The Game

As promised, part two. Enjoy!! Thanks meadows for hanging on...gotta love a faithful fan!!

A/N: Minor editting and preparation for the next chapter.
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When I got there, I noticed Ken had struck yet again. My car had been moved to the covered space behind the shed. There was a cooler, with wheels, loaded with water, beer and fresh fruit sitting next to it with a note attached to the handle: ‘Sweets, this is for you. Please be careful and call me first thing when you get back. If I don’t hear from you by Monday, I will hunt you down. Love always, Ken.’ I pulled the basket out of the car; luckily, there wasn’t anything perishable. I dragged the cooler to the center of the tree circle and picked up my duffel bag. I walked back to where I had Col tied up.

Col had tried to get himself down but to no avail. I left the cooler near the tree and gathered a bunch of large rocks. I used them to form a circle around a shallow hole I dug in the ground. I moved around the hollow and gathered wood for a fire. It was getting dark and I thought it might get a little chilly. I moved over to where Col remained bound and dangling. “Pay attention; I will not repeat myself.” I commanded.

“I’m going to let you get a little comfortable. Hold your arms out when I let you down. The second you touch the ground, stand up and move backwards towards the tree; don’t do anything else or you’ll be ever so sorry.” I unbound his hands. I pulled the rope loose from the tree and braced one foot against it. Slowly, Col was lowered to the ground and he caught himself with his hands. He stood slowly and moved backwards until he touched the tree.

“Good boy…be nice and you may get a treat.” I cooed. “Lift your hands over your head,” I ordered as I removed the loop from around his ankle. I moved quickly and slipped the loop over his wrists. I jerked the rope, hard, and forced him to his toes. He made an interesting picture, strung up on the tree. I reached down the side of my boot and pulled out my serrated hunting knife. I held the knife under his nose and turned the blade so the fading light moved like liquid burning gold across the metal. Using the tip, I slowly started to cut the buttons off the shirt. I then proceeded to slice the uniform top off his body. When the top was in shreds, I moved to cut away some of the branches and created an unobstructed view. I walked to the shallow pit and built a fire.

When the fire was done to my satisfaction, I went to the ice chest and pulled out a pear. I bit into it and juice ran down my chin, on to my grubby top. I smiled as Col’s jaw dropped to his chest; he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since we got out to the property. I pulled out a bottle of water from the chest and walked back towards the tree. I opened it and allowed Col to drink; I kept him from drinking too fast and getting sick. When he was done, I dropped the bottle and ripped the remains of the shirt from his body. His skin was covered with quarter-sized welts, courtesy of my paint-ball pistol. I leaned forward and licked a path that connected one welt to another. I smiled, as I tasted a mix of sweat, dirt and musk on his skin; he gasped with pleasure. I reached for my knife again and slowly dragged the tip across bare skin. I pressed the blade against the flesh of his neck and drew a bead of blood; I smeared it across the tip. As I turned away from him, I licked the tip clean.

“When you play dirty, I play dirty. You knew that I was frustrated that day in the library. Then, to add insult to injury, Ken caught us. I hate being caught, for any reason. And what about the morning when we changed the execution of the game? I so owe you payback.” I growled.

I unbuttoned the top three of my shirt and ran a finger down to separate the folds. My skin flushed and I felt my heart pounding within the confines of my chest. I was becoming aroused by the power I held over Col. I continued to pull the buttons apart until it hung loosely on my shoulders…Col watched beneath hooded eyes. I shrugged and allowed the shirt to drop to the ground. I knew that my lightly tanned skin appeared flawless in the flickering firelight. I stretched my arms over my head and rolled my neck. I reached up and let my hair loose from its confines…it flowed like silk to the small of my back. I scooped the duffel off the ground and pawed around inside until I found a blanket. I unfolded it over a level spot on the ground; I lay down with my head propped on my arms. I stared up at Col and he shifted lightly; my eyes dropped to the bulge at his groin. This was starting to affect him and it pleased me immensely.

