Playing for Keeps (8 page)

Matt crossed to stand behind her. He pulled on her hair to lift her face up and efficiently tied a mask over her eyes. Deprivation of one sense, in this case sight, always, but always resulted in heightening of the other senses. Her senses of hearing, touch, taste and smell would become more acute. He really hoped his kitten was going to enjoy herself.

“Do not move, do not talk unless I ask you a question.” He walked around her prone position, his fingers trailing sensuously over her skin. “If you talk,” he continued, “I will have to gag you and I really don’t want to do that – I want to hear you scream!”

She gave a low whimper as she tried in vain to raise her arms. He could imagine what she was thinking. What was he planning to do? Why would she scream? Pain or pleasure?

Dean and Jake gave him wide grins as they crept out.

Punishment time! He was going to play with her mind. He knew her imagination would be in overdrive. Perhaps he would feed that wicked imagination of hers. It would teach her a lesson – never to disobey him again. Christ, he was turning into a bastard. All the same, he was looking forward to driving her mad.

He removed his waistcoat, she wouldn’t know if it was him or one of the others touching her that way. Cupping her ass in his hands, he molded her cheeks and squeezed as he leant over her back and kissed her nape.

“Relax, kitten, you really will enjoy this punishment!” He was glad she was blindfolded and couldn’t see his face. She did relax as she realized that it was him at her back.

He massaged her shoulders gently, rubbed up and down her arms; he whispered how gorgeous she was in her ear. He told her how much he had loved watching her come, although and despite the fact that she had disobeyed him. Her skin was satin soft and the smell of her perfume teased at his nostrils, as he stroked his hands slowly down her back, working his way to her ass in soft gentle swirls. She relaxed under him as her fear subsided. His fingers worked lower and he took a step back to admire the view. She was fully exposed, her cunt and asshole his for the taking. He slipped his fingers between her legs where she was already wet and stroked up and down on her clit. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her up to the hilt, pumping them fast, as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. Christ, she was drenched. Her inner muscles clenched and pulled at his fingers. He couldn’t contain his groan of desire as he thought of sheathing himself within her heat. But first, she had to learn who wore the trousers in this relationship. It was time to up the tension.

Her limbs were twitching and her inner muscles were now clenched tight around his fingers. She was so close to coming, the frustration of not being able to move, to close her legs around his fingers must be driving her mad. She was moaning in the back of her throat and thrashing her head from side to side. Let’s see what she makes of this!

He leant over her, “Enjoying that kitten? Feel good?”

“Hmm ……oh yes. Yes Master.” Her voice was husky with need, and he loved that he had brought her pleasure.

He stood up and stepped away from her, as he wondered how she would react to his next move.

He pretended that the other Doms were still in the room with them, as he invited, “Dean, she’s so creamy. I bet she tastes sweet, help yourself to a sample.”

Cassie froze at his words. Oh, God. No, no, no. Surely he wasn’t going to let them touch her. Overcome by panic she fought against her restraints. No matter how much she struggled they held tight and she couldn’t escape.

She felt a rush of hot breath against her pussy before a rough textured tongue started lapping her from top to bottom. The sensation was incredible and she fought against her rising excitement. Oh shit. She was going to kill Matt when she got free.

She tried to think of something, anything to prevent her being turned on by the other man tonguing her pussy. Times tables, she would recite her times tables. Frantically she tried. Her mind went blank. It wasn’t working! The unknown assailant at her rear was slowing licking between her folds. His tongue stabbed into her at regular intervals, curling around her clit. Driving her mad! As much as she tried to fight it, sensation was building, it was so good, she couldn’t resist. Fingers plunged inside, curled, and stroked her G-spot as the tongue kept lapping her. Lips clamped around her clit and sucked hard. She couldn’t contain herself any longer. She screamed as she climaxed and her cum was eagerly lapped from her pussy.

She was mortified. She could not believe that she had let herself be brought to climax by someone she didn’t know. Mortification turned to guilt. What the hell would Matt think of her now? She was overcome with shame and tears soaked her blindfold.

