Playing for Keeps (3 page)

Reading the book had done nothing to ease his frustration. Although some of the scenes had been, in his opinion, extreme and borderline abusive, a lot were more positive, emphasizing the fact that those within the BDSM scene had to have total trust in their partner. A submissive put all of her trust in her Dom; he in return ensured her sexual satisfaction and made sure that she was well taken care of in other ways. If what he had read was true, then a good Dom who knew what he was doing could actually get his submissive to orgasm on command. Christ, imagine that! Just the thought had him hard.

He vaguely recalled that on a guys’ night out several months earlier, a couple of his friends, slightly drunk at the time, had discussed the best clubs for those in the lifestyle. He did recall James saying that he and his girlfriend were stronger than ever before as a couple once they had begun to explore the lifestyle, as he called it. He would give James a ring tomorrow and get more information from him.

His trousers were already undone; the hard on he had had all the way through reading the book had not dissipated. He leaned back into the chair; spreading his legs. He fisted his rigid cock and closed his eyes. He imagined Cassie down on her knees before him, her mouth wrapped around his rigid length as she took him deep into her throat. He stroked himself slowly at first, letting the fantasy carry him as he imagined the sensation of her tongue curling around his head, licking and kissing her way down the length of his erection. His legs trembled slightly and he smeared the bead of pre-cum down the length of his cock, before grasping himself tighter, imagining himself inside her warm moist body. As he stroked himself with greater urgency, he fantasized that he had Cassie kneeling between his legs as he commanded her to suck him faster and harder. Panting like he was running a marathon, he stroked himself quicker and quicker as he reached for his release. Shit, his orgasm was about to blow! His last thought before his ejaculation brought his brain to a screaming halt was that he would love to look in her eyes as she swallowed all he gave her.

As he lay in bed still unable to sleep, he pondered exactly what it was Cassie was looking for. All the subs in her book got really turned on just by the act of submission. He began to suspect that what Cassie was really looking for was domination in the bedroom. She really wanted to submit, not role-play!

“Well honey, if that’s what you want… that’s what you’re going to get,” he murmured, before he fell asleep exhausted.

Chapter 2

It wasn’t quite what Cassie had expected. When Matt had said he was taking her away for her birthday, she had expected an upmarket hotel, roses, champagne, a romantic dinner followed by a night in his arms. After all Matt was the traditional type – no matter how much she had tried to persuade him to experiment a bit in the bedroom.

She had not expected to end up at a Gothic looking palace that looked like it had been stolen from the pages of a Steven King novel. The hotel sat in the middle of nowhere, an island in a vista of lush green foliage. The patchwork of fields stretched as far as the eye could see and she spied no other properties nearby. When he’d told her they were going to a costume party that night, she had wanted to turn around and ask him to take her home. For months she had been trying to tempt him into trying a little role-play. The last thing she wanted to have to take part in was some juvenile costume parade. Cassie felt like she had lost the prize and ended up with the consolation award. Her stomach was in knots. She was going to have a hard time hiding her disappointment.

She looked around the suite they had been shown to. There was a small lounge, large bedroom with a solid wood four-poster bed decked out in crisp white linens on a raised dais. This bed sat opposite a large picture window giving views across fields and woodland that seemed to stretch for miles.

She felt a twinge of guilt. It had probably cost him a fortune for the weekend; suites in country hotels did not come cheap, but for lord’s sake where was the romance in a costume party?

The bathroom was luxurious with a large sunken Jacuzzi bath easily big enough to accommodate two, twin washbasins and a shower enclosure. The walls and floor were black marble flecked with gold, and the shelves where filled with expensive toiletries, which, had she not been feeling so disappointed would have thrilled her. Maybe she could persuade him to join her in the large bath and they could have their own party up here in their room. Determined to try to rescue some romance from the weekend, she set about unpacking her bag and personal toiletries.

