Ineffable

by Sherrod Story

  “Everything would start out pretty normal. Maybe you’d kiss me, but then you’d get rougher, and I’d rear back and try to get away. But you don’t let me. I’d say, wait. You’d laugh at me, and tell me this is how bad girls get treated. I try to get away, but you hold me down. I struggle but you take off my clothes easily. I cry out. I’m vulnerable once you have me naked, but there’s nothing I can do; you’re too strong. I have to take what you give.”

  He pulled her closer, arranging her limbs half over him the way he liked. A Margot blanket. “That’s not so bad.”

  “No. I used to think I was a big ole perv. Then years ago I found out some obscenely high percentage of women fantasize about that same thing. It changed me in bed,” she admitted.

  “How?”

  “Well, I got free-er, I guess. I stopped worrying about what the other person was thinking about me and focused on enjoying myself.” She’d also started picking better bed partners. Far fewer, but of infinitely better quality.

  “Wanting to be forced is about giving up control, wanting to be swept away by a strong man who knows exactly what you need, and then gives it to you.”

  “We must have read the same article,” he teased, squeezing her butt. Both cheeks fit neatly into his hands. “I like your fantasy. Have you ever played it out?”

  “Not really.”

  Nori laughed softly. “Why do I sense a story?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Because there is one. I am not, however, about to share it.”

  Hmmm, he thought, feeling his energy level spike the way it always did when he was on the hunt and about to take down big game. He wasn’t a multi-millionaire for nothing. He knew when to play his cards and when to fold, and he not only liked playing games, he was phenomenal at it.

  “Tell me more about what I say as I force you.”

  He stretched out so their limbs touched everywhere. Sometimes being close like this irritated her. She complained that she got too hot, that big tits weren’t made to be smushed against a hard chest. But now she didn’t move away, she was anticipating something, which was as it should be. Now for a little strategy.

  He shifted, rubbing against her, then he moved back so they were barely touching. She looked at him curiously, and her chest rose and fell as though she was having a hard time breathing. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling.

  “You want me to give you a script?”

  Nori trailed a hand down her side and shook his head, ignoring her sarcasm. “No, I can ad lib with the best of them. I just want you to give me a few hints so I know what’s going on in your mind. Can you do that?”

  That little challenge really was the perfect touch; she raised a brow at him and immediately began to talk.

  “Sure. I can give you a peek behind the curtain. I always liked that part in the Wiz.”

  “The Wiz?”

  “You know, the version of The Wizard of Oz with Diana Ross as Dorothy?”

  She reached out and scraped her short nails down his chest. He shuddered, but managed not to put her on her back.

  “I’ve never seen it.” His voice sounded like he’d been through a meat grinder, deep and wrecked.

  “You’ll like it.” She scratched her fingers through his happy trail next, and he had to grab her hand before she could grab him. “But I never got why everyone was so eager to meet the Wiz. I always thought, leave that motherfucker where he’s at.”

  “You knew if they looked behind the curtain it would be a disappointment.”

  “Isn’t it always?”

  He laughed softly as he grabbed her other wrist en route to his cock. She was a determined little thing.

  “No, my love. It’s not. Now tell me about this fantasy,” he ordered. “If I don’t know all the details I might screw it up. You don’t want that do you?”

  He rolled her on her back, then trapped her hands in one of his above her head, her legs spread with his body between them. He needed control for this little scene. He slapped her flank hard when she tried to wrap those long legs around his hips, and they fell open obligingly.

  “Lord no,” she whispered. “I sure don’t want that.” She nipped his lower lip hard when he leaned too close.

  He grunted, but he didn’t retaliate, only laughed and went back to the gentle nuzzling and his free hands rough survey of her sleek, damp body. He liked that she had to take a deep breath before she started talking.

  “So, in this fantasy I want you, but I’m unsure; I know sex is all men really want. It’s safer if I say no. After all, I don’t know how you really feel about me. You could just be using me. I try to leave. I’ve changed my mind. This isn’t a good idea.

  “But I don’t let you because it’s not true.”

  “You have a real passion for me,” she agreed. “And you can see and feel how much I want you; you like it. So, when I kick up a little fuss, you just shake your head and smile. You listen to my body, not my mouth.”

  “Of course. What you say is just fear,” he said against her lips. He smiled when she pressed closer, obviously wanting his kiss. A wicked grin stretched his mouth open, but not, to her disappointment, to kiss her. “Maybe you hate yourself for feeling so good in my arms. I am a relative stranger after all.”

  He leaned closer when he felt her pulse accelerate. That last line had been a brilliant touch. She was totally soft against him, totally at ease. He wanted to roll around in the look in her eyes. It said, he gets it. He gets me. There was warmth, and excitement, and something even stronger, scarier. Trust.

  He forced himself to breathe deep and slow, to not forgo their play and shove himself inside her like a beast. He had to slow things down. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled them into a sitting position. He rubbed his cheek against hers. Her heat was the perfect complement to his hardness, the lush breasts he obsessed over soft and plush against his chest.

  “I don’t think you’re telling me everything. I thing you’re holding something back.”

  She raised a brow.

