"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now that is no way for a young woman to behave," he remarked casually from above her. Without warning strong hands grabbed her shoulders and threw her back onto the bed. She made an attempt to scramble back from him but his hands clamped onto her ankles like iron, pulling her back kicking and thrashing to him. She let out scream of frustration in the face of his superior strength, to which he merely laughed.
"Come now. You think you can best me?" he taunted, throwing a leg over and straddling her her hips while taking ahold of her hands. He wore denim jeans that were coarse against her skin, creating unwanted friction. She maintained her struggle beneath him, bucking her hips and squirming beneath him.
"Mmm yes. Don't let me stop you," he added, rubbing himself against her. Realizing that she was only fueling his arousal she ceased her struggles and glared upward into darkness. Slowly he leaned down until his breath lay hot on her ear.
"We are going to have so much fun, my little belle," he breathed out, slowly rolling his hips and grinding against her. Her mind tried in vain to run through her options, searching for a way to escape, but she knew she lay powerless. She felt him move her hands above her and grasp them both in one hand. Thinking this was her chance she suddenly pulled on her hands, but they remained in his grip. He was strong. Far stronger than her. Silk ties suddenly carressed her wrists and he wrapped them around then pulled tight, stretching her arms up to the head of the bed. She struggled once more aware that if she was tied it lessened her chances considerably.
"Now, now my belle. Surely you must realize this is futile? You are mine now," he spoke out in a husky voice, before pressing a harsh kiss on her lips. She stopped her struggles as the silk only tightened further and she could feel the situation begin to overwhelm her. Tears fell unbidden before she could stop them and she turned her face, as though to hide her weakness.
"There, there," he whispered, hearing her quiet sobs. "You have been so brave. Just as I knew you would. But the time for heroics is at an end." His hands came down to caress her face and he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Continuing the caress of his fingers, he slid them down her neck, over her collarbone, and against the swell of her full breasts. His light touch rose goosebumps on her skin causing her to lightly shiver. Inhaling a shaky breath she calmed herself down and moved to pleading.
"Please. You don't have to do this. Please... Denim," she began, repulsed by his very name, "I'll give you anything you want. Money? I have money. Then we can pretend this whole thing never happened."
"Mmm, my belle. My belle," he lamented, "I would've thought such actions were beneath you." Rising off of her as he spoke she felt him crawl upwards and bring his lips to her ear. "I have everything I want. Right. Here." Without a second thought she brought her knees up sharply to attempt to catch him in the groin but the dark room prevented good aim. Connecting with his solid mass, she knew she hit something, but wasn't quite sure whether it was anything vital or not. It was good enough to pull forth a string of curse words from his lips and he fell off of her and by her side. Twisting herself away from him to face the headboard, she scrambled upwards and worked in a frenzy to loosen her bindings. A low growl of anger made itself known behind her and before she could rip herself free she was crushed against the headboard.
"Now I thought we could do this the easy way," he growled out, gripping her arms tightly. "But it seems you like to play rough." Moving one hand up to tangle in her long blonde hair, he jerked her head back against his shoulder and licked a long line up her neck. She squirmed away from his tongue, but pinned as she was, couldn't move an inch.
His free hand, rough and bruising, moved down her body, squeezing and stroking. When it reached the line of the panties she wore, he slid his fingers inside the waistline then ripped them free of her, letting them fall lightly. Stroking over the smooth now bared skin he moved down to caress just above her center. Her breath quickened and she couldn't help the feeling of heat that came with his touch. Perhaps it was her body's way of coping with the situation or perhaps she really wanted it, but there was nothing more her body screamed for, than for him to touch her.
"Is that desire I hear?" he asked her tauntingly. "If I didn't know any better I would say you wanted this." Feeling his words ring true, she rebelled against herself.
