The Game

Thank you for the review meadows_peak! It perks my day knowing you enjoyed the story so far...and I truly hope you plan to read and review to the end. I'd like to think that my OC and I have a lot in common (except for the trust fund...lucky bitch). Anywho, all you other readers: don't be shy. I'm a big girl and can handle your reviews!!
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After the movie ended and we had completely demolished dinner, Col and I cleaned up the containers. I had started to feel comfortable with him once more. I extended an invitation for him to spend the night and he accepted. He cleaned up the last few items and I set the house sound system to play soft music. I went into the bathroom to draw us a hot bubble bath.

I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles. I stripped and stepped into the tub. I stretched and lay back against the side. I closed my eyes and allowed contentment to flow through me. I heard the soft sound clothes being dropped on the floor.

“Is there room for me in there?”

I nodded and sat up so he could join me. The tub was large enough for the both of us to lay back. He pushed me forward a bit, climbed in behind me and positioned me between his legs. My eyes remained closed.

“I don’t think I have ever been in a tub big enough for two people to stretch out,” he marveled as he caressed my skin with the loofah.

“Mmmm…I paid extra for a roomy tub. Sometimes, I like to play in here.” I mumbled sleepily. I felt like I would fall asleep in his arms.

“Are you sleeping?” he whispered as he swished the water in the tub.

“Not yet…but getting there.”

“Let’s finish washing up and then we can go to bed. Nothing physical, okay?”

My pliant body was response enough. We took turns scrubbing each other, pulled the plug to drain the tub and used the showerhead to rinse off. He reached for a big fluffy towel to dry us off with; then, he scooped me off my feet. He walked into my bedroom and tucked me under my flannel sheets. He left the room to turn the music off and to extinguish the candles I had lit in the bathroom. I felt the mattress dip as he crawled into bed with me. He held my loosely in his arms and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning refreshed. Finally…I had a decent night’s sleep. I rolled over to find myself in an empty bed. I sat up and looked around. I sniffed the air and swore that I smelled bacon. I climbed out of bed and padded naked into the kitchen. Col stood next to the stove; he flipped an omelet over in the frying pan. He had found a pair of cut offs that my brother had left behind and had put them on; but his upper body was still bare. He had prepared bacon, home fries and biscuits. I moved to the cabinet and grabbed a coffee mug; the scent was incredible. I poured a cup and turned to open the fridge. I couldn’t remember if I had any creamer left. My jaw dropped; the fridge was filled to overflowing. I saw fresh milk and veggies, strawberry preserves and a new tub of butter. He even remembered the creamer. I let the door close as I returned to my coffee. I dumped enough creamer to lighten it and poured lots of sugar. I stirred it and took a small sip: heavenly! I padded over to the pantry and saw that it was filled as well.

“When did you go shopping?” I asked as I continued to sip my coffee. Being naked didn’t bother me but I flinched when I leaned against the cold counter. He slid the second omelet on to a waiting plate and turned with a smile.

“Early this morning while you were sleeping. Did you know that you snore?” he grinned.

I punched his upper arm. “I do not!”

“Go put on a robe or something. I’m about to change my mind about what I want to eat for breakfast,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He slapped my naked backside and finished getting breakfast together. I ran back to my room and threw on an old tank top with some lounger bottoms.

Breakfast was served on the back patio. Col had pulled three roses out of the arrangement and placed them on the outside table. There was fresh fruit: strawberries, honeydew and cantaloupe, mixed berries and grapes. I was pleasantly surprised when he held my chair for me while I sat down. He placed a plate in front of me that had been loaded down with food. He went back inside and returned with more coffee in a carafe. We ate slowly and enjoyed each other’s company.

When we were done eating, we stacked the dishes and sat them off to one side. Col looked at me affectionately.

“Did you ever play King of the Hill?” he asked.

“Yeah…didn’t everybody?” I replied.

“I have an idea. Let’s play a version of King of the Hill. The game won’t be one of domination but being able to one-up the other. We can change some of the rules…add a bit more flexibility. I still don’t want you touching yourself but we can make other concessions. We should just clear it with the other first, though. The new game will still be for six weeks but we can worry about that much later.” He paused and took a sip of coffee. “Do you find this acceptable?”

“What about finals? Do we try and distract each other even then?”

“Hell yeah…it’ll make it more interesting.”

“Anything goes?”

“Uh-huh…practically anything.”

“No more freaky stalker turned psycho killer crap?”

He laughed, “Yes, no more psycho stalker crap.”

“Works for me…you have a deal.”

“Good…now ‘fess up. You weren’t playing by the original rules, were you? I only ask because of the jeans/skirt thing the other night. Was that the only rule you broke that night?”

I flushed slightly and grabbed my coffee to hide my small smile, “Maybe…maybe not.”

He moved my coffee cup, “Excuse me? What was that?”