“Did I say you were allowed to come?”

Oh, shit! He didn’t sound in the least bit pleased!

“Answer me, slave,” he commanded. “Did I give you permission to come?”

“No, Master.” Cassie panted still trying to get her breathing back under control. That was twice tonight she had come without his permission, and the second time was with another man. She quivered in trepidation at what course of action he would take now.

“For disobeying me for a second time in as many hours, I am going to flog you. Five strokes and you will count them out.” He continued as if his announcement was nothing out of the ordinary. “If you miss a count I will add another stroke.” Her backside stung as she felt the first firm slap on her bare behind.

Ouch… The slap was harder than she thought it was going to be. When he rubbed over the cheek he had just slapped, she felt the sting and warmth rushed over her heated flesh… Not bad, not half as bad as I expected. I can manage that.

Matt stroked the short leather flogger in his hand. The Dungeon Masters had given him lessons in how to use it properly; how to strike her only fleetingly in order that she felt a short, sharp stroke which would warm her behind but not cause any lasting damage. If she was as submissive as he thought, then it would also warm her pussy and have her creaming up nicely, ready for him again.

He was apprehensive about using the flogger, as he didn’t know how she was going to react. Before he chickened out and changed his mind, he brought the flogger down swiftly on her left cheek.

She gasped and he watched, in the mirror opposite, as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She would have known he hadn’t used his hand, and that she would feel the sting of the leather flogger. Was she wondering what was coming next?

“Count, kitten.”

“One Master.” she gasped.

He brought the flogger down again on her other cheek.

“Two Master.” She panted.

Again.

“Three Master.”

Her backside was red and the thin strips of leather had left thin raised welts on her skin. He paused in his flogging and rubbed his hands over her backside, kneading and caressing the cheeks outwards, almost as if he was trying to rub the marks out. His thumbs worked lower and caressed between her labia, up and inside her moist folds, which were warm and pulsing; she was soaking wet. There was no doubt in his mind now; she had a submissive personality.

He administered the fourth stroke quickly wanting it done and over with. He knew that as her Dom, he had to punish her, but nothing in the rulebook said he had to like it.

“Four, Master,” her voice trembled. He walked around to stand in front of Cassie; her blindfold was soaked with tears. His hands stroked her hair back from her face; he leant down and kissed her gently, “So brave little one, so good,” he told her, “it will soon be over. Last stroke coming up.”

He watched as she tensed, waiting for it. He rubbed her backside, slipping his fingers down and around her clit at the same time. He couldn’t believe she was being turned on when her backside must be hurting so much. He wanted to forget the last stroke, and just fuck her! He was surprised she wasn’t screaming at him.

On the last stroke, he had brought the flogger down swiftly between the cheeks of her ass and flicked her mound. According to Dean, the sharp sting to her most sensitive area would heighten her pleasure. He only hoped Dean was correct; otherwise, he was going to be in a whole lot of trouble.

“Count!”

“Five, Master,” she bit out through gritted teeth.

Matt threw the flogger aside, overcome with the need to comfort her now that the punishment was over. He leaned over her from behind, the silk of his pants and his erection rubbing up against her bright red ass. Her backside radiated heat and he felt guilty. He calmed her with strong, slow caresses that travelled up her spine, around her neck and shoulders. He massaged her gently, calmed her tears.

“Punishment over for tonight sweetheart,” he told her. “Only pleasure from now on in.” He returned to stroking her ass cheeks, blowing gently as if trying to cool them. This had the opposite effect; he knew his cool breath would make her cheeks feel hotter. He hoped that her cunt would be throbbing with need and her clit aching for his touch.

“Touch me …. Please, Master, touch me,” she begged.

He had told her not to talk, but how could he resist when she begged so nicely?

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to touch me.” She was almost incoherent with need, her words low and husky.

“You will have to be more specific.”

Christ, he was being a bastard. She would likely want to kill him when she got free.

