The Game

We walked into Col’s bedroom. I sat down on the edge of his huge wrought iron bed as he walked around the room, lighting more candles. Soon, soft light and the scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled the room. Col pointed to a door on the other side of the room. “The bathroom is over there. Go in and take a hot shower. It will help you relax. I want you completely at my mercy.”

I quickly showered and came back into the room, wearing only a towel. Col had turned down the bed and lying there, waiting for me. I moved to the edge of the bed and looked at him. The color black suited him; it was everywhere. It brought out the chestnut highlights in his hair and set off his sapphire eyes perfectly. The black silk robe he wore hugged his sculpted form to perfection. He sat up and drew me closer to him on the black cotton sheets. We leaned in towards each other and met in a kiss. He reached under one of the pillows and pulled out a blindfold. He dangled it from the end of his finger, “Do you think you can trust me?” he asked. I stared at him, slightly confused. “It’s simple, really. Yes, you do and we can play. Or no, you don’t and we call it a night.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked as I watched the blindfold swing back and forth on his finger. Secretly, I had to admit, it had started to turn me on. I was getting tired of the same old ‘slam, bam, thank you man’ that I had been getting and a vibrator could only go so far. I shifted a little to ease the tingle that had started between my thighs.

“I want you, at my beck and call, for six weeks. During that time, we see each other exclusively. You fuck no one but me and I can only fuck you. The games we play test the limits, within reason. Neither one of us will get hurt…unless it’s part of the game.”

“How do I know if you’ll play within boundaries? You poke around, asking people about me. You got me here because of fear-based sex. Look, I like a good fucking, but this seems to be going just a tinsy bit far,” I protested as the tingle became an ache. Please shut up and fuck me, my body thrummed.

“That’s why we are trying setting the rules now. See, I know what a woman like you needs. You talk tough and can even hold your own when your survival instincts kick in. You want power and thrills. Your body wants to see if it can be dominated. I can see your body quivering right now. Deny it…I’ll bet you’re getting wet already.” The trembling increased, damn it all to hell. “I can pleasure you in ways you’ve only dreamed about. All I’m asking is for you to trust me.”

“No, I need more than that. Let’s say…I need a token. I need a physical symbol, of sorts.” If something didn’t happen soon, I planned to rape this man while he negotiated.

“What did you have in mind?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I snatched the blindfold off his finger and slid it on, “We can discuss that later…after we’re done ‘playing’ for the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to negotiate a little more before we start?” I heard him ask leeringly. Bastard…what would it take? I thought I would have to rape him just to get the throbbing to go away.

“No, let’s get started,” I declared as I crawled towards the center of the bed. I felt the mattress dip as he moved closer to my body. I felt his hands remove the towel and he pushed me down, flat on my back.

“Move towards the headboard. Yes, that’s it…grab it. Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered. I growled in response.

I felt as he took my left wrist and wrapped a silk scarf around it before he secured it to the headboard. He quickly did the same to my right wrist and both ankles. I lay spread eagle and naked in the middle of his bed. I tugged at the scarves, to test how secure they were. There was a little give and it wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t rotate my limbs within the confines. I just couldn’t pull myself free; the scarves tightened each time I tried to pull out of them. The mattress moved as he got up and walked around the room. I heard the faint thump of items being put on the nightstand.

“Here is what I can promise you. No visible marks on either one of us that other people can see. No permanent scars, I just can’t do that to your gorgeous skin. Whatever it takes to get each other raised to a fevered pitch that could result in begging for release. By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be screaming my name.”

My pulse throbbed, “Talk is cheap. We’ll see who will be screaming whose name.”

“Big talk for someone in your current position,” he said as the mattress dipped down again. Suddenly, I felt something warm and liquid poured on my skin. The scent of sandalwood became stronger. “This is my personal favorite. From now on, when you smell sandalwood, I want you to only think of me.” He continued to rub the oil in my skin. He made sure that he didn’t miss a spot.

He moved off the bed again and returned rather quickly. He knelt between my spread legs; he must have removed his robe because I felt his naked flesh against my legs. There was a feathery sensation against my clit. He had taken another piece of silk and started to rub it on my pussy. I squirmed at the tickling sensation and tried to suppress a giggle. He reached up and pressed two fingers against my mouth, “Make a sound and I will gag you.” He trailed his fingers from my lips, down my body. Since I was extremely ticklish, I started to giggle again and I wiggled to get away from his fingers. He shoved a gag into my mouth and lifted my head to secure it in the back. I moaned; did I really want this? He must have decided to punish me as the silk was jerked away from my quivering feminine core. The bed creaked slightly as he moved to the side closest to the nightstand. There was a muted thumping sound. All of a sudden, I felt a stinging and burning on my breasts. The odor of sandalwood, vanilla and melted wax flooded my nose; I realized quickly that he had poured the melted wax from a candle that was on the nightstand. I gasped at the intensity of the heat that spread across my breasts to the very tips of my nipples. They hardened painful as I felt his fingers rub the wax off my body. “You should see the red marks that cover your breasts,” he breathed heavily. “But, as promised, there will be no permanent damage.” Soon, I felt melted wax being drizzled all over my exposed flesh. I writhed at the burning sensation but made no move to stop the torture. As the wax cooled, Col removed the hardened wax. There was a brief pause and then I felt ice as it traced the paths of the melted wax. The ice melted fast as my skin had become very hot to the touch, partly due to the wax; but I had become very aroused as well.

