Fair game, p.13
Fair Game, page 13
She chose a set of green glass doors that masked any view of the inside. PARADISE arched in a curlicue font across the front window, accompanied by painted palm trees and brilliant birds-of-paradise.
Inside, the lobby walls were sponge-painted to look like fake rocks in varying shades of gray and black. Recessed lighting in the ceiling centered on palm trees in pots and gleamed on the black-and-green mosaic floor. Mist puffed from jets along the baseboards to complete the steamy, jungle setting, yet underlying it was the scent of chlorine.
The young woman at the counter wore tight leopard skin, heavily outlined eyes, and a deep red lipstick that looped too far outside the true lines of her lip. “May I help you?”
“We’d like a private room.” Josie pulled out her wallet.
Kyle still hadn’t decided what the place was. Perhaps a spa or sauna, his and her massages.
“I have the coupon from the website, too”—she laid it on the counter—“plus we’d like the free extra half hour since it’s before five.”
She was born into wealth, yet she watched every penny. She wouldn’t let him buy her an expensive corset, and she used Internet coupons. As if she had to earn everything rather than be given it. In a regular family-run company, she would have had the manager’s job without question, and yet she seemed to work hard to deserve all she had. Right down to the economy car she drove. She probably lived off her salary, not her family money. She worked off her reputation, not her family name. Being accepted for her accomplishments was more important to her than all the wealth and comfort her family could supply.
The leopard woman rang up the charge. “Would you like any water?”
“No, thanks.” She hugged her magic canvas bag tighter, her body language indicating she’d brought her own bottles.
“Then follow me.”
The woman was leopard from head to foot, with thin spike heels that wobbled as she walked. In flat sandals, a spandex work-out top, and a quarter the amount of makeup, Josie outshone Ms. Leopard by a mile. He admired the sway of her ass in the wraparound skirt.
Down the hallway, the chlorine aroma intensified. Unlocking a door, the lady snapped on a light. “No bubbles or lube in the tub, please. The towels are right up here.” She pointed to a wire rack above the light switch.
“Thank you.” Josie motioned him inside as the woman left them, closing the door.
Fifteen by fifteen, the room had two levels. Surrounded by wood decking, a recessed hot tub sat up a short flight of stairs, its water already rumbling and frothing. At tub level, exactly opposite the door through which they’d entered, lay a thin mattress covered in a jungle-print sheet. The lower level was perhaps a couple of arm lengths wide. The floor they stood on was concrete, with a shower at the far end, just below the hot tub.
Josie hit a switch, and the overhead light flipped to a black light. Jungle images glowed in fluorescent color: insects, birds, palm fronds.
With that mattress, the room was made for illicit activities. “You bad girl,” he said. “How did you know about this place?”
She gave him a look and shook her head, rolling her eyes. “I like a good soak.” She arched one brow. “Now strip, slave.”
Hanging her bag on a hook beneath the towel rack, Josie pulled out a couple of water bottles and fed them through the railing surrounding the tub, setting them on the deck within easy reach. Then she stood, arms akimbo, hands on hips.
Kyle kicked off his flip-flops, yanked his T-shirt over his head, draped it over one of the hooks along the back wall, then popped the buttons on his shorts.
He was naked beneath. Beautifully, magnificently naked and hard already. Josie heated on the inside. Oh, the naughty things she had planned for him. “Now get in the shower.”
He turned on the tap, holding his hand under until the water warmed, then stepped beneath the spray.
“Soap up,” she said.
From a wall dispenser, he filled his palm. Josie leaned against the wall just beyond the fall of water. “I want to see you clean everything.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He soaped his chest, which was covered with the lightest dusting of hair. He lingered over his nipples, his eyes on hers. Then he stroked down his stomach and grabbed his cock. It grew in his fist as he pumped, gaze still on her.
“You better not come,” she admonished.
“I won’t. This is nothing.”
Oh, it was something, all right. Gorgeous and suckable. She pulled the tie on her skirt and let it fall, then slowly stepped back to hang it on a hook next to his clothing. She left her sandals behind, too, then rolled off the spandex bodysuit.
In the black light, her white thong and bra glowed. She stripped those off as well.
“You going to help me wash?” he asked, still stroking himself.
“Oh yeah, I am.” He had no idea the things she was going to put him through. She climbed beneath the water, which he’d left on the cool side. That was fine; once in the tub, they’d heat up fast. “I’m taking over.”
Pulling his hand away from his cock, she smoothed the soap all over his shaft, balls, and back to the sensitive bit of flesh before his ass. Even in the dim lighting, she saw his pupils dilate with the slight pressure she exerted.
She leaned in to bite a nipple and loved his involuntary shudder.
“We have to make sure you’re very, very clean.” She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “So turn around, grab the railing, and spread your legs.” She gave him a wicked smile.
He visibly suppressed his own smile and followed her instructions, presenting his back as he wrapped his fists around the railing and looked out over the bubbling hot tub.
“Spread ’em,” she said, like a cop getting ready for a pat down. Then she pumped soap from the dispenser.
