The Game

Please enjoy this chapter...but be warned. There is a move that occurs that should not be attempted. Remember, this is a work of fiction and I'd hate to hear that a potential fan got hurt trying it. Adult Language ( but I think you figured that out already)

Oh yeah...I don't own Alice Cooper, Hannibal Lector or Stephen King (tho I wish I did).
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The rest of the day was a complete wash. I bailed on my afternoon classes and headed for the house. I kept looking at the box I threw on the passenger seat. Fuck…what had I gotten myself into? Before I realized it, I pulled into my own driveway. I grabbed my stuff and walked up to the front door.

As I fumbled with my house keys, a florist’s delivery van stopped in front of the house. A tiny woman jumped out of the front and went to the back of the van. I opened the door and dropped everything on the floor. I turned in time to see her open the back. She pulled a huge arrangement of roses; it was so large, I couldn’t see any part of her except for her hands and feet. She staggered from the weight and I thought she was about to drop it. I moved down to the end of the walk, “Hi…can I give you a hand with that?”

She jumped because I startled her, “Please…why did Josie have make this thing so damned big?” I took the arrangement from her and managed to sign for the delivery without dropping the flowers myself. It was frickin’ huge. I had a pretty good idea who did this. She got back into her van and drove off. I moved back to the front door and went inside. I shoved the stuff I dropped on the floor out of the way as I headed for the pass-thru bar.

I sat the roses down and moved to my sound system. I turned it on; Alice Cooper started to sing about sex, love and death. I had always loved his brand of shock rock. I turned back towards the bar and stared at the flowers. There had to have been at least two and a half dozen in the heavy cut-crystal vase. I went to the bar and smelled the flowers; their odor was heavy and intoxicating. The card had been hidden in the arrangement. When I finally found it, I tore open the envelope. No message or signature…it figured. Damn him…how could he have known that I would be home.

This shit had turned too weird…what if he were some kind of psycho stalker? What if I’d be out with him and he totally lost it; I’d wind up dead on the side of the road. The phone rang and I flinched. My stupid imagination; he just played the game, that’s all. I picked up the phone.

“Yeah…”

“Hey, did you get the flowers?” he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Uh-huh…as a matter of fact, I just signed for them. How did you know I’d be home, anyway?”

“Well, I went back to find you. I figured we could have lunch together or something. Diane and Red told me that you took off like a bat out of hell. So, I assumed, correctly it seems, you went home and I requested for the flowers to be delivered ASAP. Aren’t they divine? I especially love the deep blood-red color.” He sounded cool and collected…bastard.

It figures, I thought. Red and Diane couldn’t keep their mouths shut to save their worthless hides; but I loved them anyway. I was glad that they didn’t know what was going on, though.

“Are you still there?” I heard Col ask.

“Yeah…sorry. My brain drifted a bit.”

“So, have I turned into a creepy stalker who plans to eat you alive, Lector style?” he laughed. “I heard that you have a vivid imagination and listening to Alice Cooper can’t possibly help your train of thought.”

I shook my head in resignation; he could read my mind…go figure. “No, but you have been catching me off guard a lot today. I’d say it was a tiny bit overwhelming, don’t you think?”

“I have no intention of letting you get the upper hand. You like to fight fast and dirty; I saw that last night. I gotta stay head of you somehow.”

I snorted,” Afraid much? Look, I’m gonna go. I need to eat something and see if I can’t squeeze in a nap. See you at nine-fifteen?”

“Nine sharp wench. Be ready…or else.” He hung up quickly after the last remark.

I shook my head again and dropped the phone back on its cradle. I went to the fridge and looked inside. Egg salad, lunchmeat and cold meatloaf stared back at me. I reached in and grabbed the meatloaf. I sat the meatloaf down and went back to the fridge to get the ketchup and tea pitcher. I walked over to the pantry and grabbed a loaf of bread and a bag of cheese puffs. I quickly threw together two cold meatloaf sandwiches, doused with ketchup, and dumped half of the cheese puffs next to them on a plate. I poured myself a glass of tea, without ice, and put everything away. I wolfed down my lunch over the kitchen counter. I rinsed the dish and put it in the dishwasher, refilled my tea glass and moved back into the living room.