  His little Margot was not about to make things easy for him, God bless her cryptic little heart.

  “Tell me what you want,” he coaxed.

  “No.”

  “Why not? If you don’t tell me I can’t give it to you.” He thrust up against her, grinning at her gasp. She was getting very wet.

  But she just shook her head. “What’s your fantasy?” She whispered.

  Nori leaned back abruptly, reveling in her hastily caught breath. “I want to spank you.”

  She froze then softened again. “Yeah? That doesn’t seem so bad.”

  “I want to spank you until I make you come.”

  She looked confused, and for a second he watched her try to work out what he was saying.

  “Okay.”

  He doubted she understood what he wanted. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say.”

  “What do you want me to say?” she laughed. “We’re talking about fantasy fulfillment. You want to spank me until you make me come. I’m willing.” She nudged his shoulder with her nose, then opened her mouth and sucked. Then, the minx, she leaned back and wiggled her eyebrows.

  He wanted to smack her and kiss her until he lost breath. “Okay. But I also want a variation on your force fantasy. I want you to struggle, to cry and try to get away from me, and I mean really struggle, like I’m hurting you, even though I’m not. Pretend. I want to see in your face that you really want me to continue.

  “I’ll hold your hands above your head and ignore your struggles. I’ll laugh, pleased when you beg me to stop, to not hurt you. I’ll ignore you because I like controlling you. I like to give you a little bit of pain because I know you like it, and it makes me want to slap that little ass of yours until I see a hint of bruise on your skin. I’ll watch you look at it later in the bathroom, looking over your shoulder in the mirror with a little smile, glad that I put my mark there. It makes me happy to think that you’ll sit down gingerly, perhaps choose
to stand to eat your breakfast because your bottom is tender from me using you so well.”

  “You want to play a real game.”

  “Yes.” Nori adored games, especially games of make believe during sex. “In the game, I own you.” He wanted that in real life too, but he knew better than to admit it now. This was a time for make believe. Time enough to seal the deal later.

  Margot shook her head, but she was smiling so Nori knew she wasn’t offended.

  “Are you disgusted?”

  “No. I like it rough sometimes.”

  His brows rose.

  “What? You don’t believe me?” She held up a hand like a boy scout. “I swear. That’s how I knew you’d be good in bed: You’ve never really touched me with a light hand.”

  “No?”

  “No. You grab my arm, you pull me to you, you never run your fingers gently over my skin, and thank God. I hate that shit. It feels like spiders are crawling all over you. I think a man should make you feel his touch, and you always let me know you’re there. You’re never tentative; you don’t think I’m weak, so you don’t worry about hurting me.” She smiled slightly. “Now, I think I know why.”

  She was right. Nori wasn’t worried about hurting her. And despite his desire to spank her, he wasn’t really interested in her pain, only in her submission. When they made love he could run her. She didn’t really allow that anywhere else. And he wanted to. He needed to. When he could run her with impunity, he thought he might feel safe, like she wasn’t in constant danger of slipping away from him.

  “Is that it?”

  “What?”

  “Is that it?” she repeated. “Do you have another fantasy?”

  “Do you?”

  “I kind of like the idea of being chased.”

  This was really getting interesting. She’d mentioned that before. “Chased?”

  She nodded.

  “Like, running through the forest, chased?”

  “Yeah, like dippin’ and dodgin’ around trees, the whole bit. And when you finally catch me, you have to wrestle me to the ground like a steer and force me to accept you.”

  “That’s pretty tame,” he said casually, and could have danced a jig when she grinned. He’d said the right thing.

  Some lunatic must have made her feel bad for these simple fantasies, not seeing what they meant, what she wanted from them. Thank God he was smarter than that asshole. Now, if only she would talk about what happened when he caught her.

  She shrugged. “Now you.”

  He scoffed.

  “Tell me another fantasy,” she insisted.

  “Okay!” He pretended to glare at her, like she was pulling out deep dark secrets he couldn’t believe he was sharing. He’d probably have to pay a steep price if she knew he would happily serve up his darkest perversions to her on a platter if he thought she’d entertain them.

  “Don’t laugh.”

  Margot just grinned and crossed her heart.

  “I want you to treat me like a baby.”

  “You are so extreme!” She crowed, grinning.

  “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

  “No, I didn’t. Now tell me more.”

  “I want you to baby me,” he repeated. “Feed me with your fingers. Put the drinking glass to my lips. Wipe my mouth. Slap the backs of my hands with wooden spoons or plastic rulers. Pacify me with your breasts. Like if I start acting fussy, pop out a titty and put it in my mouth.”

  Her hand slapped over her mouth, and Nori’s stomach dropped. Shit. She was disgusted. Then Margot started to laugh.

  “That was so hot.”

  Phew. He shrugged.

  “We should definitely play that game sometime.”

  “When?” Say now.

  “Tomorrow?” she asked, running both hands over his shoulders and up around his neck. She squeezed.

  Now. “What time?” He adjusted her until they were close enough to share breath.

  “Be here around five. Babies have to eat dinner early ‘cuz they have early bedtimes.”