"Don't flatter yourself," she replied harshly through gritted teeth. Responding to her with a sharp laugh he delved his fingers into her folds, finding her more than wet. Her hips jerked up into his hand in reflex and a low groan left her lips as he pushed two fingers inside her. Her eyes closed in humiliation as pleasure coursed through her system. Abruptly his fingers removed themselves and she worked hard to keep herself neutral.
"I know you liked that. No lying can cover for you," he began, bringing his hand up to her nose so she could smell her own arousal. "However, you've been terribly naughty, so I don't believe I will make this as nice for you as I'd planned. At least not this time," he whispered against her cheek. Despair and panic settled in eliminating the small amounts of desire that had begun to build. The thought that he would be keeping her past this was too much. Renewing the struggle she attempted to push him away from her with no avail.
"Bastard!" she screamed out, thrashing uselessly before him. Keeping her pinned with the weight of his own body he moved his hands down to free himself from the tight confines of his jeans. Her movements and struggles in such a hopeless situation only inflamed his lust and with one quick moment he grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her, until no space separated their bodies. The intrusion tore a cry from her lips as his thick length seemed to split her wide open. Had it not been for the earlier pleasure making her wet, she had no doubt she would've torn. As a groan of pain left her lips, a sigh left his.
"My precious little belle. This is more than I could've imagined," he breathed out, holding himself still inside her. As her body accommodated his girth her breathing was quick, as though she'd been running a marathon. The pain slowly subsided to nothing and her breath lessened. Taking this as a sign she was ready he withdrew and slammed into her again, pulling another cry from her lips. However, this one was not entirely out of pain. Her body acted of its own volition, now welcoming the intrusion.
She allowed her head to slump against the headboard, fighting back the sobs that she knew would be pointless. His left hand trailed up from her hip and stroked her hair lovingly. The motion brought mixed thoughts of revulsion and, strangely enough, a small feeling that could perhaps be described as acceptance. She almost thought she might not mind the gentle touch. Until her rational thinking caught up with her and she cast such thoughts aside, causing her to once more stiffen under him. Surely this man was monstrous! Why on Earth would she accept his touch?
"Oh belle," he lamented, stopping in his motions and leaning forward to press a gentle kiss into her hair. "I can sense the war inside yourself, mademoiselle." Reaching his hands down, he moved her leg, widening her stance. Pulling out he thrust deep into her once more. "Indecision. Does. Not. Suit. You. Belle." He punctuated each of his words with a hard thrust, pulling involuntary moans from her body. He fell silent then allowing his movements to do the talking. With slow steady thrusts he pumped into her body and brought his arms up around her, slipping his hands under her bra and caressing her lightly. Overwhelmed by the whole situation, she let herself go. Her head fell back against his shoulder, causing her hair to spread over his back in a golden sheet.
A hum of appreciation left Denim's lips and he moved down to claim her mouth, drinking in her acceptance. Though the room remained dark he could sense the change in the air. He massaged and kneaded her breast then grasped her fully, pulling her from the headboard and pushing her down to her knees in front of him. She flattened herself prone in front of him, her backside raised in the air as he continued his assault, sliding his hand over her back and unclasping her bra. Pleasure and a sense of feeling whole as he filled her, made her feel new and complete.
"Oh......," she moane
d into the bedding beneath her, "Don't stop, don't stop." His chuckle above her was both teasing and a bit degrading but she found she didn't mind.
"No, no my belle," he spoke, his voice a soft caress, "I wouldn't dream of ending this moment." His tempo increased as their desires heightened, pulling them both into the pleasurable embrace. With a lustful growl he stopped and flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs up and pounding into her once more. He leaned over her, wishing he could see her face through the impermeable darkness.
Her eyes almost closed, rolling back in pleasure, before it was as though she could feel his heated gaze. Opening her eyes she peered into the darkness, wishing she could see his face. The thought pulled the heat from the pit of her stomach and spread it through her body. Pleasure pulled her forward and she brought her hands up over his on her thighs, crying out as her orgasm crashed over her and gripping his hands tightly. He answered her cry with a growl of his own, unable to hold back as his own climax shook his body. Straining against her as he rode out his orgasm he finally allowed himself to slump over her.