Matt had to struggle to keep the grin off his face as he leaned against the bedroom door frame, watching her unpack. He knew she was disappointed, but hoped that when he sprung his final surprise she would be pleased. Just the thought of her in the outfit he had ordered was enough to make his cock twitch. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to try to get himself back under control.

Deep breaths, easy boy!

“Cassie, I’m going to nip downstairs and pick up our costumes. Why don’t you have your bath now while I’m gone and you can get straight into yours when I get back? The party starts in about an hour.”

He knew she wasn’t excited by the idea of a costume party but was trying to put a brave face on her disappointment. He was tempted to ‘come clean’ and tell her exactly what he had planned for the evening, but he managed to contain himself, sure that a surprise would be better.

“Are you sure you want to go to the party?” she asked, her tone flirtatious. “Wouldn’t you rather order dinner and stay here and make our own party?”

Matt watched her saunter over to him, her lush hips swaying. Shit – he couldn’t wait to see her in her outfit. She stopped directly in front of him, her hands splaying out across his chest her nails lightly raking his nipples. Down boy. It would have been so easy to take what she was offering, he could have quite happily thrown her down on the bed and made love to her, but he reminded himself this night was for her, about making her fantasies come true.

No vanilla sex tonight – he had planned this to the last detail and he would see it through even if she was killing him! He grabbed her hands and hauled them around his waist as he pulled her closer. Her breasts pushed up against his pecs and her mound rubbed against his hardening erection.

His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue flicking across the seam of her mouth until with a sigh she sank into him and opened her mouth fully. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking his desire to be buried deep inside her. His tongue tangled with hers as he ground his pelvis against her mound. She moaned softly, a whimper from the back of her throat as her body softened and pressed into him. His left hand came up to grab her hair. The long wavy hair the color of mahogany was one of the first things he had noticed about her. He had fantasized about seeing it spread out on his pillows as she lay underneath him. He wrapped a handful in his fist and pulled back gently to expose her throat. Her skin was like satin and he left her mouth to trail kisses down her throat. At the junction of her neck and shoulder, he nibbled gently with his teeth, knowing she was sensitive in that area. He had the satisfaction of hearing her moan again.

He returned to her mouth, kissing her hard before forcibly putting her away from him. He felt bad about the disappointment in her eyes, but had to stick to his plan.

“We can’t miss the party, honey,” he told her. “You get in the bath while I go and sort things out. I promise I will make it up to you later.”

He turned away while he still had the strength and walked back into the lounge. His cock was throbbing and tenting painfully against his pants. He poured himself a drink from the mini bar and tried to calm down. He sure as hell couldn’t leave the room with his cock at half-mast!

By the time he returned from picking up the costumes, Cassie was already settled in the big bath with her hair pinned atop her head. The bubble bath she had added created a dense coating of bubbles and he couldn’t see below the water line. Her more than generous breasts with their darker, large nipples bobbed gently on the surface. She lay back in the bath with her eyes closed, a smile hovering on her lips. She obviously had not heard him enter the suite and he took his time standing in the bathroom doorway just watching her.

Holy shit. It took him only a moment or two to realize that she was playing with herself. She had told him that whenever she was uptight she masturbated as sexual release seemed to alleviate all the tension in her body. She had, however, never masturbated in front of him – and he had been too much of a gentleman to ask her to. Now he wished he hadn’t been so reticent. Watching her getting herself off was such a turn on. She lifted her left leg and placed it on the shelf of the bath, one hand was covered in soap as she gently massaged first one breast and then the other, her fingers plucking at her nipples until they stood at attention. Her other hand was below the water line, out of view, the bubbles denying him the sight he wanted so badly.

Seeing her hand bob up and down, moving faster and faster, and listening to her breathing becoming more ragged, knowing that she was going to come at any minute turned him on so fast it took his breath away. Jesus, he couldn’t breathe. He should make her aware that he was there – but there was no way on earth he was going to miss her finale – not when she was this close. His cock throbbed and he subconsciously rubbed himself in time with her movements.

