by Sara Brookes
“Why don’t you hit first this time?”
He contemplated the gleam in her eyes as she asked the question. She obviously had something else up her sleeve. Knowing he could spend hours contemplating, he set up next, making adjustments to compensate for his lack of proper club. Just as he brought the iron down to connect with the ball, a sharp vibration shot through his groin. He fumbled the club, releasing it in his surprise so it arched a few feet into the air before landing of the far side of the tee.
Elena was sitting casually on the seat of the cart when he spun around. “Problem?”
“What the hell was that?”
“What the hell was what?” Her voice was calm and level as though she hadn’t just flipped some kind of switch.
He gestured toward his crotch. “That…whatever you just did.”
“I just sat here and watched you throw your club across the tee box for no apparent reason whatsoever.” She stood, stopping by her bag to retrieve a club and strolled past. She bent again, repeating the same start-up process as she had since the first tee. The quick flash of her pussy combined with the jolt he’d just experienced caused his dick to harden. The constriction of the ring at the base and around his balls had just become supremely uncomfortable.
She wiggled her hips and wound up. He missed seeing where her ball landed because the cock ring vibrated again. He hauled in a deep breath, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Replacing her club, she slipped behind the wheel and was off again without speaking to him.
He waited, wondering when the next vibration would come. But after a few minutes he felt like a fool standing there waiting for something he had no control over. Grabbing his club, he slung the strap of her bag over his shoulder and set off down the cart path.
She was sipping from a bottle of water when he caught up with her, reminding him he needed to intake some fluid as well. Propping her bag up, he pulled out his water and started to guzzle the rest.
A strong vibration shot through his cock, instantly arousing his dick to full attention. Every nerve ending in his groin came alive at once. He’d never been this violently aroused before. He managed to choke down the rest of his water, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth to catch whatever was dripping over his chin.
She looked at him curiously. “You seem…unsettled. Everything all right?”
“Peachy,” he replied tightly.
“Well good. Can’t have you distracted.” She selected a club and trailed her hand over his arm. The gentle caress caused his now painfully restrained cock to jerk. The unforgiving metal dug into his skin, but the pain simply enhanced his arousal instead of removing it. There was a glint in her eyes he couldn’t decipher. Surely she had to know just what she’d handed him at the coffeehouse last night.
One of Allison’s creations maybe? She certainly had the knowledge base given her technology background. But then again so did Elena. And she did design various sexual devices for play. He’d already experienced more than a few items from her private collection.
Her ball landed on the backside of the green. She’d be lucky to make par on this hole, which was a lucky break for him given the fact he’d launched his club in lieu of striking the ball the first time. As he walked to the bunker his ball had landed in, he tried to figure out the best way to make up for his folly.
He managed to save face by bogeying the hole. “Nice recovery.”
“Yeah, well, if you’d stop jerking my chain with this damn vibrator maybe we’d have a fair-and-square game.”
She stepped closer, her breasts pushing against his chest. Jesus, she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He could feel the press of her hard, erect nipples through the fabric of her shirt. “I haven’t even begun to jerk your chain, Alexander Conners.” She sauntered off, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she did. The edge of her skirt flipped up with each movement, taunting him with flashes of the sweet ass he wanted to sink into.
He groaned, but managed to bite it off so it came out as more of a strangled moan. She glanced over her shoulder, a sly smile teasing the edges of her lips. The ring around his cock gave a quiet buzz, but he was prepared for it this time and simply allowed the movement to wash over him and heighten his arousal.
Her hands were folded on top of the club and as far as he could tell she hadn’t palmed any kind of remote. He continued to stand there, absorbing the strong vibrations radiating through his groin.
“Need me to leave you alone so you can enjoy your little moment you seem to be having there?”
The vibrations kicked up a notch. “I’d rather be buried inside you.”
“Wouldn’t we all?” She tipped her head and slid behind the wheel. The cart sped off to the next tee box as the ring continued to vibrate.
Gritting his teeth, he snagged her clubs and walked over a small footbridge connecting the two holes. He couldn’t stand there all day getting off on a vibrator. Best he could do now was just put his head down, play through the next hole—the ninth—and hope for the best as he tried to ignore the device.
Or he could up the stakes a little.
Maybe he could turn on the charm and convince her to have sex with him right here and right now on the course. When he arrived at the tee he dropped her clubs and walked straight for her. He molded his body to her back, cupping his hands around her breasts, playing with her erect nipples through her shirt. He skimmed his lips against her slender neck as he toyed with the hard buds, cradling the weight of the soft globes.
“Let me worship you, Elena.”
“Afraid of what you face when you lose this hole?”
Alex’s eyes narrowed, and he decided he needed to change tactics. Approach this situation differently because he truly needed to experience more with her. “Let me worship you, Mistress. Let me kneel before you and eat your pussy until you come all over my face. Let me give you more pleasure than you can even stand.”
Her fingers closed over his hands, pulling them away as she turned to face him. “Tacking on a title more appropriate for high protocol won’t help your cause either. Not to mention, pisses me off.”
“Why?”