Incoherent thoughts drifted through her mind, disbelief at her own acquiescence being forefront in her mind. Tired by her ordeal and comfortable under the weight of a strong man she allowed unconsciousness to overwhelm her and peace to take hold.
Denim hummed in contentment. This could be going better than planned. He had Savannah and he wasn't letting her go. Ever. He moved off of her as he heard her breathing deepen, signaling her slumber, and stepped off the bed. He looked at the spot he guessed her to be for an extended time before taking his leave of the room, thinking on the other things he still had in store for her.
The End.
Wife Loses Pride at Casino
Casinos are strange places. You can win a stinking fortune or slip into the depths of bankruptcy...all in the same day.
You won't find a clock on a casino floor, as there is no need for the time unless you have dinner or show reservations. Lights flitter 24/7, free drinks flow like a river and men and women dress in ways more suitable for Halloween.
Girl's night out, bachelor parties, wedding and divorce celebrations and just plain old get away from it all fun.
Casinos win a lot, in case you haven't heard. How do you think they pay for the massive structures and venues and, yes, those "free" drinks and comps they hand out.
Still, for many people, it is a respite, an oasis to get away from the dull and mundane of everyday life. I have a close friend who hardly ever gambles but sits at a casino watching the "views" and soaking in the atmosphere for 20 bucks a day. I like to think he's really there to have lightening strike and a rich old lady hit on him and take him to Palm Beach the next day. Whatever.
For me, casinos fit the get out of the ordinary concept. I don't gamble heavily, but I play the tables and slots for fun. Setting a limit for each visit, cashing in some comps along the way. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Years ago I attended a conference in Las Vegas. Played golf, cards and hit the slots. Saw some shows and fell in love with the place. Since then, at least once a year, I make the trek to Sin City. Using loyalty points earned at nearby affiliate casinos my room and board is generally comped, so it's just the airfare and incidentals that cost me. Oh, and the shows and of course gambling. It's worth it.
It's Sin City, but other than bending my wife over the desk in our suite at the Rio with the window shades wide open a couple times several years ago I haven't been all that naughty. Oh, I saw a couple of the adult shows, but generally it's blackjack and slots, a show and off to bed. Golf in the morning once in a while.
This last trip was the one I had to write about. I'd been in San Francisco for three days working on a project and worked in a long weekend. Arriving in Vegas at 4pm on Friday I treated myself to a big steak and some blackjack before an early bedtime. Saturday was to be the all-day casino debauchery and Sunday a short day before hitting the airport.
After a big buffet breakfast and a walk around the casino floor I was ready for some action. Mindless action to start, so I stopped at the automated roulette area where there is a real dealer and a real wheel but everything else is automated. Giving the guy $100, he set me up, and I played the zero, double zero combination. That's the numbers 0 and 00, as well as the 1 and 2 and 27 and 28. A dollar each bet, total of six bucks a roll, and I planned on 20 rolls.
Of course that meant I had to hit something relatively quickly or else my bankroll for the game would be exhausted as I needed $120 for the 20 bets and only had plunked down $100. Four straight missing rolls and I was ready to pack it in and cut my losses.
But before I could quit, up jumped a 1, and then a 27. A miss, another miss, then 0, 28 and 1 again in order. I cashed out five rolls later with more than $300 in chips which was more than a $260 profit.
Blackjack followed, and for the next two hours I won more than I lost, eventually leaving with a profit of $200 and a big smile. Clearly I'm not a big spender, but the casinos love me because I'm a repeat visitor. I used my player's card for a free lunch and then wandered around wondering what was next.
While the house has a big edge in slots, the machines are addictive. I play for fun, never putting more than $40 in a machine to play and set my bankroll at $200 a day. Today I made that $300 and pocked the rest of my winnings.
