread his legs. As he did as she asked, Kelly dropped down to the floor on her knees between his legs and proceeded to make love to his shaft with her mouth. It was much more comfortable for both of them this time, versus when they were in the car and Kelly took her slow, sweet time giving him oral pleasure. She loved hearing his moans every time she took him deep to the top of her throat and then pulled slowly back with her lips firmly around him. As she continued to lick and suck his cock, she massaged and fondled his sac while tormenting him with her mouth.

  “That’s it baby,” Patrick cooed. “Take it deep. That feels so good.” It wasn’t long until Kelly knew Patrick was getting close to cumming.

  Lifting her head up from his lap, she stood up, turned around and sat back down on his lap while inserting his manhood into her heat. Riding him reverse cowboy, she pumped him fast and hard until he cried out and she could feel his warm fluids fill her up.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Every year, the Palmetto Dunes Tennis Center hosts a tournament for all the tennis instructors on the island. It’s a friendly competition between instructors from all of the tennis centers and they sell tickets to spectators and hold it as a fundraiser. People from the area love to
attend this annual event because the level of play is extremely high and the matches are exciting.

  Patrick had spent the better part of three months organizing this year’s event and it was now finally here. As usual, there would be a winner for the doubles matches and a winner for the singles. This year, the prize for the winners would be an all expenses paid week long trip for two to Aspen, Colorado. Each club donates money for the trips so they don’t have to pay for the prizes from the money raised for the fundraiser. Patrick was exceptionally pleased about how all the planning was finally done and everything had gone smoothly. All of the catering was set up for the three day event and they had sold a record number of tickets. The icing on the cake was that the weather was supposed to be perfect all weekend.

  Kelly was really looking forward to watching Patrick play. He would only be out of the competition if he lost a match. If he kept winning, he would play all through the weekend. Kelly was secretly hoping he would win because she knew he would take her with him to Aspen and she was dying to go. It was fun for Kelly seeing the instructors talk smack to each other in between points. It was obvious that many of the instructors knew each other even if they worked at different clubs. It was equally as obvious that they all liked one another and had played against each other many times before. There were shout outs by some instructors wanting revenge on the other from losing the past year, to some instructors getting ribbed for their unorthodox shots. But it was all good natured and got howls of laughter from the spectators.