My leopard chaise lounger was another piece of pride for me. I had taken an old chaise I had bought, dirt cheap, from an estate sale. I spent several weekends tearing it apart and rebuilding it into a masterpiece. I sat the glass on the end table next to it and made myself comfy. A battered copy of an old Stephen King novel had been shoved down into the cushions. I heard the stereo change disks and another custom burned Alice Cooper collection filtered from the speakers. I read until my lids felt too heavy to keep open. I dropped the book on the floor and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I snapped wide-awake…I’d been having strange dreams. Mostly, they involved Col performing a bizarre ritual sacrifice and I was the offering. “Get a grip…no one could ever confuse you for a sacrificial lamb,” I said out loud. Terrific…now I was talking to myself. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and I stood up from the chaise. I gulped the last of my luke-warm iced tea and moved back to the kitchen. I looked at the liquor cabinet and paused. What the fuck… a small shot wouldn’t kill me and then I could go get ready.

I opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of amaretto. I grabbed a clean glass and filled it with ice. I then filled the glass half way up with amaretto and topped it off with some vanilla-flavored coke. I stirred it and took a sip…perfect. I rummaged in the pantry once more and found a package with two stale sandwich cookies left in it. I, quickly, ate those and walked out of the kitchen. I pulled one of the roses out of the arrangement and held it to my nose. I had to admit to myself that Col had exceptional taste. I dropped the rose on the counter and went into the master bathroom.

I started a hot bath and I drizzled some of the sandalwood oil into the water. The tub was oversized because I liked a lot of room, especially for ‘playing’. There was even a hand-held showerhead in the tub. The glass brick shower stall had some excellent options: multiple heads and a tiled bench for me to lie on if I was truly wiped out. But, tonight required drastic measures.

Once the tub was filled, I turned the water off and proceeded to strip. My drink went on one of the wide shelves that lined the tub. I lit a couple of aromatherapy candles and dimmed the lights in the bathroom. I gingerly stepped into the tub and slowly immersed myself in the steaming water. As I lay back, I snagged the loofah scrubber from its hook and started to run it across my skin. My flesh shuddered from deep down and I knew I had to do something. I dropped the loofah into the water and started to run my fingers across the tops of my breasts. My nipples hardened painfully and I felt desire as it throbbed down to my pussy. To hell with his rules…what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.

I reached down and touched the curls that covered my nether lips. I carefully parted them and started to caress my clit. I was so slick and hot. I slowly inserted my index finger into my quivering flesh. I moved it back and forth; up and down. My middle finger soon joined the other and I moved them in and out even faster. My thumb, being double jointed, flexed and popped as I used it to rub my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined how pissed Col would be if he saw me. I used two fingers on my other hand to pinch my clit when my thumb moved away. I moaned. While I frigged my hole with one hand, the index finger of my other hand started to caress my other hole. I never had anal sex with a man; but I did let them slid a finger in when I wanted it doggie style. The muscles resisted a bit but soon gave way. I tickled and teased both holes until I felt the warning tingle of my orgasm. The tingle spread down my legs to my toes and up to my breasts. I cried out and I was satisfied for the time being. Thanks to Col, I swung back and forth between paranoia and seething, unfulfilled desire. I had come during our encounters, several times, but I wanted more. I reached up for my drink and decided that I need to quit screwing around and get ready. I cleaned up and pulled the plug to drain the tub.

I toweled off and padded into the bedroom. The outfit lay there, mocking me. Would I really give into his demands? I already broke one of the rules, in the tub; why not find out what he meant by ‘or else’. I decided not to wear the skirt; I never really cared for them and I felt more comfortable in pants. My tightest black jeans came out of the closet and the leather skirt remained on the bed. Silk was not something I usually wore because it was too high maintenance. I pulled it over my head and stared at my reflection. The silk clung to my curves, in all the right places. I never realized that black made me look extremely sexy. I would have to start wearing it more often. I pulled on a pair of black leather ankle boots and grabbed the matching purse. Then, with a heavy heart, I moved to the nightstand by the bed. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out my toy box. I sighed…I would miss the stuff inside. I heard the doorbell and glanced up at the clock. Nine sharp…just like he promised.

