Page 31 of Wicked Games

I groaned.

This was sick and wrong. His domination and abuse should not be turning me on. The man had made me crawl across a floor! And yet with every movement I could feel his eyes on me. Knowing he was watching the sway of my hips and leering at my naked ass caused a tremor to course down my limbs. There was a strange sort of empowerment knowing my submissive response was enthralling him.

An odd current of power being exchanged back and forth between us.

A game of wills.

I kept tensing, waiting for him to suddenly spank my exposed ass. I was almost disappointed when he didn’t. Although I remember too well the frisson of desire when he threatened to get the strap. I imagined a heavy leather belt and how it would feel snapping across my soft skin. How it would look curled around one of his strong fists.

When he first placed his fingers inside of me, I was overcome with both desire and humiliation. I didn’t want him to know how wet I had become from the feel of his hands as they slowly and methodically restrained me. I had never been tied down before. To be honest, I never really saw the attraction. What was the point in having sex if you weren’t allowed to move? Weren’t allowed to scratch the man’s back, or wrap your legs around his hips, or grab onto his hair as you kissed?

I now knew differently.

Again, it was the strange transfer of power. The sensation that I was at once both powerless and powerful. I knew he had the strength and dominance over me but at the same time, I knew he wanted me.

Then when he forced me to taste my own arousal, so that I wouldn’t even be able to deny the truth, I felt a surge of anger. I wanted to tip the balance of power firmly in my favor.

So I bit him.

The moment my teeth clenched down on his fingers I knew I had made a dreadful mistake. While so far I had found his punishments confusing and arousing with a disturbing mixture of pleasure and pain, I was certain I would not find what came next so.

My body trembled in fear as he pulled his large cock free.

He was going to fuck my mouth.

My mouth.

Not a blowjob. Not just oral sex.

He was going to fuck it.

Oh, God.

I tried to plead with him with my eyes. His own stared coldly back.

Just as I thought the fear and anxiety of what was about to be done to me was going to overwhelm me like a dark wave of water, something warm and soothing unfurled in my stomach. I closed my eyes as my head spun with uncontrollable arousal.

My thoughts were starting to scatter like wisps of smoke in the air. They became thin and indistinct. I watched in awe as he removed his shirt.

Richard really did have a magnificent body. Despite being much older than me, he was still extremely fit with a flat stomach and hard abs.

Just then Richard chuckled. “I’m glad you like it, my love.”

Oh, God! Did I say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.”

Fuck! Did I say that too?

I was losing control of my body and mind. I felt as if I were floating under warm water with rays of sunshine streaming through the ripples like a glowing mist.

“I’ve warned you about your language,” he growled.

Richard rose up on his knees and leaned over my body. Blocking out the soft light from the candles around the bed, he grasped the headboard. I could feel the warm skin of his cock skim along my lower lip.

Then the bulbous head of his cock pushed past my lips, pressing my tongue down.

Somewhere deep inside my head, I knew I should be afraid but I wasn’t; all I felt was anticipation. It was as if I were in a roller coaster cart at the very top of a steep drop with it just teetering back and forth, back and forth…I knew once it went crashing down that hill, I would feel exhilarated, frightened, and sick all at once.

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