Games Girls Play. Deanna Lee
softly and met my gaze. “As are you.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah.”
Joshua leaned down and sucked one of my softening nipples into his mouth. Gently, as if I might break, he ran his tongue over it repeatedly, making the flesh rigid once more. He released it with a light pop and leaned back to study his handiwork.
“This woman from college…”
“She taught me the pleasure of giving up control.” I bit down on my lip. I rarely if ever discussed Elise, but I had already admitted to my past. “She was older than me—close to thirty but back in school to get her degree in business. We shared an off-campus apartment. Elise was…open to relationships with both men and women. I thought I was curious about lesbian sex.”
“But you weren’t?”
“No. I’d accidently walked in on her with a woman. She had her tied up and was working her over like a hostage…to her obvious enjoyment. I stood there and watched, unable to move, and within a few minutes Elise made her come just by hitting her with a riding crop.”
I closed my eyes briefly. The image of that young woman was seared into my brain. She’d sagged against the ropes that she was bound with and had sobbed nearly uncontrollably. I’d never had an orgasm like that in my life at the time. “I forced myself to leave and I thought Elise hadn’t seen me.”
“You were wrong.”
“Oh, yes.” I laughed softly. “I started to avoid her, but mostly because I kept imagining her fucking me. I couldn’t get it out of my head and it didn’t make any sense at all. I’d never been interested in sex with a woman. Eventually she cornered me and demanded that I explain myself. I tried to explain, tried to apologize for spying on her and her lover. Then finally I admitted that I kept thinking about it and that I thought that I wanted to have sex with her.”
“She corrected you.”
“Oh, yes.” I blushed. The lesson was still fresh in my mind even seven years later. “She told me that I was a silly girl and that of course I wasn’t a lesbian. I was as far from lesbian as a woman could get. It was the pain I wanted, the loss of control I craved. She offered it to me. Offered to show me what I really wanted.”
“And you agreed?”
“Not for weeks. I was mortified. I couldn’t fathom how I could possibly want someone to tie me up and hit me with a whip. It seemed abnormal and so very wrong.” I relaxed against him and sighed when his fingers started to drift in a lazy pattern over my stomach. “I was so fucked up about it that I almost moved out. I was also pretty convinced that she was wrong and that I probably was a lesbian.”
He laughed. “So stubborn.”
“Yes. So, I decided that I would just experiment. I took my ass to a bar where I knew I could pick up a woman…found a soft, very feminine-looking woman who had warm eyes and a nice smile. I went home with her.”
“Christ.”
I glanced from his rapidly hardening cock to his face. “Men are so easy.”
Joshua laughed. “Yeah, we are. But just think how messed up relationships would be if we weren’t?”
“Yeah, there is that. Anyway, I went home with her but it became very evident that I was not a lesbian. We laughed, had drinks, ate a meal together, and then she sent me home.” I smiled. “It was very nice kissing her, though. She had a soft mouth and tasted really good.”
He slid astride my body with astounding speed. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Yeah, but life is about the living not the dying.” I rubbed his thighs and shifted under him as he rubbed the head of his cock against my stomach.
“Tell me the rest.”
“One night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to know. So I banged on her door…and demanded her help.”
“Demanded?”
“Oh, yes.” I laughed softly. “I paid a harsh price for that little bit of attitude. She jerked me into her room, shoved me onto the bed with my ass in the air, pulled up my little night-gown, and spanked me until I cried. I came twice.”
“And you had your answers.” He ran his hands roughly over my breasts and caught my nipples in a vicelike grip.
“Yes. After she punished me, she held me and told me everything she thought I needed to know about the experience I had and perhaps the experiences that I might enjoy. Then she offered to train me. We made an agreement, determined my hard limits, and got started.” I sucked in a breath as he twisted and pulled at my nipples. “Through experiment and a year of sessions I learned what I needed, preferred, and that it was all right to want those things.”
I watched his face, waiting for some expression that would tell me what he thought of my story. I’d only revealed the depth of my experience to one other man, a man so far from the BDSM lifestyle that he might as well had been a puritan. He’d called me a dyke and a whore as he practically ran from my apartment. That had been more than four years ago and at most the men after him got the heavy-handed hint that I might like a little slap on the ass as they fucked me. Most of them had obliged but never at the level I needed or wanted.
“You were lucky. In the wrong hands you could have suffered. This woman did you a tremendous service and I hope you were properly grateful.” He released my nipples as I relaxed beneath him. The delightful sting lingered as blood rushed back into the offended flesh. Joshua slid upward, his thighs pressing up against my breasts as he leaned forward and rubbed the head of his cock between them. “Suck me.”
Wetting my lips, I wrapped one hand around him as he moved upward to rub against my lips. I flicked out my tongue to taste the pre-cum that gathered on the head. He groaned and pushed deep into my mouth in response. Joshua grabbed my hands, cuffed my wrists with one of his hands above my head, and started to work his cock in and out of my mouth with sure, steady strokes. Each push inside sent a little shiver of need straight to my clit. I twisted beneath him, desperate for more but determined to please him at the same time.
“Fuck.” He paused and then carefully pulled away. “Don’t move.”
I relaxed on the bed and watched through half-closed eyes as he pulled a condom from the box and tore open the wrapper. When he moved over me, I spread my legs wide for his body. Joshua penetrated with one long, sure thrust and when he was buried to the hilt he stopped and covered my mouth with his.
The lazy thrust of his tongue into my mouth was a harsh contrast with the thick invasion of his cock. The walls of my cunt clenched around him and when he started to move, I lifted my hips to meet him. I clutched at his back, my nails scoring his damp skin.
He pulled his mouth from mine, clutching my hips in a tight grip as he moved to his knees. The penetration changed, deepened, and the rawness of it stoked the need that brewed between us both until he was slamming into me ruthlessly. I took each pounding thrust gratefully and when he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders I shuddered in acceptance.
Completely at his mercy, I watched as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy, each inward thrust accompanied by the sound of skin smacking together and the thud of his balls slapping my ass. His fingers dug into my hips hard, his short, neatly manicured nails hard against my skin, and I could almost feel the bruises I would sport later for that sharp little pleasure.
“Come.” He demanded through clenched teeth. “Come now.”
I wanted it so bad I could taste it. My body was building toward something so hard and mean that I could barely stand to think about it. His fingers caught my clit, pinched, and I came in one vicious rush screaming his name. He let my legs fall from his shoulders and then he thrust against me one last time.
Joshua lowered us both to the bed and rested on me, his forehead flush with mine. Our bodies were fluid and relaxed as the pleasure of orgasm slipped away. I ran one hand down his back and sighed when