Right up against his side, she pressed close, put her lips to his ear and whispered, “You’re going to like this, prisoner.” His butt cheeks were smooth as she caressed them.
He turned his head, eyes glittering. “Oh please, Officer, don’t hurt me.”
“Shut up and take it, big boy.”
She slipped along the crease of his ass, and probed lightly. His nostrils flared.
“Spread ’em wider,” she whispered.
His gaze focused on her, he did exactly as she instructed. Fascinated by the flicker in his eyes, she slipped her finger deeper. She’d never done this to a man. In a way, it was a violation, yet she knew some men loved the feeling, the pressure against the center of their sex. She just hadn’t figured he’d like it, and the fact that he did, that it actually made him a little wild, was infinitely more powerful. This was submission, and yet it was more. Pure heat, pure sex, pure pleasure. Only a truly sexual being would allow this, like this, want this.
Kyle was all that and more.
His fingers tightened on the railing. “Shit. Fuck.”
She knew she’d found the spot. She washed him, cleaned him with soapy fingers, and drove him bonkers. Grasping his cock with her other hand, she found him magnificently hard, his balls tight. He shuddered in her grip.
“That’s enough for you,” she whispered.
Withdrawing, she washed her hands, then soaped herself as he watched over his shoulder. He didn’t say a word, but in the black light, his eyes blazed a hot, glowing blue.
“You’re mine,” she said, rinsing off, “to do with as I wish. You don’t have a say in it at all.” She tipped her head. “I shouldn’t have promised I’d let you climax.”
“Bitch,” he murmured.
In a way, it was the highest of compliments. She had him in the palm of her hand. She knew just what to do to him. She’d have him begging, on his knees, metaphorically tied up, wound up, crazy.
“Get in the hot tub,” she ordered.
He turned, brushed against her, his body hot despite the lukewarm water. “Enjoy this,” he told her, “because you will pay more than you can imagine.”
Josie almost shuddered herself as images fluttered through her mind. She was diabolical. Kyle, she feared, could be infinitely worse. Yet she laughed. “You’re going to beg me to do this to you again and again. I’ll always be the one in control.”
Stepping away, he stroked a finger down between her breasts. “You’ll be dying to give up control to me.”
He took the stairs gracefully, padded the two steps to the edge of the tub, then climbed down, his lower half disappearing below the water. Stretching his arms out along the rim, he leaned back and, with merely a look, dared her to take him.
She wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
10
JOSIE had that deer-in-the-headlights look as she climbed into the tub and sank down across from him.
Kyle splashed a little water at her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?” Her tone came across slightly belligerent.
He’d bested her even as she’d stroked inside him. Expecting him to balk, she didn’t quite know how to handle the fact that he found ass play by a woman equally as pleasurable as fucking, though he hadn’t indulged in it frequently. Marianne had never wanted to play that way. Here, now, with Josie, his cock was damn near purple under the water, and his balls ached with need. He forced himself to ratchet down, and the heat of the tub was helping.
“The ring?” He let the question lay between them.
He recognized the moment she came to her senses, her eyes widening, lips pursed. “Shit.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot it.” He clucked his tongue, shook his head, chiding her. “And here I was so looking forward to it.” The truth was, a cock ring was exquisite torture. It made him feel like his head was about to explode, but he couldn’t come. When it was released . . . holy hell, look out.
“You know, this is my challenge.” She gave him a pout. “So stop ordering me around.”
“I’m not ordering. Simply asking.” He raised both hands. “No harm in that, is there?” He also loved a woman’s touch as she put it on him.
“You’re too hard for it anyway. The package says you have to put it on . . . before.”
He reached over, yanked on her arm, and pulled her close. “I have a will of iron, and it’s gone down a bit.” He wrapped her fingers around his cock. “See?”
She blinked, opened her mouth.
“Cat got your tongue?” He adored teasing her. She was so easy to tease, yet so feisty. In a second, she would start giving him hell again.
“You’re still too big.”
He was a man, he liked hearing that. “It will get even bigger with a cock ring.” Gazes locked, he reeled her in, settling her on his lap, his cock between her legs, her hand still on him.
“Stop directing the action.” She squeezed him gently.
“I’m just helping.” If she wasn’t careful, he’d fuck her right in the water.
Slowly unwrapping her fingers one by one, she let him go. “I don’t need help.”
Leaning in, he took her tight, beaded nipple in his mouth and licked, punctuating with a little bite. She sucked in a breath.
“You like that kind of help.” Then he tunneled a hand into her hair and pulled her down to capture her mouth with his. “I’m willing to do whatever you want.” He licked her bottom lip. “I’ll play your clit like a maestro. I’ll lay you back and lick you till you scream.” Her mouth opened beneath his, and he showed her exactly how good his tongue could be. “I’ll bend you over the side of the tub and drive deep inside you.” He made love to her mouth, sliding a hand between her legs at the same time, testing her, finding her pussy slippery with juice. “Whatever you want,” he finished, backing off, letting his words, his kiss, his touch work their magic.
Her breath puffed from her lips, her eyes dilated. He snugged her closer, his cock almost touching her pussy. She shimmied away, then shoved off with one hand on his thigh and floated through the water to the other side of the tub.