“You should see how your skin jumps and twitches. But, you must be able to feel it anyway, right?” he said as he moved to lie between my legs once more. I felt his hot breath on my curls and I died for him to do more. His icy fingers gently parted my nether lips as he sought to find my center. He briefly suckled at my pearl before he raised himself, slightly, to address me. “Tonight is for you. I want you to feel the pleasures that can be yours for the taking for the next six weeks. All I ask is that you share yourself with no one else.” With that said, he slid one finger past the slick folds and into my shuddering body. A second joined the first, followed quickly by a third. All the while, he swirled his tongue across my throbbing sex. There was a wet, squelchy sound that meant that I was truly hot and wet. I had become lost in the intense heat of denied fulfillment. I wanted his cock to be where his fingers were. I pulled at the scarves and tried desperately to break free of the bonds.

I felt a pinch on the inside of my thigh. “Naughty, naughty…you can’t pull yourself free. Only I have the power to release you and I’m not ready yet. I want you to scream when you come. You belong to me now; body and soul.” His fingers fumbled with the blindfold; my blood lust rose as I smelled the musk of my arousal on his fingers. He finally ripped the blindfold from my eyes. Since there was only candlelight in the bedroom, I quickly focused on my target. I gave him a heated glare that promised unholy retribution when I got loose. It was one thing for a guy to get off before I did; but I had a vibrator to fix that. It was something totally different when I was in no position to finish what somebody else started. He positioned himself so that his cock was at the opening between my thighs. He pushed forward until just the tip was inside. I ground my teeth against the gag and strained to pull my legs together to force him in deeper but to no avail; he laughed. “See my power over you? You’re dying for me to finish what I’ve started.”

I tried to arch my pelvis towards his loins. As I moved to wedge him deeper, I felt the scarves give just a fraction. I twisted my limbs back and forth, in an effort to release myself completely. He grabbed my waist with both hands to keep me from moving. “What are you doing?” he managed to say before I pulled my legs free of their confinement. I wrapped them around his waist and twisted so that he was under me and me arms were crossed painfully above my head. One hard tug and my wrists were free. I pulled off the gag and smiled evilly.

“I belong to no one, especially you. You were right about me: I do what I want, when I want, by any means necessary,” I snarled as I pinned his wrists to the mattress. I grabbed one of the scarves and bound them to the headboard. I turned the other way and secured both of his ankles together at the footboard. I then sat on his thighs as I stared hotly into his wide-opened eyes. I dragged my nails from his neck to his groin, leaving a trail of red welts behind. He winced as the skin parted in places and blood started to seep out. I leaned over and licked the red marks. I tasted his blood on my tongue and discovered that I liked it very much. I licked him clean. I sat up and rubbed the back of hands across my lips.

“Now, look at what you’ve done. What am I going to do with you?” I asked as I lay on my side, propped up on one arm. I had one leg extended and the other bent at the knee. I reached down, between my legs, and began to stroke myself. He opened his mouth in protest, but my fingers pressed his lips closed. “Don’t make me gag you,” I hissed. He pressed his lips tightly together and nodded his understanding. I dragged my fingers across my body. I tugged at my nipples and sent a shaft of pure sensation to my groin. My fingers glided quickly back to my pussy. I rubbed my clit and finally thrust two fingers inside. But, it was too late. There was only one way to finish what Col had started. I sat up and positioned myself over his cock.

“I know what I want to do,” I declared before I mounted him. He hissed, this time, between clenched teeth but didn’t say a word. “That’s a good boy. Now be nice and we can both get something out of this.” I rode him with a near violent rhythm. I watched as his eyes darkened with lust as I moved faster and faster to my personal release. Finally, I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm hit. I shuddered and writhed as waves surged through my entire body. Col had turned a deep shade of red and started to whimper; his own release wasn’t far behind.

“Who do you belong to?” I demanded between my clenched teeth; my sheath pulsed around his arousal. He shook his head, reluctant to tell me what I wanted to hear. I lifted my body slightly above his and then moved back to envelope his hardness. He pulled fruitlessly at the scarves, unable to free himself.

“I asked you a question. Who do you belong to?” I demanded again. I moved upon him again and he relented.

“YOU! Is that what you wanted? PLEASE LET ME COME NOW!!” he screamed.

I slid off his body and grabbed his erection. After two or three good long strokes, he cried out. Come shot from the tip and landed on his belly. I milked it until it had softened. His eyes were closed tightly and his chest heaved. I traced small circles in the cum on his stomach; he twitched and tried to move away. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me. They were glazed over due to the intensity of our fucking.

“Why?” he croaked. “Why didn’t you let me come inside of you?”

I shrugged, “Pay back for teasing me, I guess.”

I reached up and untied his wrists from the headboard. He sat up and freed his ankles. He cupped my face softly between his hands and kissed my swollen lips. He said nothing as he led me to the bathroom. We showered and toweled each other dry. We walked back to the bed, still silent, and collapsed upon it. He pulled me into his arms as we drifted off to sleep.