Playing for Keeps (4 page)

Holy shit! Matt felt like he was going to explode. He was sure he had never witnessed anything sexier in his life.

He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her; he surged out of the bath lifting her with him. They stood in front of the vanity units. She faced away from him. He grabbed her hands, planted them on the counter, and pulled her backside toward him. One hand slipped between her folds and two fingers went inside her where he still felt the spasms of her orgasm. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to control his mounting excitement.

He was so desperate for his own release that he pushed her head down and entered her fully in one strong surge. Shit, she was so hot, so tight, so slick… He leaned over and brushed her hair from her neck. He touched her throat first and then caressed lower to tease her nipples, all the while pumping into her as hard and as fast as he could. Christ he wasn’t going to last long! Matt felt his release building, heard the slap of his balls against her moist opening.

“Harder…yes, oh yes’s, harder.” He could hardly believe she was encouraging him; her pleas for him to take her harder came out breathy and eager as she planted in time to his thrusts. He had her pinned from behind, but she looked so passionate in the mirror, so turned on. Her eyes blazed with passion. He was thrilled with her response. He clenched his jaw as he fought for control.

Matt grabbed her hips hard and continued slamming into her, almost as hard as Cassie herself was pushing back against him. Her pussy tightened around him, a sure sign that she was about to come again. He slipped his arm around her and rubbed her clit then pinched the erect bud tight between his fingers. She whimpered low in her throat. ‘Oh Christ…so good,” she gasped.

“Come with me, baby. I can’t hold on much longer,” he panted. “Now!” He threw back his head and let out a roar as his own completion tore through him.

Cassie screamed as she stiffened, then bucked. Matt knew that if he’d not been holding her, her legs would have buckled. He leaned over and kissed her gently, “Amazing, absolutely bloody amazing…” he whispered against her ear, as he surveyed her reflection in the mirror.

He felt her body trembling as she continued to hold onto the vanity unit. She lowered her head causing her hair to fall forward, shielding her face from his view. She said nothing.

Her stillness was un-nerving. The strength of their passion had taken him by surprise and he had been a bit rougher with her than he would normally be. Guilt choked him.

“Are you okay, babe? I was a bit rough – sorry about that, but you got me so darned horny I couldn’t help myself.”

Her body slumped across the vanity unit and she gripped the sides tightly. She shook her head in reply to his question. He stroked her back in an attempt to comfort her. He felt the small tremors that still coursed throughout her body, as she fought to bring her labored breathing back under control.

Crap! He had been too rough.

Chapter 3

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed. Her body was still trembling. He leaned over and kissed her slowly, pouring his heart into the kiss. He didn’t want her to think he was indifferent to her feelings. He was nervous about how she was going to react to his surprise. He had planned everything down to the last detail in an effort to give her a birthday treat to remember. The last thing he needed was to upset her before the weekend had really begun. He ran his hands up and down her arms, soothing, calming. How the hell was he going to make this right? The night just wasn’t going the way he’d planned.

He watched over her closely as her breathing settled. She smiled tremulously at him, her eyes bright with tears. His throat felt tight with regret and he cursed himself under his breath for being so carried away that he had reduced her to tears. He could cope with her shouting at him. He could cope with her sulking and refusing to talk. He couldn’t cope with her crying.

“Sorry, babe,” he said.

“What are you sorry for?” Cassie looked at him through dazed eyes.

“For being rough with you. For being too enthusiastic – did I hurt you?” He was full of remorse.

“Of course you didn’t hurt me.”

He gave a sigh of relief. “Why are you crying?” He was perplexed.

“Shit, Matt – you just gave me two fantastic orgasms within ten minutes.” She smiled at him shyly.

She had said fantastic! Suddenly he felt ten foot tall and couldn’t contain the grin he felt breaking out across his face.

“You get as emotional as you want, sweetheart, as long as you’re happy,” he returned wickedly.