“I’ve got your number, buddy. And I’m not falling for your games.” She tapped her chest. “My show this time.” Then she raised a brow. “After all, I paid for the hot tub.”
“I would have paid for it.”
She rolled over, floated to the steps, and climbed out. “It’s getting way too hot in here.” Padding down to the lower level, she retrieved her canvas bag from the hook, rummaging in it as she returned to the wood decking by the tub. “Ah, here it is.” She held up the prize.
A circular leather strap with snaps, two smaller strips of leather, also with snap closings, attached on the bottom side.
He laughed. “What the hell is that?”
She tipped her head, sniffed primly, and shot him a most offended glare. “It’s a cock-and-ball harness, which”—she batted her eyelashes—“the saleslady assured me is much more effective than a cock ring.” She smiled wickedly. “See, you put the big strap around the base of your cock and these”—she indicated the shorter pieces of leather—“you wrap around your balls individually.” Josie tipped her head, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Sort of like a bra that lifts and separates, as that old commercial said.”
“You expect me to wear that? It sounds like a torture device.”
“You will wear it.”
Kyle stared at the thing, then raised his gaze to hers. “Are you putting it on me?”
Her smile grew slowly, until she became a female version of the devil incarnate. “Oh yeah. I can’t wait to truss you up.”
Payback’s a bitch. “All right.” He rose, water running off his body. “I hope you got extra large.”
She laughed. “Extra small will work just fine.”
The woman knew how to cut a man down to size, so to speak. He stood on the lowest step of the tub while she sat on the seat.
Grasping his cock, she lifted her face. “Ready?”
“Maybe you should suck it first.”
She flexed her fingers around him. “No. It’s got to fit before you get really hard.” She winked. “And we know what my excellent cock sucking will do to you.” Folding the band of leather around his base, she snapped it in place. “Okay?”
He had room to grow, for sure.
“Okay, now for the hard part.” She cupped his balls, then rolled and snapped closed first one leather strap, then the second, effectively pocketing each nut.
“Shit.”
“Is that a good shit or a bad shit?” She stroked each ball in turn, then licked the crown of his cock.
“Most definitely a good shit.” She touched him; he hardened. He felt the familiar build in his balls, the surge in his cock. The leather bindings put him on edge, like getting a jerk off from a female bodybuilder with a relentless grip. Head back, eyes closed, he savored the sensations.
“Perfect,” she purred to his cock. “I think you’re ready.”
“For what?” He had an inkling.
“Step out.” Grabbing a towel, she dried him, starting at his chest, working her way down, fluffing his cock, then squatting to dry his legs. Finally, she toweled herself off. “On the mattress.”
Steam rose from the water, leaving the room humid and warm. He lay flat on the thin bed, cock rising straight up.
“Oh no, not on your back, buddy. Hands and knees.”
He chuckled. “You’re really putting the screws on, aren’t you?” But he rolled to his hands and knees, his cock brushing the sheet, and when he looked up, he was reflected in the mirror on the back of the door. The railing separating the two levels looked like bars over his face.
She rummaged in that canvas bag of hers once more. And came out with a monstrous double-headed dildo.
“Jesus,” he swore.
She grinned. “Think you can take it, big boy?”
“I’m not so sure.”
She crawled toward him, and even in the mirror’s reflection, he detected an unholy glitter in her eye. “Ever had anyone do this to you before?”
Should he lie, let her believe he’d never allowed such a thing? Say yes, but let her think he’d hated it? Or tell her the truth, yes, he’d done it, and hell yes, it was fucking good.
“You’re my first.”
She bit her lip. Smiled. He’d said just the right thing.
“You are so going to be at my mercy.”
He relished her utter concentration in lubing up the toy. “You ever done this to a man?”
Right behind him, she eased a finger down the crease of his ass, oiling him there as well. “No.”
“You’ll be very careful, won’t you?”
She leaned down to nip one cheek of his butt. “I’ll be gentle.”
The cock ring tightened around him as she tested the fit of his ass with the lightest of probes. Christ. He held his breath, flexed his hands supporting him on the mattress.
“Is it okay, baby?” she purred in his ear.
“Yeah.” More. He needed more. Easing back, he let her know he could take it, wanted it.
In the mirror, she held his hip, leaned over, concentrating. Such a fucking incredible sight as her litany of words washed over him. “It’s okay, baby, you can do it, you’ll love it, I promise.”
She no longer punished him or challenged him. She simply took him. He closed his eyes, groaned. She crooned as if she thought she’d hurt him.
His cock swelled, but the ring kept him in check. He rocked, helping her fill him, forcing her to give him more.
Finally, inevitably, she looked up, met his gaze. “That’s so good, baby,” she whispered as she fucked him. Without the ring, he would have come, whether she touched him or not.
“Christ. Give it to me.” He arched and pushed back.
She was right behind him, her head rising above his in the reflection. Then she reached around and stroked his cock in her fist at the same time. He thought he’d die. He needed to come, but couldn’t.
“You want this, baby, don’t you? You love it.” She urged him higher, her voice taking him to the edge.