I walked into the living room and dropped my stuff on the coffee table. The doorbell rang a second time. I opened the door and Col stood on the porch, tapping his foot. I step aside and invited him in. I preceded him into the living room; he slammed the door. I turned to face him, a puzzled look on my face. Ah…he noticed my outfit. He grabbed me by the upper arm and dragged my over to the chaise lounger. He dropped suddenly and dragged me across his knees. He noticed the book, abandoned on the floor, and bent to pick it up. As I struggled, he held me down with one hand and spanked me with the book in the other. My pride stung more than my ass and I continued to fight. He swatted me harder until I felt tears come to my eyes. When I stopped struggling, he stopped spanking. He dumped me on the floor and pointed in the general direction of my bedroom.

“Get your ass in there and put on the skirt. Remember: my game, my rules,” he said as he got up to go to the bar where the flowers were. I mustered up what dignity I had left and stood. “While you’re in there, take off your panties and bra. They’re just going to get in the way.” He picked up the rose I had left on the counter earlier. I stormed out of the room but I was hard pressed to keep from smiling. Let the games begin…

I took off my jeans and thong. I wiggled and managed to unhook my bra without having to take off my blouse. I picked up the skirt and slid into it. I dropped the clothes on to the floor and went back to Col. He inspected me from where he stood. He then twirled one finger in a circle and I slowly turned so he could see all of me. I stopped when I faced him once again and crossed my arms under my breasts. He hadn’t said a word since I left the room; but I understood this part of the game. We stared across the room at each other, not willing to be the first who broke the silence. His eyes darkened hotly, I merely arched an eyebrow in response. Slowly, he extended me the rose he held in his hand.

“Good…you plan to make this entertaining. I wasn’t expecting defiance from you so soon, though. I had my doubts because of what happened at the Spades table,” he drawled. I stalked across the room, snatched the rose out of his hand and jerked to bloom off of the stem. I grinned as I crumpled the flower and allowed the petals to flutter to the floor. His smile widened and he walked to the coffee table to collect my toy box. I grabbed my purse and followed him out. I paused long enough to lock the house up. His motorcycle was parked in the driveway…this had become very intriguing. He slid the toy box into one of the saddlebags. He climbed on and extended his hand out to me once again. I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. We rode off into the night.

We rode aimlessly around the city. He pointed out landmarks I wasn’t familiar with and I showed him a couple of my favorite haunts. He drove us out to the city limits and into the hills. The vibrating of the bike between my legs has started to get me hot and bothered. He pulled into the lookout point parking lot; the city glittered like a jewel beneath the light of the full moon. He parked and shut the bike off. The only sound we heard was ticking of the engine. I slid off the back and walked over to the retaining wall that separated the lookout from the valley below. He moved to stand behind me and we looked at the city in silence.

He moved his lips across my hair; I felt his smile as he inhaled the fragrance of sandalwood. My arms remained crossed over my stomach. He turned my body to face his. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the mood. I closed my eyes when he started to caress my face.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I shook my head and kept my eyes closed to him. I felt as he leaned forward to suck my lower lip between his. He nibbled softly on it until I opened my mouth to his. His tongue surged forward to taste me; I couldn’t breathe. He pulled back and stood still. I slowly opened my eyes; they must have gleamed in the moonlight because Col took a half step back from me. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him towards me. I pressed my lips against his neck; his pulse throbbed beneath them. I nipped at his skin: hard enough to cause his to suck in a breath but not so hard as to leave a mark. My fingers moved to the buttons down the front of his shirt. I pulled the buttons off, one by one, until his shirt hung open to his waist. I felt his cock, straining, from the confines of his jeans as I pulled the last button off. I turned and threw his buttons into the dark valley below. He laughed quietly and pulled me back so that his cock rested between my ass cheeks.

I felt wetness seep from between my clenched thighs. I was on fire with lust and overwhelming need. I faced him again and fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. The head poked and as I watched as a single, clear drop of fluid gathered on the tip. He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled them away from him. He dragged me back to the bike.

