Let's Play a Game

6 - Lunar Love

Lunar Love

.5 oz chocolate liquor

1.5 oz bourbon of choice

Pour over ice, garnish with a cherry

I loved the sounds he made when he started to lose control. A little breathy, a little surprised, like he was shocked that little old me could get him there. He came with a quiet moan that broke into a sigh. I was going to dream about that sound tonight.

He surprised me by roughly grabbing me under my arms and hauling me to my feet. I stumbled a little but he kept me upright. "I have to admit, Megan, you've surprised me. I underestimated you." He turned me around and pressed my back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly. One hand grabbed at my breast and the other squeezed my tummy and my hip, fingers edging their way down my mound. I was breathing fast from the blowjob but excitement tore through me. "So I'll tell you what. Let's play another game."

He unlocked my cuffs, bringing my hands forward and then re-locking them so that my arms were wrapped around the column in the middle of the room. I yelped as he smacked my ass, hard, a sharp sting warming me. He hit the other cheek too. Then he pushed me hard against the column and pressed himself against me, whispering roughly in my ear. "I'm going to do everything in my power to make you come, and you're going to fight it. You are not going to come for me, are you?"

I shivered. I loved—and hated—this game. It was the best kind of torture, but the absolute hardest for me. "No sir. I'll try."

"You better, because if you fail, I'm going to enjoy beating the hell out of you." Another smack on my ass.

I smiled. God, I missed this.

His hands traveled down my back, fingernails scratching my skin hard enough that I'd have some nice red lines to show for it. He growled as his hands went further, resting on my ass cheeks and then squeezing sharply. He let go and smacked them both.

The rush of confidence and desire surrounded me as he kissed the spot on my ass he had just hit. His mouth felt so good, slowly working its way across my ass and down to my leg, and he nibbled and licked at my rose tattoo. Then he bit me. Hard. I gasped and tried not to squirm away, but it hurt.

His tongue worked over the bite, and then flicked lightly against the lips of my pussy. He pulled one into his mouth and I sighed. He's going to find it, I thought. He's going to find that spot I like, I know it. If he doesn't already know. I wouldn't have put it past Reuben to tell him exactly how to get me off. I knew if I didn't hold it together when he found it, I'd be toast.

While his tongue explored the outer edges of my pussy, not quite opening me up, I felt his hands travel up the backs of my legs. His left hand stayed on my lower back, keeping me in place, and his right hand threaded between my legs, reached up to my tummy, and gently circled my naval, his fingers trailing down again. Then he gently started rubbing my clit.

I couldn't help but move against him. With one hand on my lower back, the other playing with my clit, and his tongue exploring the outside of my pussy, I felt myself start to lose control. Keep breathing, I thought. Focus. I knew how to do this. It was really hard but I knew how to do this. If I didn't have this damn blindfold on, I realized, this would be so much easier. Looking around and focusing on things around me was what helped me stay off the orgasm. With my eyes completely blinded, I had nothing to focus on except his rough fingers teasing me, and his hot breath—

I let out a loud moan as he found it.

"Ah... there it is."

"Fuck!"