He lay down on the bed and gathered her in his arms. Her body was still trembling with small aftershocks. He stroked his hands up and down over her arms, across her back and over her rounded buttocks until she calmed. She turned in his arms so that he held her spoon fashion and dozed off. He decided to let her rest, but not too long. The party was booked for the early part of the evening.

Cassie awoke with a start as the telephone on the nightstand rang. She rolled out of his arms to answer it.

“Can I speak to Master Matt?” the brisk, male voice on the other end of the phone asked. Master Matt? Her body quivered as her imagination drifted briefly to the romance book she had read recently. She wondered why they would refer to him in that way. What was going on? Feeling a little confused, she turned to hand him the phone.

“Master Matt,” she teased as she handed the receiver to him, “phone call for you.”

Matt reached over and took the phone from her grasp. She couldn’t tell who it was by his conversation, which was mostly conducted in ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers. Once he had replaced the receiver, he turned to her, “Time to get ready for the party.”

Still confused, she reached up to caress his face. “Are we still going?”

“Of course – it’s the highlight of the weekend.” He turned his head in order to brush a kiss across the palm of her hand, before retreating to the other side of the bed. She knew then that he was up to something. Whatever the phone call had been about, he wasn’t about to give the game away.

She found herself wondering exactly what he was planning.

He had been very secretive about their weekend away and had refused to give her any details. When asked he would only say it was a surprise. She had tried to figure out what kind of surprise he was planning, based on the little information that she had. Remembering the costumes he had mentioned earlier, she started to get excited. They were going to dress up. Someone obviously thought he was her master. Was she finally going to be able to experience a bit of role-play?

Shit! It they were going to role-play she wanted to do it in private, not in a group of other people. She thought she’d taken his mind off the party. She had hoped that perhaps with what had gone on earlier he would decide to stay here and party with her. Nervous tension gnawed at her stomach. She really was not looking forward to the evening ahead. She envisaged a party filled with a large crowd of strangers. It wasn’t at all how she would have chosen to spend her birthday. If she were going to celebrate with a party, she would rather have been surrounded by family and friends. Alternatively, she would be happy if there were just the two of them.

Not wanting to disappoint him, especially after he had taken such good care of her earlier, Cassie nodded her approval. Perhaps if they got ready and went downstairs, they would only have to stay for an hour or two before escaping back to their suite.

She watched as he got up quickly and strode purposefully across the room. His long stride made short work of the distance to the dressing area. Cassie lay for a few moments admiring the view. He was just as gorgeous from the rear as from the front, and her heart raced a little faster!

“Your outfit is hanging in the closet; I’ll get dressed in the bathroom when I shave.” He pulled an outfit bag from the wardrobe and strode into the bathroom with it slung across his arm.

Cassie had forgotten to ask what costume he had ordered for her, and curiosity getting the better of her, she crossed to the closet to pull out her own outfit bag.

Holy shit. No way. Matt must not have seen the outfit – typical bloke. He must have picked from a list without looking at it! The costume provided for her was that of a belly dancer. The blouse if you could call it that, was comprised of a very sheer sea green long sleeved top that ended just below her bust. The front was low cut and edged with jewels. Beading was sewn across where her nipples would be and tassels were attached. The bottom edge of the blouse / bra had little gold charms hanging from a chain, which would encircle her. The skirt was no more than a waistband from which hung an array of multi colored diaphanous scarves. Totally indecent to be seen out in.

He surely didn’t intend for her to wear it in public. She wouldn’t have minded wearing it just for Matt, the thought alone brought out goose bumps. When she had suggested role-play in the past, he had looked at her as though she had a screw loose, so she had let the subject drop. She could imagine the fun she would have dressed up as his ‘harem’ girl. Unfortunately, she didn’t think he would enjoy it. Every time she’d tried to talk him into role-play, they’d ended up fighting.

Rifling through the bag, she pulled out a matching sea green veil, along with what appeared to be, a string of pearls attached to a strip of lace. What the hell was that? When she held it up she finally figured out it was a thong, with the string of pearls going from back to front. She couldn’t believe he would want her to wear something so risqué in public.