“Get on” his husky voice demanded. I lifted one leg over the side and faced forward on the bike. “No, turn around. I want you facing me,” he whispered as he mounted the bike. He pulled me closer after I had re-positioned myself, facing him. I felt the tip of his engorged penis nudge at the opening of my body. Before I realized his intentions, he thrust himself in completely and kick-started the bike. Barely controlled, raw power caused the bike to jump forward and forced him in deeper. I threw my head back at the sudden rush of power as he lifted the kickstand and revved the engine. He gunned the bike into motion and peeled out of the parking lot. I snapped my head back down and stared at him. I locked my ankles around his waist.

“Are you crazy?” I yelled as the bike began to accelerate. He grinned as he flexed his thighs and shifted the bike to the next gear. The vibrations and bumps from the road sent thrills through the fleshy connection between us. I moaned and tried to move to increase the chills that raged in me.

I pulled myself carefully forward and leaned towards his ear. “This is insane! We stand a really good chance of being killed!” I shouted over the engine.

He pumped his pelvis forward, moving deeper in me and laughed. “Can you think of any better way to go? Relax…I can handle this.”

He slowed the bike to the posted speed limit and continued to flex his thighs. He encouraged me to ride him and the bike at the same time. One of his hands came off the handlebars and supported my lower back. I soon found a way to balance myself to achieve smooth and steady strokes. I soon felt an orgasm building to a peak. He must have felt a change in my body because he moved the bike into the breakdown lane. He slowed to a stop and shut the bike off.

He untangled himself from my grasp, pulled me off the bike and threw me across the seat on to my stomach. He jerked the skirt up to my waist and brutally slammed back into me. He grabbed me by the waist and pounded against my backside. I wailed when my orgasm crashed down on me like a tidal wave. He reached out and seized a handful of my hair and twisted it in his fist. He jerked my head back and glared hotly into my face.

“Whom do you belong to?” he shouted as he continued to grind against my helpless body. I shuddered, not wanting to utter the words he demanded to hear. He twisted his fist harder and it caused me to shriek.

“I asked you a question. Whom do you belong to? Who is the only man who can control a vicious bitch like you?” he demanded, not willing to surrender. I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Again, he twisted his fist and caused me to arch my neck so I was forced to make eye contact. I would be damned if I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me shriek again. Sparks sizzled in the space between our faces and I still refused to answer.

His body stiffened and he roared with rage. I felt his release deep within my body. I collapsed against the seat, not caring that he still held my hair in his fist. I pulled deep gulping breaths of air to try and refill my lungs. He abruptly let go of my hair and stalked away from the bike. He walked a short distance and stood stock-still. The night was so quiet that I heard him zip up his jeans. I pulled the skirt down to cover my naked ass and fumbled for some tissue from my purse. I felt his cum burn, I was so cold, as it dripped down my thighs. I quickly cleaned myself up and wrapped my arms around my body; I had started shaking. I have never felt such passion, rage and fear like that before in my entire life. I glanced over to where he was standing. He hadn’t moved and I started to wonder if he was going to lose it and try to hurt me. He threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he howled and he moved back towards the bike. For some unholy reason, he started to applaud.

“Bravo…you are a worthy opponent. I really underestimated your strengths,” he said. I just looked at him in disbelief. He reached out and gently pulled me to him. He carefully touched my bleeding lip and stroked it softly until I winced from the pain. He looked at the tip of his finger and licked the blood off it. He embraced me and rubbed my back until my shaking subsided.

“Are you angry?” I asked, fearful of his answer.

He snorted, “Hell no…I shouldn’t have expected any less from you. I missed the cues you gave me when you first opened your front door. You are my equal in every way. I figured that it would boil down to a battle of wills and I was clearly outmatched. What right do I have to be angry with you for being what you are.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of my panties. He handed them to me, “Here...I grabbed these while you were changing. I guessed you might need them when we were done.”

I shook my head as I slipped them on. We got back on to the bike and headed back to my house. He walked me to the door and carefully kissed me good night. I watched silently as he went back to his bike and left. I went into the house and gently closed it against the night.