I Dare You (2 page)

Sometimes when he gave her specific directions she really
thought
he could see her.

He’d tell her to do things and she’d say okay, pretending, but somehow he caught her out every time. Tonight when she didn’t answer him he repeated his command, prodding her.

Cock Robin:
Did you take them off yet, Misty?

Misty:
Not yet. Hold on.

Cock Robin:
I am holding on.

She could almost feel his grin in his words.

Cock Robin:
Got my hand wrapped around it right now as a matter of fact.

Misty:
Oh yeah? Tell me how it looks? What it feels like.

Cock Robin:
Only after you take off your shorts.

Shannon stood long enough to pull her shorts down and kick them away. When she sat back down in the chair, the rough fabric of the cushion rubbed against the lips of her newly shaved cunt. That was something he’d ordered her to do two nights ago and had her describe the process to him in minute detail.

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Misty:
Okay. Done.

Cock Robin:
Are you sure
?
he teased.

Cock Robin:
No cheating, remember?

Misty:
Positive. Wanna see?
she teased back.

Cock Robin:
I wish I could. Touch yourself for me and tell me what you feel.

Shannon dropped one hand between her thighs and ran her fingertips over her naked labia. Her skin was slick, coated with her cream, her fingers sliding against her flesh in a sensuous caress. The inner walls of her cunt fluttered in arousal, begging to be stroked.

Licking her fingers the way he always ordered her to, she wrote,
Slick and hot. And
very smooth.

Cock Robin:
Better since you started shaving, right?

She paused a moment then typed,
Yes.

Cock Robin:
Go ahead and lift one foot onto your chair so you’re wide open. Slide two fingers inside your hot little cunt and pump them in and out. Do it, Misty.

Her eyes closed, she performed the nightly ritual, knowing he would not allow her release until after they signed off. It was his way of keeping her on edge, coming back for more. But just once she’d like to experience it while they were still connected.

The pulse deep within her womb strengthened as her fingers increased their pace and her thumb stole to the heated nub of her clit. Just this once. Just this one time…

Cock Robin:
Stop!

Her eyes flew open as if she’d actually heard him speak. The word flashed in large type across the center of her screen. Then his message scrolled down.

Cock Robin:
You know the rules. No orgasm until we sign off.

If he’d been in the room she would have smacked him. He always did this to her, never letting her reach a climax until they signed off. Her body vibrating with need, she slid back and forth across the cushion, seeking some relief.

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Cock Robin:
No cheating. I know you think you can sneak something in. Lick your fingers for me. Tell me when you lap them clean.

She ran her tongue over her two fingers, then typed,
Okay
.

Cock Robin:
Are you sure? Maybe you need a good spanking, Misty. Something that will turn your ass a gorgeous shade of hot pink and streak all the way to the lips of your pussy. Maybe you need to be handcuffed to the bed while I suck your clit and drive you crazy? What do you think?

What she thought was she wanted him right here with her doing those very things.

By this time, stupid as it seemed, she’d even come to trust him a little, to believe him when he said she was in no danger from him. He was leading her one step at a time into a Dominant/submissive relationship and she was actually enjoying it. Something began to unwind inside her.

Had she been a closet submissive all along but too inexperienced and untutored to know it? Maybe this was what she’d always wanted. Needed. So why hadn’t she and Mike been able to discuss it? Did he think anything beyond vanilla sex would turn her off? Was
that
the signal she’d given him?

Now she’d lost the chance to find out.

But not with Cock Robin.

At least on the computer. The thought boomed in her mind.

Misty: I think I want you to let me come,
she typed, her body rigid with the desire to reach a climax.

He sent her a smiley face.

Cock Robin:
I wish I was right there in the room with you. I’d give you an orgasm that would drop you into unconsciousness.

Misty:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Big talker. Did you tease your girlfriend like this? I’ll bet that’s why she walked out on you.

The screen was blank for so long Shannon was afraid he’d left the computer.

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Cock Robin:
She didn’t walk out on me. I gave her up. For her own good. Don’t ask me any more questions.

Oookay. So. Nothing that personal, right? But she’d love to know what
he
was afraid of. Because it was very clear to her that he thought his sexual appetites might be more than she could handle.

Misty:
But you’re not giving me up, right?

Cock Robin:
We’ve only just started.

Another pause.

Cock Robin:
Just how much do you think you can take, Misty? How far are you willing to go?

A shiver raced down her spine and butterflies woke up in her stomach. How far would she go? How far did he want to take her?

Misty:
What exactly did you have in mind?

Cock Robin:
I’m sending you the links to two websites. Go to them. Study them. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night. Then we’ll see what happens next. After you look at them, get your vibrator and make sure to give yourself a climax.

She licked her lips, the thought of sliding the smooth wand inside herself ratcheting up her arousal.

Misty:
I will.

Cock Robin:
When you slip it into your cunt, turn it on the highest speed and tug hard on your clit. Pull it. Pretend your fingers are mine. Do that for me. Say yes.

Misty:
Yes, Cock Robin.

Cock Robin:
And Misty?

Misty:
Yes?

Cock Robin:
Tomorrow night? Don’t wear anything.

As soon as he closed his message two weblinks popped up. Shannon quickly saved the message before the screen went blank.

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Desiree Holt

She was torn between satisfying her curiosity and satisfying her sexual need.

Maybe she could do both. Racing to her bedroom, she grabbed her vibrator from the drawer in her nightstand then hurried back to her desk, arranging herself comfortably in her chair. When she clicked on the first link and the website opened she was damn glad she’d come prepared. Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt.