“Maybe…maybe not,” I said louder.

He placed my cup on the table and pointed to the house, “Show me…”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to get in trouble, especially since the rules have changed.”

“Not all of them…you still aren’t allowed to pleasure yourself unless I can watch.”

I stood up and stretched my arms over me head, “I guess I’ll have to show you what I did then.” I pulled the tank top over my head and tugged the loungers down. I stood before him in all my naked glory. I walked back into the house and Col quickly followed. I moved to the chaise and sat down. He pushed the coffee table out of the way and seated himself on the couch.

I pouted, “Do I have to?” I said as I acted petulantly.

“Do it…now. Where exactly were you when this happened?”

“In the bathtub…I was getting ready for our date.” I lay back and started to play with my nipples. My fingers wandered down and I closed my eyes and remembered. I started to stroke myself in earnest and I threw one leg along the top of the chaise so that Col could see every stroke, thrust and pop of my double jointed fingers. I opened one eye and looked towards the couch. He had unzipped the front of the cut offs and had begun stroking himself. I never took the time to watch a man masturbate before; I had no interest until now. He held the base of his erection with one hand and smoothly stroked his entire length with the other. I watched as the head of his cock became engorged with blood…I had to lick my lips. I slid down from off the chaise and crawled over to him. I positioned myself between his spread legs.

“I’ve been bad…” I whispered as I tried to lean in to take him into my mouth; he pushed my head away gently. I wanted to fill up so desperately. When I tried to touch him, he slapped my hands away.

“Why should I let you suck my cock? You are such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he demanded.

“Please…please, I want it real bad,” I sighed as I crawled on to the couch. I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my pussy. “See how wet I am?”

He pulled gently away and resumed stroking his cock. “You’re wet because you’ve been finger-fucking your cunt and asshole,” he stated matter-of-factly. I watched, with absolute focus, the motions of his hands. My pussy started to tingle and I knew I had to do something fast.

“What do I have to do? Do I have to be punished?” I asked.

He continued to stroke as he thought. “Hmm…there’s an idea. But, if I don’t let you suck me off, that could be considered a form of punishment,” he said as he started to move his hands up and down his shaft faster.

“No…stop, please. I want to make you cum.” I begged.

“Get on the floor, on your hands and knees,” he commanded. I scrambled to the floor and got on all fours. “Face the chaise with your ass towards me.” I did as I was told; I could feel the heat as it blazed within me. I heard him get off the couch and felt as he knelt behind me. I wiggled my ass to get his attention. Boy…did I ever get it. I felt the stinging burn as his hand contacted with my naked skin. He alternated spanking each cheek until my ass was enflamed. I moaned and pressed back for more.

“If you ever, and I mean ever, touch yourself without my permission, I will spank you until my ass hurts,” he threatened. I felt both hands on my hips as he held them to keep me from moving away. Without any warning, he thrust his cock in and wedged himself deep inside. I could feel my pussy as it pulsed from his sudden invasion.

He started to move faster, in and out of my heated flesh. I felt the tips of one of his fingers as it probed my asshole. He managed to wiggle it inside without missing a thrust. He moved his finger in small circles until the muscles relaxed enough to add a second digit. He quickly stretched the opening and added a third. My body quivered from the invasion; I had never had so many fingers inside at the same time; plus, his fingers were thicker than others before. I slid my upper body to the floor so he could have unobstructed access to all of me. As his cock slid in, his fingers pulled back. When he jammed his fingers back into place, his cock would slide out.

“Please come with me…I can’t take any more,” I wailed as I got back up on all fours. I moved closer to the edge of my orgasm and was prepared for the ultimate climax. However, before I could cum, he pulled out and made himself spray all over my ass.

“NO…I need to finish!” I cried.

“Fine…let’s get you off this way,” he said as he thrust three fingers into my pussy. I grunted as I ground against his fingers. I came but I wasn’t completely satisfied.

“Why? Why? Why?” I asked repeatedly, banging one fist on the floor.

“Two reasons: the first night we fucked, you made me cum on myself. That was frustrating, especially since I had cum inside of you on the elevator.”

“And the second reason would be…” I demanded as I flopped on my stomach and refused to look at him.

“I knew that was what you wanted and you had to be punished for breaking the rules.”

“What the hell was the spanking for then?”

“I just wanted to see if you’d let me do it; but I meant what I said.”

“Fine…you win this time,” I sulked as I got up from the floor. “Do you want to share a shower?”

“Nope…I’m going home now. I think we’ve done enough for now,” he said as he stood. He zipped the cut offs up and headed for the door. “I’ll get these back to you later, okay?”

“You suck, you know that, right?” I said as I followed him to the door.

“Nope, that’s your job. If I let you, that is.” he said as he swooped in for a kiss before going out the door. I slammed it shut and started to laugh. Jerk…I headed for the shower to clean up.