  His cock began to throb, and it was all he could do not to squeeze the shit out of her. He settled for making himself more comfortable between her legs. “I want to do your fantasy tonight.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Not the chasing. We’ll do that when the weather’s better or we’re out in the country with plenty of room to move around. But I can pretend to force you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “You sound like one of my customers.”

  Margot laughed. She’d enjoyed the story of the bet at Ineffable. “Sorry. I was just – why? Tell me why you want to do it.”

  “I want to turn you on,” he said simply. “And I like the idea of forcing you.”

  She raised her brows.

  “Let me revise that. I like the idea of controlling you,” he whispered. His lips trailed their way up to her ear; he bit just hard enough to make her jump. “I like the idea of you wanting me that way, raw and dominant and maybe a little out of control.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, used long fingers to turn her face to the side so he could suck on her neck.

  “Say yes,” he whispered, one hand pulling her hand away from his back and out to the side, his hold tight around her wrist so she could feel what he wanted. He shifted, used the other hand to lift her leg by the knee, push it up, opening her to make it easier for him to sink into her body. The idea of playing this game with her was actually making him lightheaded.

  She cocked her head, pretending to consider.

  Now both hands circled her throat. “Do you like teasing me?”

  Her eyes flew to his, and he wanted to laugh when he saw recognition on her face; she’d figured out he was already playing.

  “Why, no,” she said sounding perfectly uncertain, and he briefly closed his eyes in thanks. He could feel sweat forming on his brow he was so excited.

  She pushed against his chest, and he groaned, counting backwards in French to keep from making a fool of himself.

  “I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered.

  He froze, and she blinked at him, waiting. He let her go. As soon as he rolled off her she scampered into the bathroom. He rolled onto his back, one arm over his eyes, one hand tugging slowly at his cock. He heard the toilet flush, heard the faucet come on. He imagined her washing her hands and face, staring wide eyed into the mirror, anticipation vivid on her beautiful face.

  He lifted his arm away when she came out, but did not stop masturbating. He had to hold back a grin when he saw that she’d put on a bra and the little cotton skirt she often wore around the house. He must have looked mean because her eyes grew wide and she backed away a step.

  “Um,” she began uncertainly, one slender hand going to her throat. “I, I don’t think, I mean –”

  “You don’t need to think,” he told her, releasing his cock reluctantly as he sat up.

  He actually saw her swallow. God she was good at this game. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. She took another step back, all her movements, the hand fluttering at her throat, the fidgety feet, seemingly involuntary. But he could see the excitement too, the anticipation in her parted lips, the heavy lids, the trembling breasts his mouth was already watering for. She wanted him alright. This was going to be excellent.

  “Come here,” he said softly, a sincere but calculated ruse to get her to stop moving away. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She took a tiny step forward, head cocked, a sweet innocent girl appreciating his low masculine voice.

  He reached out slowly, grabbed one hand and tugged. She landed gently against his chest. He immediately took hold of her ass, squeezed, wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his face in her breasts. He sighed, polishing one cheek against the soft, faintly soap scented pillow.

  “See how nice I can be?” he whispered, turning her to her back. He was rougher now, stretching her arms out and holding her by the wrists.

  Her eyes got big and she moved restlessly under him, trying
to shift to one side, but he stopped her.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She swallowed, lips parted to speak.

  “Nowhere,” he answered for her. “Take off your clothes. You should have done it already,” he chided.

  She looked a little shamefaced, then she looked confused, like she didn’t understand why she felt guilty for still being dressed. God, she was excellent at this game!

  “Um,”

  “Speak up!”

  She jumped. It looked so genuine. “What?”

  He grinned, laughing low and a little bit evil.

  “Take off your clothes for me. Please,” he added, though it was clearly a command.

  Slowly she did as he asked.

  “Look at that,” he whispered, leaning back on his heels. He licked his lips as her skirt hit the floor. He nodded and quickly, as though she was embarrassed, she shimmied out of her bra. The movement was so feminine, perfect, really. “Pretty,” he said casually, pressing an open hand to her belly. His fingers stretched out, curled into her waist. “Show me some more.”

  Her long fingers slowly unclenched from fists held tight to her side. They looked fabulous curling around the ribbons on her panties, looked even better throwing them over the side of the bed next to everything else. When she covered her mound with her hand he inhaled audibly.

  “No. Let me see.”

  She hesitated.

  “It’s mine,” he said arrogantly. “Take your hand away. Now.”

  She did, but then her arms crossed over her breasts.

  “No,” he ordered, yanking her arms out of the way and causing everything to jiggle gently in front of his face.

  “Perfect,” he said, leaning down to steal her lips and breathe in a hard kiss.

  He pillaged her mouth so long she had to rip her mouth away to draw breath.

  “This is how you should be whenever you’re with me. Bare, on your back, mouth open, eyes half closed. This,” he nudged her with his hips. “Is what I should always feel when I touch you.” He nudged her, slipped in, stopped when she lifted her hips to take him in the rest of the way. “This is what I want when I give you a drink, or hold your chair, or get your food.”

  He stroked her hard, biting his lip to hold back a groan as the move pushed them up high on the sheets, his heart racing happily when she cried out beneath him.