Forfeit

by Stoneley, Zara

  ‘How many fingers did you fuck yourself with, you bad girl?’

  ‘Three.’ Like he’d told her. Her pussy was throbbing, her stomach aching with need. She felt the bed give as he sat down on the bed beside her.

  ‘I was trying to do my work, you naughty girl, and you made me hard, made my cock so hard that I had to get it out, rub it, imagine your tongue stroking along it until I came. I came in my office when I should have been at a meeting. That was your fault, Cat, and it is so naughty, isn’t it?’

  She swallowed hard, nodded, the thought of him yanking off across that tidy desk sending a new rush of wetness to her pussy.

  ‘Lie across my knee, you naughty girl.’ She lay, glad to take the pressure off her arms and shaky legs, glad to feel something against her stomach. He manoeuvred her so that her breasts were on one side, her mound pressed against his muscled thigh, his hard cock pressing into her body.

  ‘Were you thinking about a big cock?’

  ‘Yes.’ She yelped as his hand came down on one buttock, cupped so that the sound echoed around the room; felt her breasts jiggle as the force shot through her.

  ‘Did you come?’ Another slap.

  ‘Ouch.’ She struggled to get away from him as yet another slap left her buttock burning.

  ‘Lie still and take your punishment. Now, did you come?’

  ‘Yeees.’ Shit, that hurt! She squirmed, kicking her legs, which seemed to turn him on more, and as she wriggled she could feel her pussy start to throb.

  ‘Rude, naughty girl.’ The spanks came in earnest now, the heat growing in her bum, spreading up her backbone, down to her clit with agonising precision, his cock twitching against her at each slap. She kicked her legs, trying to escape so she could reach her pussy, reach the throbbing heat, but his hand was firm against her, holding her in place. ‘Naughty, naughty girl. You will not touch yourself.’ The burning was spreading through her apace with the throbbing; the dampness was swirling down and she knew she was going to come, even without touching herself. Suddenly she realised the slaps had stopped and with one hand he was massaging her sore bottom, with the other he was playing with her breast which had been hanging free, pulling her nipple between finger and thumb. ‘Do you want to come?’ She could hear the catch in his voice, the fight for control, and it turned her on even more. She wriggled in his lap, heard his gasp.

  ‘Please.’ She was breathless. And then he had her on her feet, facing the bed again, his body pressed against her burning skin.

  ‘Kneel on the bed.’ She struggled on to all fours, and almost before she was balanced his hard cock was against her and then thrusting straight into throbbing flesh, sending her tipping forward with the force, as her whole body seemed to explode. He grunted with satisfaction as she pulsed around him, screaming out his name, and then she was pinned almost flat, her knees spread wide, her nipples rubbing against the rough cotton of the bedsheet, the friction sending new frissons through her. She gasped as he gave one hard, deep thrust and then he was shooting his load hard and fast, the force of his final thrust still pushing her and the heat of his come inside making her orgasm again.

  ‘I wanted to shag that rosy bum of yours ’ he gave a small laugh ‘ but I don’t think I could have been patient enough to let you open up.’ He rolled off her to one side, taking her with him, his cock still inside her.

  ‘You never gave me permission.’

  ‘Eh?’

  ‘To come.’

  He chuckled in her ear. ‘You’re not telling me you came without being told you could? Guess I’ll just have to punish you again.’ She wriggled her bum against him, the heat a glow rather than painful. ‘So don’t go thinking I’ve finished with you yet.’ And there was a gleam in his eye that sent a shiver of anticipation straight down her spine.

  She looked gorgeous, sitting there in front of her dressing table. The fitted dress sheathing that perfect body; her conker brown hair hanging loose, framing the tawny eyes. Good enough to eat. Something he intended to do later. But he had other intentions first. To make her eyes darken with a lust she couldn’t control. He dropped a kiss on her neck and watched the full lips curve into a smile.

  ‘You look good.’

  She glanced up at him. ‘What are you up to now?’ She had a naughty twinkle in those clever eyes.

  ‘Ah, I’ve got you a present. I told you we weren’t finished yet.’

  She laughed. ‘What kind of a present? I take it flowers and chocolates aren’t involved?’

  ‘Better.’ He passed her the small bag, watched as she took out the box and unwrapped it like an eager kid; a sexy, grown-up kid with full, luscious lips that he wanted to kiss. She turned her present over in her hands.

  ‘It’s an, erm, funny-shaped dildo?’

  ‘Yup, you’re learning.’

  ‘Not a very big one.’ She had an eyebrow raised, turning it over as though expecting it to grow.