Are you a dominant or submissive?
read the headline on the homepage.
Explore your
hidden feelings
, the message encouraged her.

Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds—leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels—as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their nipples. Lying across the lap of the master and being spanked.

There were photos of handcuffs, collars, things identified as floggers of all kinds, something called a spanking bench. And on. And on. Until Shannon didn’t think her eyes could open any wider.

Other pictures weren’t sexual at all but showed men tenderly feeding their subs, caring for them, and inexplicably those stimulated her just as much. The thing she couldn’t get out of her mind was the blissful expression on each woman’s face, the ultimate satisfaction.

The trust!

That was something she’d never even thought about. That for a relationship like this to work there had to be absolute trust. Could she give that trust to a complete stranger? A man she’d never met?

She closed the site, opened the second one and her mouth fell open. This one dealt with ménages and Shannon didn’t know which stunned her more, the pictures or the quotes from people.

Was
this
what Cock Robin was into, also?

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I Dare You

By now she was so hot she was afraid she’d burn a hole through the seat cushion on her chair. Turning on her vibrator, she set it to full speed as he’d said and slid it inside her waiting cunt. When her fingers pinched her clit she closed her eyes, head lolling back and did as Cock Robin ordered—pretended it was him, even though she had no idea what he looked like.

She rode the vibrator as if it were a living penis, hunching in her chair, tormenting her clit until the tension built inside her to a point beyond bearing. In seconds the orgasm hit her, hard and furious, racking her body. She squeezed her thighs together and clamped her vaginal muscles onto the wand until the last shudder faded away.

Limp, she collapsed back in the chair, wondering if she would have the courage to follow through where temptation was leading her.

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Desiree Holt

Shannon barely made it through the next day at work. Her mind was constantly dwelling on the websites she’d seen the night before and Cock Robin’s last message to her. She was so distracted the receptionist had to remind her three times she was late for a meeting. Finally, finally, she was out of the building and racing home, anxious to get to her computer.

She took time for a brief shower, sprayed herself with the scent she favored and wrapped a bath towel around herself. Tonight she wouldn’t have any clothes to remove because she wouldn‘t be wearing any. Opening a new bottle of wine, she carried it along with a glass to her computer desk, logged into her special IM box…and there he was!

Cock Robin:
Hi, Misty. Been waiting for you.

She poured the wine into the glass and took a healthy swallow before typing back.

Misty:
I’m here.

Cock Robin:
Are you naked?

For a moment she was tempted to lie but she knew, even across cyberspace, he’d catch her out.

Misty:
I showered. I’m wearing a towel.

Cock Robin
: If I were there with you, I would have bathed you with my own hands, washed every inch of your body. Inside and out. Massaged those muscles that tighten up at the end of the day.

A shiver raced along Shannon’s spine and her skin tingled as the image of masculine hands on her body played out in her mind.

Misty:
Promises, promises
,
she teased, startled at her growing audacity.

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Cock Robin:
I want to know you’re naked,
he reminded her.

She untucked the towel from under her arm and tossed it aside. The cool air on her nipples drew them into hard points and cream flooded her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together as the walls of her vagina fluttered in hungry need.

Misty:
I’m naked now.

Cock Robin:
Good. Did you get yourself off last night?

Misty:
Yes.

Cock Robin:
Before or after you looked at the websites?

She hesitated briefly.

Misty:
After.

Cock Robin:
Good girl.

His praise was like a balm to her. It occurred to her with a start that she would have done anything for this unseen, unknown man just to earn those words.

Cock Robin:
Misty?

Misty:
Yes?

Cock Robin:
What did you think of the sites? Did you enjoy looking at them?

What did I think? Well, Cock Robin, to either my shame of credit, I got so hot I went off
within seconds.

Misty:
Yes.
She was afraid to say anything else. Let him do the leading.

Long pause.

Cock Robin:
Would you like to try some of those things?

Longer pause from her.

Misty:
Yes.

Cock Robin:
Not too talkative tonight. Did the sites make you nervous?

Misty:
A little.

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Desiree Holt

Cock Robin:
BDSM is as safe as two people make it. It’s a way of expressing how they feel about each other. And it requires absolute trust from both people.

Trust. Could she ever give it to someone else? Especially someone she didn’t even really know?

A picture popped up on her screen, one of the shots from the BDSM website. The one of the woman on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back, a very large cock in her mouth. Immediately she felt her juices soak into the fabric beneath her.

Cock Robin:
Does that make you wet, Misty? Would you like to be that woman?

She paused then wrote.

Misty:
I think so.

Cock Robin:
Want to play a game?

A game. That’s how this all started. But now she knew the stakes would be higher.

Did she want to take the next step?

Misty:
Maybe.

Cock Robin:
Maybe?

She could almost hear a chuckle.

Cock Robin:
Come on, Misty, you have to do better than that. Let’s play Treasure Hunt.

Misty:
Treasure Hunt?

Cock Robin:
Tomorrow night. I dare you. I told you, I’ll never do anything to hurt or frighten you. You can trust me. That’s a promise.

There was that word again. Trust. Still she couldn‘t make herself answer him. She knew trust was earned, not just given to some faceless stranger. But over the dozens of conversations they’d had online, there had been something about his messages that had given her a secure feeling, Oh, yeah, she knew all about the dangers of internet sex. She was no dummy. But he hadn’t asked her to do anything outrageous or painful or 18