For the next two hours I played various machines, losing, but not too much, before settling on a game I'd never seen before toward the back doors. The game doesn't matter, except that it was a penny machine that required a bet of at least 90 cents to advance to the bonus games that could yield bigger returns.
It was fun! I mean, I was up and down, but wasn't losing much and enjoyed the action. Sitting there I noticed a woman to my right playing the same game, and couldn't help notice she hit a couple bonuses but didn't have the 90 cents in the machine to get them. She stared at the machine as if to answer why not?
I couldn't help myself. I hated it when my dad did this to people years ago, but I had to say something. Explaining to her was easy, but she said she didn't have the cash for more than a few pulls. So I came up with an idea. I put $20 bucks in her machine and my backup loyalty card. Heck, I figured I'd move to that machine when she left anyway, so why not get her points now?
She was very appreciative, especially on her fifth pull when she moved to the bonus round and amazingly won $25 bucks. Yippee! When you are hot, you are hot.
We joked around, and she told me she was from Topeka on a long weekend with her husband. He is a card player, and was ensconced in the poker room most of the time. Not doing well, and she was worried.
"He always thinks he is one table away from the World Series or something," said the lady who I believed to be around 40. "He just gets on these losing streaks that are awful. At home he's the perfect dad, a great guy. But here, well, I guess it's true that if it happens in Vegas it stays in Vegas."
I said that's the way you go, up and down, and she laughed. Yea, he's mostly down though.
Her name was Lisa, and she was indeed 41, which I found out after a bit of sleuthing. She had brown hair and brown eyes and a catching shy smile. She analyzed her machine. She double hit sometimes, attempting to change her luck. Pulling the arm of the one arm bandit instead of hitting the replay button from time to time.
Her blue jeans were worn and very tight. She looked like a woman you'd meet at a kids' soccer game, made more hot by the location we were at.
She lost most of her winnings and I put another $20 in the machine for her. Heck, I was getting the points and she was fun to speak to on a lark. We played for about a half hour when she leaned over and startled me.
"Hey Rob, I'm ahead, but I want to make sure I stay ahead. Tell you what, I will show you a tit for a 20."
Looking at her as if she was from outer space, I said "What?"
She leaned over again and said for a 20 she'd show me her tit. "I want to walk away with a couple bucks, and not just feed the machine. Don't worry, if I win I wil
l give you your money back."
Laughing, I said for $20 I wanted to see both and get a feel too! She blushed.
"Okay." That's all she said. Just okay.
I looked around and knew the eyes in the sky could see us. But heck there were thousands of eyes in the sky and only a few looking at us. What would be the odds of them catching us with a little flash? To help the cause I draped my jacked over her arms.
"Let's see those beauties," was my request.
The woman looked around, coyly, and then lifted her top and then unclasped the front of her lily-white bra. She kept the cups in her hand and looked around. The jacket kept the flash between us to onlookers, but it would be an imbecile who wouldn't have seen me reach over and caress the breasts. It was no more than 20 seconds, but I had a huge smile on my face when I handed her the $20.
Buttoned up, she went back to playing the machine and I told her that was one of the hottest things ever. She smiled, looked at my pants, and said she could tell.
Now I was the one who blushed.
For the next half hour we traded laughs, playing our machines, just ignoring the world and interacting, discussing kids, sports and work. She was a part-time bookkeeper, and active in the PTA. Two kids, 13 and 11, who were whirlwinds of daily activity. And here in Vegas she had a husband who didn't know when to quit, a husband who gambled too much at the wrong times.
"He's always after a big score here. Never has gotten it. He gets an A for Effort but an F for Execution.
We played so much our arms started hurting. I suggested that, although the drinks at the slots were free, we mosey over to the bar for a drink to clear our minds from the noise on the floor.
We started there before she asked if I had a car. I said I did.
"Look, I know this is crazy, and I have never done anything like this, but," said the girl, stopping mid-sentence.
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