  He laughed. ‘Don’t sound so disappointed; it’s a dildo with a difference.’ He grinned and took it from her. ‘Put your leg up on the stool, darling, and then ’ he kissed up her inner thigh as she complied ‘ I can slide it in.’ His hand slipped under her dress, up her thigh, seeking out her soft folds, and he rubbed slowly along the damp length of her, his finger pushing further as she automatically opened for him. He looked up, catching her eye as he slid her present into her sleek wetness, his cock stirring as his fingers massaged her lips around it until she gasped, her eyes widening. He could feel her pussy tightening, adjusting to the intrusion. He reluctantly smoothed his hand down her inner thigh, watching the tremble of awareness, then slowly edged her knickers back up.

  ‘So does it jiggle like the balls, then?’

  ‘No.’ He stood up so that he was inches from her, pulled her body tight against his as he kissed her. ‘No ’ His hand slipped down to her bum, pressing her even tighter to him, his other hand reaching into his pocket ‘ it’s better, much, much better.’ The target in his pocket was a small remote control. He flicked at a switch and watched as her eyes widened and her hips shifted against him, the tremor travelling right through his cock. She gasped and then ground herself against him with an “ooh”. He flicked the switch again, her body melting against him as she relaxed. ‘So whenever you’re naughty I can switch your vibrator on until you behave and then I might switch it off, or I might ’ he kissed the full lips ‘ turn it up higher.’ Then his tongue found its way into her mouth and he could taste and smell her juices, almost as though he was lapping at her pussy. ‘I love the way you taste of sex.’

  She moaned softly as his lips moved along her throat. ‘You’re going to be doing that while we’re out?’

  ‘Yes, darling.’ He sucked gently at the soft skin of her shoulder, loving the way it sent a shudder through her and made her eyes darken further.

  ‘Where are we going?’ She was struggling to keep her breath even, and he used his teeth gently against her silky skin, tempted to bring her to orgasm right here and now but knowing if he did there’d be no way they’d leave the room again tonight. He drew back reluctantly, fighting his natural impulses.

  Cat looked at him, expecting him to mention some fancy restaurant. Instead, he named a large hotel, and she felt a sudden whirr of excitement. It seemed the more impressive the location, the more dangerous the fantasy.

  ‘It’s a posh function with the other partners and clients. They’re normally very dull things that I try and avoid, but I think I might have fun tonight.’ He had that wicked smile on his face. ‘Dinner, speeches, dance, you know the drill, darling.’

  Shit, she knew the drill. Polite conversations at the start and then, as the evening wore on and the wine bottles emptied, it would be time to ward off groping hands and leering looks. But tonight there would be a difference; he’d have his handy remote in his pocket, controlling the vibrator snuggled deep in her pussy. ‘You wouldn’t?’

  ‘Oh, I would darling. If you’re naughty I’ll punish you.’ He grinned. ‘For your own g
ood, of course.’

  She bit on her lower lip and felt her pussy tighten, a small thrill of expectation running through her, setting her juices flowing again.

  ‘Ready to go ’ he kissed her on the neck again, then paused to deepen the kiss, suck on her soft flesh, the spot he knew was a prime erogenous zone ‘ and have some fun?’

  She was ready, yes, but for what exactly she wasn’t sure.

  Cat knew most of the people at the function, at least on nodding terms. In the main they weren’t her type: the men called her dear and all but patted her on the head, and the woman looked at her as though she really should have worn more clothes. Which might have bothered her once. But it was different with Brent at her side, his hand constantly on her waist or in the small of her back. He introduced her to everyone, made sure her glass was topped up and that she was included in the conversation. When they first got married she had felt under scrutiny, but gradually she’d been grudgingly accepted. But it still felt sometimes like these people were part of a private club and she’d sneaked in uninvited. Standing around making small talk was the worst part, but once they’d been seated and the wine started to flow it was fine.

  Brent sat down on one side of her, running his hand possessively down her thigh, before introducing her to the man on her other side. She’d met him once or twice, and he was one of the nicer, and younger, board members. Reasonably attractive, reasonably chatty, reasonably rich. In fact, reasonable was the only adjective that sprung to mind. He’d peered appreciatively down her cleavage a couple of times, tempting her to stamp on his foot, but apart from that he seemed friendly and harmless enough. That was until the second course was served.

  Brent seemed engrossed in his conversation and Cat allowed her neighbour to catch her attention and fill her in about his sailing exploits. He looked far too boring to own a boat, but he did, and boy, did he love it! Every polished, lacquered inch of it, or should she say “her”, which he was describing in excruciating detail.

  She tried to concentrate so she could laugh in the right places, then, without any kind of warning, she felt a long and hard vibration deep within her pussy. Cat gasped; she’d almost forgotten the dildo. Her body had got used to the feel, had spread to accommodate it, but now a shard of need was being sent straight to her clit. She fought the moan that was keening at the back of her throat, suddenly aware that her neighbour had stopped talking and was looking at her intently.

