Games Girls Play. Deanna Lee
understand,” Joshua murmured. “Perhaps one day you’ll trust me enough.”
His lips brushed my shoulder and then he nipped my skin with his teeth. I loved the sharp pleasure of a well-placed bite, and when he did it again I arched in his arms despite myself. With a sigh he lifted his head and his fingers tightened on my nipples briefly before releasing them. Blood rushed back into my distended flesh immediately and I hissed between clenched teeth as the pleasure of it slowly ebbed away leaving me twisted with the want for more.
He moved away from me and I hung my head, my body tensed with anticipation. “You want this too much for it to be a punishment.”
I almost laughed because he was so right.
Joshua snapped the flogger in the air above my back and I sagged against the headboard in disappointment. He chuckled softly. “I should deny you the bite of your favorite toy. I should bury my cock in that pretty pussy of yours and ride you like a whore until you have no choice but to come. Then leave you aching for this….”
I gasped and jerked against the rope that bound me at the first stinging lash. Pleasure and pain ripped through my body like lightning, leaving no cell untouched. The effects of the blow started to fade just as he struck again. It ebbed and flowed over me in an endless wave of hot sticky pain that turned to pleasure in a heart-pounding instant. I pressed my thighs together in an effort to relieve the dull throbbing that rippled over my clit.
“Spread your legs.”
With a moan, I did as he ordered. Cool air rushed over the exposed flesh of my cunt and I closed my eyes. It had been years since a man had turned me on so much and he’d barely touched me. Softly spoken words, the mere promise of punishment and a pounding cock had reduced me to a state of near-begging.
“You lack discipline.” He smacked my ass in reprimand and I pursed my lips in what I could only describe as a pout, heaven help me. “If we are to play this game properly, love, you’ll have to do much better. Else I’ll be forced to take what I want and punish you in the only way I can: by ignoring your needs.”
I shuddered at the thought, realizing that he probably would do just that. The blame would rest solely with me and my inability to obey. I’d started this game and made it clear that I wanted this from him, but I was, in my selfishness, ignoring his needs.
“I’ll be good.”
“Is that so?” He flicked the flogger lightly over my lower back and I swallowed the disappointment.
“Yes, sir.”
The thin, flat leather tresses of the flogger drifted across my ass, down my thighs, and over my legs, only to travel back up in an agonizing path of the softest kind of stimulation.
“You lied to me.”
“No, sir.” I shook my head in denial.
He laughed. “You said that you enjoyed pain to a degree, but let’s be honest, love, you’re a pure-to-the-bone masochist. Your body is primed, ready to be used.”
I started to deny it but he cut off my words by pushing two fingers into my cunt. My juices coated his fingers instantly and I clamped down on the invasion involuntarily. “Joshua.” His name burst from my mouth more like a prayer than anything else and I swallowed hard to keep from saying more.
He leaned down and nipped my shoulder. “How much would it take to make you come, love? Have you always responded so well to pain?”
I couldn’t answer; the words clogged in my throat as he pulled his fingers free and used the flogger to strike my thighs. The leather slapped around my legs, stinging and biting into my flesh with precision. His skill and care became evident then, as each blow landed differently and never in the exact same place—the perfect amount of stimulation. Never hard enough to bruise or break skin. It had been years since I’d been in the hands of someone so gifted. The difference was training. He was not like the straightlaced men I’d talked into spanking my ass over the years. Joshua was the real deal, and if I were going to be technical the first male Dom to ever get me in such a position. Could he tell?
My heart thudded hard and fast against my rib cage, my clit matching it beat for beat. I pushed off the need to come, determined that I would wait until he was ready. My fingers ached against the hold I had on the iron railing in front of me, and I hated myself for the months that I’d denied myself this. Surely, if I’d acted on my initial attraction, we could have worked our way into exploring our fetishes quickly enough. I’d never been shy about asking sex partners for something a little more than the straight edge…even if I rarely got it.
I lowered my head between my arms and closed my eyes as the pressure and the need built. Pain and pleasure snaked inside me, pulling at my insides and making me feel empty. I was ready for so much more, and, as if he knew it, he suddenly stopped and dropped the flogger beside me on the bed.
I looked to my left and watched out of the corner of my eye as he left the bed and found a condom in my toy drawer. He brought the box he’d just opened with him and dropped it near the flogger. I wet my lips as I watched him roll the condom onto his long, thick cock and wondered briefly if at some point during the evening he would let me suck him.
He came back to the bed, slid up behind me, and ran his hands down my back. I cried out, my overstimulated flesh immediately warming and responding to his touch. I arched against him and closed my eyes as he gripped my hips and pushed his cock into me with one harsh, deep stroke. The sharp sting of penetration brought another strangled cry from my lips.
Joshua’s fingers curled into my hips, his short nails scoring my skin as he started to move. He withdrew and plunged deep with measured strokes over and over again as I clung to the headboard. My orgasm twisted and turned under my skin with each push of his cock. I wanted him to use me, to ride me like a whore as he’d suggested earlier, so I ignored the need to come and focused on him as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy. My muscles clenched on each inward thrust in an effort to keep him inside me and the soft gasping groans that slipped from his mouth told me he enjoyed it.
His hands drifted up my back, one stopping to grip my shoulder and the other moving into my hair. He fisted his hand into my hair as he increased his pace.
“Come for me, Tara. Come now.”
Relief and disappointment warred inside me. I wasn’t ready for this to end but my body was nearly begging me for relief. I forced myself to relax and when I let go my pussy rushed wet around him and I came hard, screaming his name.
He jerked me back hard against him, his pelvic bones flush against my ass as he came. After a long moment, he loosened his hold on me and as he pulled his cock from my body I clenched down on him in one final effort to keep him with me. He smacked my ass with a soft laugh and left the bed.
Several minutes passed before Joshua returned to the bed. He massaged my wrists as he pulled the rope free and tossed it aside. Then he carefully maneuvered me onto my side and pressed me close against his chest as he rested on the bed with me. Both of our bodies were damp with sweat, and when I let my hand rest on his chest I felt a near echo of my own heartbeat.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and closed his eyes briefly. “If you regret this tomorrow I’m turning you over my knee and spanking you.”
I chuckled. “Not much of a threat.”
“No. Not much at all.” He combed his fingers through my hair and sighed. “So, are you a natural redhead or not?”
Lifting my head, I raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“On most women I’d know by now but I never expected you to be the type to wax it all off.”
“Oh.” I frowned when I felt my cheeks heating. “You don’t like it?”
“I plan to spend several hours showing you exactly how much I like it, after I rest a bit.” He lifted my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Yes, I’m a natural redhead. Though I have some highlights