She wouldn’t mind wearing the thong for a private show. The thought of all those little white pearls caressing her clit as she walked was enough to start a sweet ache between her legs. She was wet at the thought alone.

“Matt – have you seen this outfit?” she called through the bathroom door.

“Sure, honey, I picked it out myself,” he replied, “thought the color would match your eyes.”

He had to be fibbing. “You expect me to go downstairs wearing this?”

“You’ll look sensational – don’t worry!”

Don’t worry! She was likely to be arrested for indecency! She decided to put the outfit on, so that he could see how indecent it was. As she had expected, the thong tickled just where it shouldn’t. She stood back and surveyed herself in the mirror.

She had brushed her hair out, but left it down in the hope that it would cover some of her top. She pushed the riot of curls behind her to fall down her back as she took in the picture she made. The outfit was positively scandalous. The cropped top was tight and her ample bust was almost spilling over the cleavage, and although the strategically placed tassels covered her nipples, her darker areoles were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She had a reasonably good figure having always kept herself fit by working out most weekends. The low fitting skirt showed off her flat and toned stomach, although the skirt did little to hide her long legs. She imagined how much leg would be on display when they went downstairs for the party. She didn’t mind Matt seeing and admiring her legs, but she didn’t want anyone else ogling them.

It was a sexy outfit! It made her feel sexy and alluring. She imagined herself dancing for Matt. She surveyed herself in the mirror, noting the light flush that now covered her face and neckline. She pouted her lips and blew her reflection a kiss. He didn’t stand a chance.

Her thoughts once again turned to role-play. Dressed as she was, there was a good chance she could get him to indulge her this evening. Maybe she would drive him wild and he would take her roughly again! That had been mind blowing – and so unlike the gentle lover he normally was.

Cassie froze in panic when a loud knock came on the door to their suite. No way did she want anyone to see her. She was grateful when she heard Matt leave the bathroom to answer the door. She stayed hidden in the bedroom out of the way while he dealt with their caller. No way was anyone going to see her dressed in this.

Matt returned after a minute and she had a chance to look at his outfit properly for the first time.

He was wearing what she supposed she would classify as a Sultan’s outfit. Loose gold pants hung low on his hips. He had embroidered gold slippers on his feet. His bare chest, which if she wasn’t mistaken had been rubbed with oil, was barely covered by an embroidered waistcoat. Upon his head he wore a turban with a jewel in the center. God, he was gorgeous. She had always thought him good looking. He was tall, a good couple of inches over six foot, and he wore his dark hair cut short at the back but longer on top, giving him a slightly ‘I just got out of bed look’. His glacier blue eyes pierced straight to her heart. A look from him turned her on. His eyes made a dramatic contrast to his lightly tanned complexion, which had more to do with his Italian genes than sunbathing. As he stood there with his arms folded, letting her look her fill, she felt proud that he had chosen her as his girlfriend.

“Time to go.”

“I can’t go anywhere in this. Do you want me to get arrested?” Cassie flung her arms wide so that he could see how little her outfit covered.

“Looks mighty fine to me,” he replied.

His voice sounded strained and she looked closely at him. Something was up. Surely he wouldn’t really want to take her to a party barely dressed.

“They are waiting for us, Cassie.”

“Who are they?”

“Our escorts to the party. Put your veil on and let’s go.” He gave her no chance to object as he picked up the veil, spun her around and placed the veil over her face, fastening it securely at the back of her head.

“There – no one will recognize you. Happy now?” He grabbed her hand and more or less dragged her to the door of their suite. Her stomach performed a somersault as he headed for the door. She was so stunned that he intended to take her downstairs barely dressed that she was unable to voice her objections.

Shit, all of a sudden he had become Mr. Dominant!

Cassie’s objections stalled in her throat when he opened the door and she saw two men dressed in black leather pants, waistcoats and eye masks. Matt nodded to them, pulled her out of the room and turned to lock their door. Without a word their escorts set off down the corridor and she was pulled along in Matt’s wake as he followed them.