“Do you trust me?” Jason whispered quite matter-of-factly. I nodded, but did not speak. I thought it an odd question. He had never given me reason to do otherwise, yet the fact that he felt compelled to ask left me intrigued and only slightly uneasy.
“Then I have a game for us.” It wasn’t a question. Jason expected me to play.
“Close your eyes,” he continued, circling around me as I acquiesced. He traced the outline of my waist with his two fingers as he walked, pausing before me to run his fingers along the buttons of my sweater. He unbuttoned each of them slowly as if teasing me. I could feel the cool air rush in against my skin and in an instant I was blanketed in a coat of gooseflesh, beginning to tremble though I’m not sure if it was a result of the cold air or the nervous anticipation that was seeping into my core.
“You’re shaking,” he observed. I nodded, but did not speak. My eyes remained closed.
Jason pulled the sweater over my shoulders and tossed it aside. He reached around to unhook my bra, pressing his torso against mine as he did so. I could feel his erection pushing against me. My mouth opened to accept a kiss that remained elusive. I was hungry for it, which is exactly what he wanted. He removed my skirt and panties next, tossing them on top of my sweater. I was left standing in four-inch heels and goose bumps.
“Sit,” he commanded, gently pushing me into one of his dining chairs. It felt cold against my bare legs and bottom. After a few seconds, he knelt behind me, tethering each of my wrists to the chair. He did the same with my ankles. This was a game we’d never played, a game we’d never discussed. He was taking liberties yet somehow I felt I could trust him. I had told him as much when he asked. My trembling grew more ferocious and my breathing more shallow. Jason stood behind me, running his palms over my shoulders until they came to rest across each breast where his touch became more urgent. He pinched each nipple until the sensation was almost more than I could bear, stopping just short of causing me physical pain. I groaned.
He pulled another scarf from his pocket and tied this one around my eyes. “Here’s how the game is played,” he began. “I’m spreading ten cards on the table in front of you. Each one contains a sexual act that I will perform on you. You will randomly choose a series of cards by calling out a number between one and ten. You will not know what is on the card you have chosen, until you feel me doing it to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Pick a card,” he began without hesitation.
“Nine,” I chose without even thinking about it.
His breath came quickly against my inner thighs, hot and moist. His whiskers scratched at my flesh as he ran his lips and tongue along my skin. I whimpered and tensed but he kept going, stopping just short of my pussy, which was wracked with a deliciously twisted spasm, up one thigh and down the other without ever touching my screaming cunt. He bit lightly against my right knee before pulling away.
“Pick another card.”
Yes! Yes! My brain silently shrieked as I eagerly called for number seven.
His teeth clamped down on my left nipple, pulling it between his teeth and nibbling lightly on it before dragging his tongue over my shivering skin to the right and repeating the pleasurably painful act. He spent a time running his lips and tongue between both breasts, savoring each as if they were delicacies to be savored.
“Pick again,” he breathlessly instructed.
“Three.”
I heard him unzip his pants and his belt buckle hit the floor. His breathing began to escalate and a long, drawn out hiss escaped his lips. He groaned and moved closer to me, close enough that I could feel his arm moving and his hips rocking. He was touching himself.
“Do you know what I’m doing?” he asked breathlessly. There was no mistaking it and the mere thought of it made me rabid with desire.
“Yes,” I answered, licking my lips eagerly.
“It feels so good…my warm hand wrapped around my cock. It’s so hard…it fucking hurts…so bad…seeing you tied up and naked (he moaned)…nothing would give me more pleasure right now...” he leaned in toward my ear and whispered,…”than to stick this in you and fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
Sweet fucking Christ. What did he want me to say? I was speechless. He had never spoken to me like this, with such desire and urgency. My cunt swelled and I could feel the warm, wet tapestry of my burgeoning desire spreading onto my thighs.
“Pick a card.”
“Two.”
Jason pushed my chair toward the table and knelt on it in front of me. “Open your mouth.”
Within moments my lips were pressed against the glistening tip of his cock as he painted his precum across them like lipstick. I licked my lips to savor his salty juices. He pushed his hips toward me, pressing his cock deeper into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commanded, “suck my cock until I tell you to stop.”
My lips closed and I pulsed my cheeks and tongue around him, moving slowly up and down his rock hard shaft. I could taste him leaking into my throat. I would have reached for his balls, but I remained tied to the chair, completely at his mercy. He rocked his hips gently at first, then with a growing desire that nearly choked me as his cock hit the back of my throat. He breathed deeply and rapidly and his hands held the back of my head, tangling in my hair, and pushing me as deeply onto his shaft as I could go. The seat beneath me was slick with my own juices. I began to struggle against my tethers. I wanted to be free to touch him, to push him onto his back and fuck him right there on the dining room table, but it was no use. I was hopelessly bound and Jason remained in charge. He began to pant and squeal. I felt his body grow rigid and I knew the end was near. I sucked harder with deliberate intent. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum, but at the last moment, he pulled away from me.
“No!” I cried out. As he collected his resolve, he said only one thing, “Pick a card.”
“Oh fuck, me…” I hissed with frustration. “Six.”
“Open your legs.”
I slid my thighs apart as best I could, given that my ankles remained bound, and once again, I sensed Jason on his knees before me. This time, instead of his lips and tongue, it was his fingers that painted the inside of my thighs. He tickled his way up the left side, lightly squeezing, and paused just before my engorged cunt. He leaned in, hovering inches before my face and whispered, “do I make you wet, Jayne?”
