Encounter: Wicked Game
Lizzie Lynn Lee
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Copyright ©2009 Lizzie Lynn Lee
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Wicked Game
The cuff made an audible click when Paige handcuffed Craig’s
wrist to the bedpost. He looked surprised, but only momentarily. A saucy smile
was plastered on his face when he caught her intention. “I didn’t know you were
into kinky stuff, Paige.”
She responded with a glare. “There’s a lot about me you
haven’t yet discovered, babe.”
Craig wriggled his handcuffed wrist. He wasn’t going
anywhere. “Well, I have to admit, I like it so far.”
“Shut up. You should remember, you’re my bitch tonight.”
Craig whistled. “Yes, ma’am.”
Paige basked him with a sneer; she wasn’t amused by his
quip. She bent down and cuffed Craig’s other wrist. He made an urging sound,
looking excited. She rolled her eyes. Men. It seemed they always got turned on
with “out of the box” kink.
After checking both bonds, making sure Craig was completely under her mercy, Paige unbuttoned his pants and undressed him down to his socks. His granite-hard erection stood proudly out from his blond thatch.
She couldn’t help but admit that Craig had the most amazing
cock she had ever seen. Nice, thick, with the perfect length too. Not too big
to ride, just perfect to be fucked. And he seemed to know how to use it too.
She could even say he was talented with his cock. Maybe that’s what gave him
that over inflated ego. But that didn’t matter now, because she was going to
teach him a lesson. No man dissed Paige Black and got away with it.
She hadn’t started this game, but baby, it was on now.
They had only been going out for two weeks. He told her he loved her and everything was going great. Craig seemed to be a great guy and he was everything Paige had ever wanted in a man. She even suspected that Craig was the one.
Then, all of a sudden Craig turned elusive. He seemed to be
having second thoughts about their relationship. He didn’t return her calls,
giving lame excuses canceling their dates. She didn’t know why he changed. Had
she done something wrong? Paige had asked about it but the bastard wouldn’t
give a straight answer. If she did something wrong, Paige would have preferred
him to tell her to her face. Jerk. He didn’t know that she, too, could play the
same game.
He watched her take out a can of whipped cream from the mini
bar. “Oh, shit.”
“Rule number one, darlin’,” she reprimanded him curtly, “no
speaking unless you are told. I’ll have to punish you if you dare break my
rules.”
Craig’s mouth opened and closed, not daring to squeak
another word. But he couldn’t help moaning when Paige iced his hard cock with
the whipped cream. She gave the tip a lick, eating off the sweet cream. “Oh,”
he groaned aloud.
Her hard glare silenced him. He stayed silent when Paige licked him from base to tip. Nice. Slow. Giving his cock thorough attention. His breath labored as her tongue danced on his hard shaft, pirouetting under the ridge of his swollen tip. His cock shivered. Its owner panted. Perhaps the treatment was more than he could take.
Paige swallowed her amusement in silence. She clamped his shaft and gave him nice, lazy strokes as she iced his balls with more whipped cream. She lowered her head and licked him there. Craig groaned like a beast. She teased him with her tongue, eating him clean. Craig fidgeted. Her treatment drove him closer to edge of coming. His skin was so hot, he felt feverish. Sweet-salty ocean flavor flooded her mouth when she deep-throated him, a mix between his pre-cum and the remnant of the whipped cream.
Inarticulate mumbles escaped his throat as she took him deeper, swallowing him to the base. She sucked him, slowly at first, then hard as if her life was depending on it. Craig howled, forgetting that he was supposed to be silent. Paige didn’t bother to reprimand him, mostly because she needed to hear him yelling, completely out of his mind.
She wanted to show him what a great lover she could have
been, if he wasn’t half-heartedly dating her. She’d been reserved during their
two weeks together, restraining her kinky desires and expertise in bed, simply
because she liked him too much. But now Craig would see her for who she really
was, a mistress of desire who would wipe his mind blank by the time she
finished with him.
“Babe, oh, babe,” Craig mumbled, sounding tortured and
pleased, drunk with lust, “You’re killing me. Oh God, you’re killing me.”
Paige sucked harder, her hand kneading his balls. He
writhed. Panted, squirmed like a worm under the baking sun. No, she wouldn’t
show him mercy. Not after what he did to her. Without pausing her suckling,
Paige gave his balls one last squeeze, then ventured lower, slipping a finger
between his ass cheeks, finding his anus.
Without a shred of modesty, Paige pushed her finger into
him. Craig jumped, his back arched, maybe feeling violated. Paige didn’t care.
“Fuck!” Craig startled. “Babe, what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer him, but continued giving him a finger-fuck. He cursed, but didn’t object, and if he had, she would have ignored him anyway. She wriggled her finger, rubbing the virginal walls of his man-cunt, trying to find his prostate.
Paige found his secret a minute later, after a brief
exploration. If Craig hadn’t been shouting so hard, she would have found it
sooner. The swelling, no bigger than an almond, was at her finger’s depth. She
rubbed harder, tickling him, applying enough pressure that she knew too well
from her past lovers, would make a grown man cry.
Craig trashed, bucked, cried with a series of halted sobs in
his throat. He quivered from head to toe, skin burning. Paige arranged her
breath carefully and took his cock in at an angle, fucking him with her mouth
with the same rhythm as she fucked him in the ass with her finger.
She thrust once, twice, hitting him in the mark of his sweet spot. Craig tensed, and with a sudden force, he came with a scream. Jets of a never-ending cum filled her mouth and throat. Paige drained him, down to the last drop. When she released him from her mouth, his flaccid cock was a testament of a mind-blowing aftermath. Craig looked dazed, unable to speak.
Paige smiled. She crawled on the bed until her face leveled
with his. “So, darling, how did you like that?”
It took him a minute to work out an answer. “That was
incredible,” he confessed.
“I bet it was,” Paige nodded mockingly. “And that’s only one
of the little tricks I know that I haven’t shown you yet.”
His eyes flew wide. “No shit.”
“Yes, shit.” Paige made a cursory glace to his crotch. “But
I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
“No,” he panted, wriggling his cuffed wrists. “I could come
again.”
Paige laughed. She was surprised to find her voice come out
silky, so wantonly wicked. “I don’t know, darling. I’ve got a headache.”
Craig’s face flushed. He had said the same thing when he
cancelled their date the last time. “Babe, is it because --”
“I need to go home.” Paige slid off the bed to get dressed.
“Babe --”
“Here’s the key to your cuffs.” Paige put the key on his
stomach. Craig stared at it as if it was a piece of offensive material that
would burn his eyes if he looked at it too long. There’s no way he could reach
it and free himself from the cuffs. “If you can’t get it, I’ve already arranged
for somebody to check you out in an hour. And in the meantime, darling, I want
you to think how foolish you are, to have stomped me with cold feet for the
last couple of days. I could have rocked your world. And more.”
Craig stuttered. “Paige, I’m sorry.”
“Talk is cheap, babe.” Paige left.
Craig left messages on her answering machine later that evening, apologizing and asking her when he could see her, but she didn’t intend to see him anytime soon. She wanted him to be as miserable as she had been.
Probably more.
Paige loved this wicked game too much.