I sat up and started tugging at the laces on my boots; I tossed them over my shoulder as I removed them. I unbuckled my belt and reached for the button fly of the pants. I lay back, lifted my ass off the ground and wiggled my way out of them. I tossed them in the general direction of my boots. I stretched my semi-nude body on the blanket, rubbing my backside against the rough fibers of the blanket. Col mumbled under his breath, “You can’t touch yourself…we had a deal.”

I smiled; “Excuse me?”

His head snapped up, “You will do as I command. You will not touch yourself.”

I sat up on my knees, “Sweetheart, you are in no position to command anyone. Remember, I chose this games and my rules are in play.” I softly brushed a hand across the front of my panties and then moved up towards my bra. I reached behind my back and unhooked it to free my breasts. I flung it off so that it would join the rest of my clothes. The cooling night air caused my nipples to harden. I lay on my back once more; I grabbed my knife and lightly dragged the blade across my stomach. I felt the muscles in my nether regions as they fluttered and clenched. I slid the blade under the waistband of my panties and slit the fabric easily. I watched as Col’s eyes widened in disbelief and then immediately burned with lust. In a few short strokes, my panties were shredded and lying limply on my hips. I picked up each piece, ran them beneath my nose and allowed them to flutter to the ground. I was wet and slick with anticipation.

I dragged the blade across my skin once again; I used the tip and traced circles around my nipples. I dropped the knife on to my belly as I reached to pinch them hard and gasped at the jolt that shot down to the vee of my thighs. My fingers drifted down to part my nether lips and I felt for the pearl hidden within. I pressed firmly at the hardened bit of flesh and the jolt renewed as it surged through my body. I slid a single digit inside my wet heat; I shuddered. A second finger joined the first; I then added a third. I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of my weeping hole. Col jerked at his bonds in an attempt to free himself.

“Stop it! I’m the one who is supposed to touch you like that. Let me go…now!” he snarled. I ignored him; the pleasure I was giving myself too incredible.

I knew instinctively when to speed up or slow my thrusts. I felt my climax build and moved my thumb to caress my clit. The instant I touched it caused my loins to exploded with unadulterated ecstasy. I bit my lip to keep from screaming my release as I closed my eyes. I heard Col as he hissed at me angrily.

“You lying, back-stabbing bitch…we had a deal.” I opened my eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“Keep up the negative attitude and you can stay there all night.” I stood; the knife dropped to the blanket as I moved towards the tree once more. I reached out with the hand I had used to pleasure myself and grabbed his chin. His nostrils flared as my musky scent wafted towards his nose and I grinned as he licked his lips. I dragged one of my fingers across his mouth and his tongue snaked out to capture it.

“I really don’t care for the word ‘bitch’ coming out of your mouth when you speak to me.” I drawled as I tried to pull my finger from his greedy lips. He tried to bite down, gently, on the digit; I slapped his cheek and forced him to let go.

“You said I was a passionate goddess when we were in the library restroom. I think I like the sound of that oh so much better.” I purred. “Call me Goddess.” He shot a scathing look in my direction and refused to comply. I reached out and grabbed him by the crotch of his pants: just firmly enough to get his undivided attention. I smiled evilly as I tightened my grip slightly.

“Say my name,” I demanded huskily. “Say it and I can give you the release you crave.” I uncurled my fingers and rubbed his erection through the pants. I felt as it moved and twitched: as if it had a mind of its own and desperately sought a way out of confinement.

I pulled at his belt and ripped the button fly apart. I dragged the pants down to his ankles as I dropped to my knees. The clear drop on the tip drew my lips to his erection. I slowly slid the tip between my lips and applied light suction; the bulbous head swelled. I licked his throbbing pole from tip to base. The veins beneath the skin kept time with his heartbeat and I smiled as the blood surged to make his shaft even more rigid. I removed my hands from his hips and thrust them between my thighs once more. I let his prick leave my mouth with a small pop as I moved back down to the blanket.