“Fuck yes.” My voice dribbled out in a pathetic, barely audible fashion. I felt on the verge of desperate tears. My pussy was literally burning, aching so badly it felt as if it were dilating and ripping me apart but the pain was delicious and intoxicating, a pain I came to crave, a pain for which I was not too proud to beg.
He pressed two fingers against me and began to rub my clitoris. A forceful grunt escaped my throat and I slid my hips forward hoping his fingers would push harder against me.
“Do you like that?”
I nodded.
“Do you want more?”
I nodded again.
“Do you want to feel them inside you?”
I couldn’t speak. I did want to feel that, but the sensation of having my clit stroked was bringing me perilously close to the edge and I wanted to ride the wave of pleasure that has consumed me.
“No?” he asked. “You would rather I keep touching you like this?”
I nodded, refusing him permission to stop.
“Do you want me to make you cum like this? Should I rub your cunt until you explode?”
Tiny squeals spilled forth from me that I could not control. I rocked my hips spontaneously, sliding in my own juices across the wooden seat.
“Jayne,” he whispered as he stroked me, “Jayne…”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Pick…a…card.” He drew back his hand and I could hear him sucking the taste of me off of his fingers.
“Six. Six. Six!” I begged, trying to coax him into returning to the clit-rubbing card.
“No ma’am,” he replied. “We’ve already done that one. Choose a new card.” He was torturing me. My insides churned, my nipples were rock hard and my pussy had been transformed into a deep, wet, fragrant pool into which I wanted him to plunge, forcefully and immediately. My brain was swimming with uncertainty. How could I possibly know which card to pick? Each thing he did to me was enormously erotic but it was the clit stroking that had gripped me, twisted me and forced me into pre-orgasmic fits.
“One.”
He untied me from the chair but left the tethers attached to my wrists and ankles. “Stand up.”
I did as he instructed though my legs felt weak and unsteady.
“Turn around and lay back onto the table.”
He tied the tethers to the table legs, leaving me spread eagle and completely vulnerable yet instead of apprehension, I felt exhilarated, eagerly awaiting his next move. The aroma of lavender filled the air and I could hear Jason sliding his palms together as if warming oil or lotion between them. His slick hands were soon traversing the landscape of my exposed flesh, gliding from the soles of my feet to my hips and back again. His hands were strong and his grip firm as he massaged my ravenous body. His hands ventured up to my stomach and breasts, leaving a slippery trail of scented oil on my skin.
“Choose number seven,” he whispered.
“Okay. Seven.”
Soon Jason was draped across me, sliding his body over mine, the wiry hairs of his chest scratching at me. His breath was shallow in my ear and his words fell forth haltingly.
“My cock…is aching…for…you.” He reached between us and began stroking my clit again, sending me into fits of hyperventilation.
“I want to fuck you so bad. You’re legs are open. You’re at my mercy. I want to do bad things to you, Jayne. What do you think about that?”
“What are you waiting for?” My response was firm. I wanted him to fuck me.
He reached up and pushed the blindfold from my eyes, staring at me while he rubbed the head of his cock against my wet, swollen slit.
“Are you ready?” he teased, drawing out the exquisite pain. My pussy desperately clutched at him, trying to draw him inside.
“Yes. Please. Stop teasing me,” I whimpered. “Just fuck me.” I stared straight into his eyes as I begged and at last he plunged into me, effortlessly finding my cum-spot and repeatedly banging against it. He reached over my head and untied my wrists, allowing me to throw my arms around him.
“My legs too. Untie my legs.”
He had to pull out of me to do it. I could feel the juices flowing out of me. My thighs, belly and pelvis were coated with the liquid -desire that had been pooling from me since our game began. He freed me and quickly returned to his rightful place on top of me. I threw my legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he ground his cock against my g-spot. We panted in time like animals in heat, hungrily fucking, kissing, and stroking each other until at last Jason held his breath and shuddered against me.
“Oh, God. Jason, please,” I pleaded, wanting him not to cum until I was ready. But it was too late. I could feel his cock dancing inside of me and his body wracked with sweet release. Beads of sweat rolled from his brow, falling onto my hair and face. I might have thought the game had played itself out for him, but Jason wasn’t that heartless. My pleasure was every bit as important to him as his own.
After planting a brief kiss on the tip of my nose he headed south for a sweet feast directed, as it turns out, by a card I hadn’t even chosen. I soon discovered the tantalizing joys of card number eight as Jason set to work on devouring my still-hungry cunt. His full lips pressed firmly against me though the sucking came softly. It was as if his life depended upon this incredibly primal act, or perhaps it was my life that depended upon it. I pushed my hips forth to meet him and signal that I was ready for more, for something harder and more forceful. I wanted to rock the table with my explosion. He flicked back and forth across my fully engorged clit with the underside of his tongue and all was lost. I gave up any hope of drawing out the pleasure and instead surrendered to it, to him and to his wicked game, shuddering against the wooden table with a ferocity that took me by surprise. He rose to kiss me. I could taste myself on his mouth and I liked it.
I never realized that I enjoyed playing games but this was one game for which I would make an exception. My mind was already constructing ideas for erotic cards of my own and before the planning had truly begun, I found myself seductively whispering into Jason’s ear an invitation to game night at my house, an evening on my terms, where I could subject him to my whims and inflict the decadent torture upon him to which he had so magically subjected me.
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4:51 pm Monday, 15th October, 2012
nicely written, very erotic, my kinda woman |