Her fingers worked frantically below the water line, and he heard the little moans at the back of her throat, which he guessed was a scream she was trying to suppress. As her legs started to tremble, her green eyes opened suddenly. She dropped her left leg back into the bath and under the water and quickly averted her gaze.

“Don’t stop now, honey – you’re just getting to the best bit,” he drawled, his voice coming out more husky than usual.

“Go away, you’re embarrassing me!” she snapped back.

“I might be embarrassing you – but hell, you’ve got me turned on so much I can hardly think straight,” he said.

“Please Cassie, carry on – you must be feeling frustrated leaving off where you did. I loved watching you.” Shit, he hadn’t been this turned on since he was a teenager who couldn’t control his hormones.

“Look, I’ll strip and join you in the bath – you won’t be on your own.”

She looked up at him, embarrassment slowly fading from her face and softly muttered, “Okay.” But, she left her hands where they were resting along the sides of the bath.

He yanked his shirt off, not caring that buttons were popping left, right and center and peeled down the zip of his slacks carefully over his erection. He toed off his shoes and socks, his eyes on Cassie as he undressed. He loved the way her eyes lit up as he slowly lowered his pants and boxers to reveal his fully erect state.

“See what you did to me,” he said. “How can you think watching you didn’t turn me on?”

Her eyes widened, and her tongue slipped between her teeth as she licked her lips. The thought of the havoc her tongue would evoke, caused his cock to twitch.

“Move forward, sweetheart and make some room for me.” He slipped into the bath behind her, pulling her onto his lap so that her firm bum cheeks sat on top of his cock. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and pulled her back so that she rested firmly against his chest. He brought his hands up to cover her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and index finger. God, her breasts were so responsive. The nipples were erect and pushing into his hands in moments. She arched her back and pushed her breasts towards his hands as she leaned back more fully against him with her head resting against his neck and shoulder. Her bum cheeks moved restlessly over his cock, as she pressed herself more firmly against him.

“Finish what you started, baby,” he murmured hoarsely.

“I can’t, not with you watching me.”

“Yes, you can.” He took her right hand in his while pushing her legs apart with his knees, and guided her hand between her legs. Cupping her hand in his larger one, he held open her fingers and guided her middle and index finger between her folds. Shit she was swollen and hot. He only hoped he lasted until she came. His breath hissed between his gritted teeth as he fought for control.

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight refusing to let go.

“Relax, enjoy, baby.” He worked her fingers up and down against her swollen clit. He nibbled at her neck, sucking and biting at the same time as he stroked her fingers up and down. Her breathing became more labored, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls, and he was getting harder by the minute.

“I’m going to take my hand away now, baby, but I want you to continue.” He swallowed hard. “I want to hold you in my arms when you come apart.”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was normally so in control, so correct, so polite, never in a million years would she have imagined herself masturbating in front of someone else– but shit, she had been on at him to try something new in their love life. Perhaps it was time she tried something different herself. If it made him happy and judging by what she was sitting on, it was making him very happy, then what the hell.

She closed her eyes, snuggled her back against his chest. His arms were now around her middle, with his fingers playing a sweet tune on her nipples. He pulled and twisted them almost painfully and the sensation was spiraling straight to the folds between her thighs. The pulsing started deep inside and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She plunged two fingers inside and continued to stroke up and down her outer folds and clitoris with her other hand. As the tension mounted, her fingers stroked more and more frantically as she reached for the release she needed.

“Oh God, Matt… Matt, I’m going to come!” she screamed.

“That’s it, baby, let it go. Fly for me.” She heard how erratic his breathing had become and his hoarse entreaty spurred her toward her climax.

“Oh God, Oh shit….” She was screaming her pleasure and bucking above him. She clamped around the fingers she had inserted, spasms of her release sucking and pulling them in, as her orgasm finally washed over her, leaving her jerking around on his lap.