“Please,” she paused, took a deep breath. “I want you to stroke my clit; I want your fingers in me. I want you to fuck me hard. Is that specific enough for you Master?” she bit out clearly annoyed with him now.

He had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. Wow, was she worked up.

“How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” He was openly laughing now, loving the way she was begging for him to fuck her, loving the fact that she was so turned on the juices from her pussy where running down the inside of her thighs.

Matt quickly unfastened the leather bracelets and anklets from the stool. He rubbed her arms gently ensuring she was unharmed before removing the restraining strap that was holding her down.

He pulled her up and cradled her solidly against his chest. Her red backside was neatly nestled into his pelvis, held tight against his throbbing cock. With one hand, he removed her blindfold before lifting her into his arms. With her nestled in his arms, he strode over to the divan in the center of the room where he unceremoniously dumped her, before he followed her down and pinned her with his weight.

“Now, my sweet slave,” he told her, “now, I am going to fuck you senseless.”

“Oh, thank you, God, oh yes!” Cassie’s excited cries spurred him on. As she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck he caught hold of her by the wrists and forced both hands above her head. Her lower limbs were trapped beneath his as he lifted himself up, resting on his elbows to look down into her flushed face. God, she was magnificent when aroused. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were fevered with passion. Passion for him. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her so worked up.

“In future, you will only ever come for me!” he told her sternly, continuing with the mind fuck.

It was as if she didn’t hear or understand what he had said at first, then, as if she had realized just what he had said, her eyes closed and she blushed in apparent embarrassment. He watched, fascinated with the red stain, as it spread slowly up her chest and across her cheeks. He couldn’t believe she had fallen for his trick; that she really believed he had let Dean go down on her. Did she think he would let another man touch her? No way was that ever going to happen.

He needed to make sure she understood exactly what he meant. “There will be no other sexual partners, for either of us. This will be a monogamous relationship.”

“I didn’t set some other woman on you.” Cassie replied, daring to look him in the face. Yup, she was definitely pissed at him.

“And I didn’t let some other man loose on you either kitten. I have been the only one to touch you all night.” He grinned broadly. “You need to give that imagination of yours a rest.” He laughed as he leaned down and kissed her slowly.

“I would kill any man that touched you. You are mine,” he murmured. She looked at him puzzled. He knew the exact moment the penny dropped and she realized he had tricked her.

She let out a scream as she tried to rise up against him and push him off her. It was a good thing he had her pinned down or else she would have done damage to his manhood.

“Keep still or you will be punished,” he said firmly.

She stopped struggling at his command. He reached above her head, to stretch her arms toward the top of the divan, where he commenced to fasten the leather bracelets together by threading a silk scarf through the two and securing the scarf to hooks on the divan. With her arms secured he sat astride her thighs, pinning her legs to the bed.

She was glorious with her ample breasts pushed upwards toward him. The clamps still attached to her dusky nipples kept them pointed upwards and erect. Her auburn hair fanned out around her face on the pillows and her eyes were glazed with passion. He reached down to cup her mound. She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he ran two fingers along the inside of her labia, near but not quite touching her swollen clit. His cock was twitching and striving to break free of his pants; he couldn’t wait much longer to be inside her. But, he reminded himself, tonight was for her. Her pleasure came before his.

She rolled her hips making an obvious attempt to get closer to his fingers, trying to get him to touch her clit. He adjusted his position to hold her more firmly, as his fingers carried on stroking, faster and faster, each stroke just catching her now rigid clit.

“Please… oh please,” she begged, “I need to come.” Her breath hitched as she screamed at him, “Matt, I need to come!” She was panting, her gasps growing louder as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Soon, sweetheart. Soon.” He soothed her in a whisper.

Matt couldn’t wait any more; he yanked down his pants and slid his body down so that they were aligned hip to hip. She cradled his erection against her pelvis, grinding her mound against him, enticing him beyond all else. He reached under her to cup her buttocks, lifted her towards him and plunged straight into her, right up to his balls. Christ, she was so wet, so hot. He hoped he could last long enough to bring her to climax again.