“I can wait all night, if you prefer. I can continue to pleasure myself and watch you squirm like bait on a hook,” I stated plainly, still stroking my sopping feminine folds. I slowly inserted a finger into my heated core and sighed; I was drunk and giddy from the rush of power I held over him. I masturbated myself into another frenzy that ended with a gut-wrenching orgasm. I lifted my fingers to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating scent of release. Something needed to happen soon as I had become extremely impatient. I craved his physical touch but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was as frustrated as he was. Col finally bowed his head and mumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me? You’ll need to speak up. The blood is pounding so loudly in my ears,” I said. Finally, I had him where I wanted him. He looked up and pleaded with his eyes. So close…

"Please don’t make me beg. I can’t stand it anymore…I’m dying to touch you in so many ways.”

“Funny…I didn’t hear Goddess come out of your mouth. You seem to enjoy calling me names; so what’s wrong with the name I have chosen for you to address me by?” His head snapped up and he glowered at me.

“Fine…please release me. Goddess.”

I snorted, “That has to be the most insincere request I have ever heard.” I rolled on to my belly and crawled to where I had left the cooler. I opened the lid and pulled out a ripe banana. I turned over so he could watch as I ate the luscious fruit. I ruthlessly snapped the top and started to peel the fruit. I started to nibble after I had exposed several inches; I moved it on and out as if I were giving a blowjob. I quickly grew tired of the game; I wanted the real thing but I would not give up my superior position within the game. I shoved the rest of the fruit in my mouth and finished it off. Col groaned again.

“Please…please release me. You have no idea what I’m feeling right know but I’m going to die if I don’t touch you soon. Please…my merciful Goddess; please release me,” he pleaded as the sweat poured down his face.

“See…was that so hard? I can reasonable, especially with my game and my rules.” I grabbed the knife from the blanket and hurled it at the ropes that had bound him to the tree. It cut completely through, much to my surprise; I wouldn’t tell him that, though. Col collapsed to the ground and he moved as if to stand. “Stop…on your knees. Now, crawl…” He moved to obey and crawled to the blanket. “Very nice…now make me happy that I released you.” He dove between my legs and started to lick the nectar from my petals. He took one finger and shoved in as far as it would go. He quickly inserted two more and spread them apart. He twisted his hand from side to side; his thumb occasionally rubbed against my love pearl.

He flexed his wrist and I felt his fingers curl up inside. It was as if he beckoned my orgasm to come forth. Between his fingers and lips, I was totally overwhelmed by erotic sensations. My hips bucked upwards as I tossed my head from side to side and another moan escaped from deep in my throat. He lifted his head and stared at me hotly. I opened my eyes and looked intently into his flushed face. I pushed his shoulders down with my foot, “Fuck me now.”

He tentatively moved to place the tip of his throbbing shaft at the entrance to paradise. He pushed slowly and savored the feel of my body as it enveloped his; he moved through the heat and stopped at the very center of my being. He paused and laid his head upon my breasts; too afraid to move. I clenched my internal muscles and silently commanded that he continue.

He held me carefully by my hips as he pulled himself out and plunged forward once again. I tilted my pelvis and allowed greater penetration for his thrusts. Our bodies started to move in a rhythm as ancient as the tides. I felt as if I were being pushed to the edge of a cliff-a point of no return. Col reared his head back and I watched his pulse visibly beat in his throat. I heard as he uttered a strangled plea, “Please…my…Goddess. I can’t hold back any longer.” I grasped his chin, turned it down and waited until he opened his eyes. I sent him an arched glance as I panted my response,” If you stop now, I will so make you pay.” I dropped my hand and allowed the flood of passion’s release to overwhelm me one final time. I screamed as my body tightened around his flesh. He pounded against my shuddering body and howled as his release overtook him as well. He collapsed in a twitching heap on top of me. I shoved his body off of mine and took deeper breaths as the night air cooled my skin. He lay on the blanket, flat on his back. Only his heaving chest moved to fill his body with air.

I stood and stretched my arms towards the sky. Col stared at me from where he lay, “You truly are a goddess. A divine being, bathed in moonlight.” He smiled as he reached for my hand. He pulled me down to lie next to him.

“Well, game point to you. This is going to be very interesting,” he mumbled as we drifted off to sleep by the fire.
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A/N: Good grief...when did my inner Rambo come out? Sane people do not play with knives, serrated or not. Please, people, use common sense...no knife welding unless you are a trained professional. Even if you are, don't do it...sheesh!