She tapped the end of his nose, a tight smile curling her lips. “You’re using Mistress because you think it will get you what you want. You don’t truly mean it. Don’t patronize me, Alex, by saying what you think I want to hear. You have to mean it. You have to actually feel what you’re saying.”
Could this woman possibly be any more frustrating? “What if I do?”
“The fact you’re asking me means you don’t. Not truly.” She moved away, leaving him standing there vibrating with need as she went to tee off. The ball landed on the green, its forward momentum carrying it straight into the cup.
Hole in one.
Damn.
Even if he holed out she’d won the front nine. She dug around inside the pocket of her golf bag, moving behind him before he could see what she’d taken out.
His head lifted, his concentration faltering a little as he lost focus when her hands skimmed over his bare back. Her long fingers traced his shoulders, dancing over the nape of his neck. Her breath grazed over the same places, following her movements. “Don’t worry, we’ll both enjoy this. Drop your pants.”
He wanted to be in her so badly he complied without hesitation, ready for whatever she had in store for him. Plus the tight binding of the pants wouldn’t restrict him anymore. His cock sprang free, the skin along his shaft dark red from root to tip. His focus broken, his dick strained against the unforgiving metal wrapped tightly around him.
She peered around his hip. “Looks as though someone has been enjoying himself. Good.”
Gentle fingers caressed his thigh, causing him to release his breath. Her touch was as exciting as it was maddening. Why couldn’t she just order him to his knees? Let him worship her. Maybe fuck her. He just wanted her to put him out of his misery. Maybe then he could have focused on the damn round and beaten her fair and square.
Somethi
ng cold and wet was smeared over his anus. He automatically clenched, unused to the strange intrusion.
“Relax. This isn’t anything you can’t handle.”
He didn’t completely understand why, but he trusted her. Maybe it was the fact she hadn’t steered him wrong yet. Following her instruction, he did his best to relax though it was a struggle given the fact his experience—and interest—in receiving anal sex was virtually nil. Everything she’d introduced him to, however, had always had been awesome.
No reason for him to believe otherwise now.
She pushed something hard and slender into him, his muscles trembling as she patiently coaxed him to relax. The item settled comfortably without any kind of pain, just an awareness of his entire body. And not simply the area below his waist. He jerked when she tapped his ass as she stood, his muscles automatically flexing around the plug she’d inserted. The sensation shot between his legs and wrapped around the base of his dick, driving his excitement even higher.
She repositioned herself in front of him, sinking down to crouch in front of him.
“Jesus.” The power of the sensation rolled through him, shuddering up his spine. He grunted as her tongue flicked out, swiping over the tip of his cock to gather the pre-cum leaking out. Her gaze met his as she pulled her hand along the shaft.
Her hand felt good against him—damn good. Especially after the slow buildup of tension that had been simmering inside him since she’d handed him the cock ring.
His breathing grew labored, his heart pounding hard against his chest as she kept the pace slow, teasing him with each patient stroke. He made a noise, inhaling sharply as she moved as though she had all the time in the world. As though she intended to demonstrate to him just how much power she truly possessed at the moment.
She paused, the side of her hand resting against the metal ring still softly vibrating around him before she started caressing him again. Her grip changed with each move, tight and demanding one moment, eased and patient the next.
Arousal raced around his body, searching for an outlet.
He held back, his body trembling from the effort.
“Elena.”
She ignored his whispered plea, instead reaching around with her free hand to grip his ass. Her nails scored his skin, adding a layer of pain as her thumb began sliding over the tight vein beneath the head of his cock.
“Alexander?”
“Yes?”
“When you feel as though I am your Mistress you may refer to me that way. Not a moment before. What you need to learn is I don’t have to be dressed up or have a collar around your neck to want you. Those are just things. They don’t give me my sexual appetite. They simply enhance it.”
“Then why did you give me the cock ring? Command me to wear the cuffs? Have me dress this way?” There had been no sexual interaction between them when he wasn’t in such a position. When he wasn’t wearing the items she’d given him.
She pressed her lips against his hip, a soft kiss in benediction. “Because you look damn gorgeous wearing those things. It makes me want to eat you up. You’re not the only one who derives pleasure from these scenes we have together.”
He’d hoped to discover her reasons were more than just surface emotions. Wondered if their connection was more than just sex. Physical chemistry was a bonus in his education, but he’d be a fool to admit he hadn’t yearned for more. To know she gained pleasure from him was a damn good start.
And indicated his need for her wasn’t just sexual in nature.
Her mouth surrounded him, his thoughts vanishing as she pushed forward, swallowing him whole as she moved him past her gag reflex. Christ, he’d always thought that was something women did in porn movies, not real life.
She moved away, licking the tip before swallowing it down her throat again. He wanted to push his hands through her hair, hold it tight between his fingers as she pleasured him. His palms itched to comply with his thought, but remembering her statement about maintain control, he held his hands at his sides, clenching and unclenching them as she continued to surround him.
She skillfully brought him to the precipice of release before teasing the underside of his head with the flat of her tongue. She repeated the process over and over, drawing his balls up tight against his body as his excitement flourished.
Heat spread through him as she swallowed him again. The ring surrounding the base vibrated, drawing a strangled cry from him. She slid off him with a soft pop, her hand surrounding him as the ring continued to lift his excitement. The scent of his arousal spun in the air around him, eradicating the heavy smell of freshly cut grass on the course.
“As beautiful as you are, standing here with my toy around your straining cock, my other toy buried high inside your ass, I don’t need any of this in order to keep control over you. To take your orgasm from you anytime I choose. I don’t need some kind of foolish bet. Understand?” He nodded. “A bet is a bet, however. And I always make good on my wagers. What was on the line again?”
“Orgasm.”
“Ah yes.” His heart tripped when she produced a condom, tapping it against her lips as she examined him. “Mine, I think. No reason a perfectly available cock should go to waste. But, in the interest of full disclosure, it has been awhile since I’ve had one because I’ve been so focused on you. I could come in a matter of seconds and wouldn’t that be such a waste.”
“I don’t care.”
“I thought you’d say as much.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging his face toward hers. “I want you to show me how grateful you are for the gifts I’ve given you tonight, my orgasm included.” Elena released him, flipping up the back of her pleated skirt as she braced her hands on the front of the golf cart.
His cock jumped in reaction to her glistening wetness, a feat he wouldn’t have thought possible because he was certain he was already as hard as he could get. Lust roared through him as she dipped a hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips wide in invitation.
“Give me an orgasm, Alexander. And don’t come until I say you can.”
The sight of her glistening pussy was enough to send a thrill up his spine. Foil crinkled as he stripped the condom from the packet and before she took her next breath he’d sheathed himself inside her. She hissed, grinding against him. He gripped tight into her hips, holding the fabric bunched around her waist while he started to fuck her.
His ass clenching down on the invasion of the toy, he slid in and out of her cunt, stroking engorged flesh together. Caught up in the intensity of being so on edge for so long he started furiously thrusting, rocking forward on his toes as his body demanded the ultimate pinnacle from both of them. Without warning the plug started to vibrate at the same frequency as the ring circling his cock.
“Son of a bitch.”
He sucked in a deep breath, completely at the mercy of the devices she’d outfitted him with and the tight, wet pussy he was buried deep inside. He snarled, a low noise mixed with rage and frustration at her silence, as the vibrations of the ring and plug kicked into overdrive, causing his dick to swell. A signal of an impending orgasm he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop.
He had no control of how he reacted to the sensations she kept forcing him to experience. He fought hard against the inevitable, his body straining to hold back because he could tell Elena wasn’t even close.
Despite his valiant struggle, his release overtook with him a swift efficiency he didn’t expect, leaving his legs shaking and his hands curled into fists against her hips as he struggled to gain control of his body. The climax was too powerful of a force to resist and he plunged over the edge, grunting and trailing off into incoherent babbling as he fucked hard into her.
“That’s it. There you go, baby. Let it all go.”
The calm and even tone of her voice punched him in the gut, souring the warmth tingling through his body as the orgasm abated. How the fuck did she manage to stay so poised and composed as she ripped him apart at the
seams?
Overcome with emotion, he gripped her shoulders, forcing her to stand as he jerked out and spun her around. Shock registered in her indifferent eyes a split second before his mouth fastened over hers. He held nothing back as his tongue plunged into her mouth, taking the kiss from her with raw, brutal strength so she would experience just a small sliver of the power of the lust spinning through his body.
That she was responsible for creating.
Instead of scolding him for his actions, she cradled his jaw. The gentle act offset some of his brutal kiss. Determined to feel her fly apart in his arms, to give her the orgasm she wanted, he dropped his hand between her legs, brushing his fingers against her bare pussy lips.
So fucking silky.
He nearly salivated at the thought of throwing her legs over his shoulders so he could bury his face there, feel her sweetness against his lips. He wanted her orgasm so badly. This was insane. She couldn’t possibly be this well put together. So unflappable. So…stoic.
So fucking controlled.
He started a slow pattern around her clit, teasing her as much as she’d teased him. Breaking their gaze, he dropped his head to her breast, stroking her erect nipple through the rough fabric of her shirt.
Her body arched against his, his flaccid cock stirring again and already reaching for her thanks to the plug she’d shoved up inside him. The heat of her pussy radiated against his hand, beckoning to him as he continued to draw circles around the hard nub.
She whimpered against his lips.
The tender noise caused his heart to clench, melting away some of his violence so he could think clearly. “For god’s sake, Elena, please give me something. Anything. I am prepared to beg if necessary. But I need something. Don’t keep purposefully holding back from me just to prove a fucking point.”
Her hand closed around his wrist, stilling his motion. “That isn’t how this is supposed to work.”
The monotone quality of her voice sunk his heart to his stomach. “This? You planned this all along didn’t you? To bring me here, tease me beyond comprehension so I’d turn into some rutting, snarling beast incapable of anything but mindlessly fucking you in order to break me even more. You set me up to fail.”