  ‘Are you OK?’

  ‘I’m fine.’ Shit, she knew that was a squeak. She clamped her thighs together, thanking God it was a silent assault. ‘Please carry on.’ Her voice had a definite quake to it; even she could hear it. She wriggled back a bit on her seat.

  ‘OK, darling?’ Brent’s warm breath was in her ear, his hand on her thigh, sending a whole new wave of want through her. ‘Having fun?’

  She turned, trying to glare, and the vibrations intensified and she could feel herself melt as her pussy turned molten, feel the pulsing start deep inside. ‘Ahhh.’ She straightened up, thighs clenching, stomach tightening.

  He smiled. ‘Good girl.’ He turned back to the woman on his other side, giving Cat no choice but to look back at the boat man. She toyed with her chicken, suddenly not sure she could eat another mouthful, and then the vibrating sensation stopped.

  Her neighbour had moved a bit closer. Cat closed her eyes. Shit, did he think she was coming on to him? Had she been panting or moaning without knowing? He gave her a puzzled look but went back to boat talk, and Cat forced herself to relax.

  ‘I hear he’s got a big one.’ Brent’s voice made her jump, the soft laughter sending a shiver through her at exactly the same time as a new wave of vibrations coursed through her body. ‘Boat I mean, of course.’

  God, she would kill him when they got home. Or jump him. Or both. Preferably in the right order. Oh shit, she so wanted to come.

  ‘My name’s Simon, by the way.’ Simon’s hand brushed briefly over hers and she dropped her fork, just as the vibrator sent a new shock of awareness through her. She stifled the moan, biting her bottom lip; her panties must be soaked through by now. ‘And I think it’s very mean of Brent to have kept you hidden away.’

  Oh God, oh God, she couldn’t come now, with this guy watching her every move as though he was about to make a dive for her pussy. She could have sworn he’d shifted his chair closer as a wave of heat rushed through her. He leant forward, conspiratorial, topping up her wine glass, and she was suddenly aware of the empty seat on her other side. Of cold air where there should have been warmth. Shit, he’d only gone and left her; it was no wonder Mr Reasonable had decided to make a move. For a second panic shot through her, then she toyed with her lip, forcing her pulse to slow. A hand was on her thigh, clammy against the smooth seduction of the fabric and she shifted, but there was nowhere to go. ‘How would you fancy an afternoon sail sometime? I’m sure you must get bored during the day when hubby is at the office.

  ‘I’m never bored.’ Though I’m sure you could bore the pants off me. God, I need to come.

  ‘Never? A girl like you needs …’

  ‘And what does a girl like me need?’ Her body was humming and she knew exactly what she needed right now, but it wasn’t with this creep.

  ‘A girl like you needs plenty of looking after, plenty of attention.’ His hand was on her knee; he’d overstepped the mark, even if her whole body was crying out for something, anything.

  ‘Oh, believe me, I get plenty of attention.’ She pushed at his hand. ‘I really think you should …’

  ‘Variety is the spice of life, don’t they say?’

  The vibrator buzzed harder inside her, coiling her insides; her lips parted involuntarily, and as she looked at him his eyes seemed to glaze over.

  ‘I get variety too.’ She swallowed hard, trying to slow her body. Bit back a moan.

  ‘Really?’

  Really, mate. More than you can imagine. Spanked, tied, fucked with mouths, fingers, toys; in fact, even as you paw me with your grubby hands and greedy eyes.

  ‘Really. Believe me. Now if you can excuse me, I’m afraid I feel nauseous.’

  She had to do something about the ache, about him, had to get away, had to do something. She pushed her chair back abruptly.

  ‘Are you OK, darling?’ Brent had caught hold of the chair as it fell.

  ‘I’ve got to …’ Powder her nose? Was there a polite way to say what she wanted to say? She looked straight at him and the dark, lust-filled eyes stared straight back as if he was on the verge of taking her right there and then in the middle of the dining hall; which didn’t help at all. She made a run for it. Well, as close to a run as she could, when she felt like just touching herself where she stood or rolling on the floor.

  Brent was behind her before she’d barely left the table, guiding her from the dining hall, his warm hand on her bum, searing her senses. ‘Here.’ He pulled her roughly into a cloakroom, behind a coat stand, his hot mouth already on hers, his hand between her legs. Cat groaned, eating him hungrily, grinding against his hand with desperate need. ‘You want shagging, do you, Cat?’ She pressed harder against him as he slid the vibrator out, dropping it into a pocket. ‘Here in the cloakroom?’

  ‘Fuck. Just do it, now.’

  His fingers forced their way hard inside her without pause, three hard, probing digits, and her legs all but gave way at the incredible release that shot immediately through her body. She clung to him, her mouth hard against his, her arms round his neck, her leg wrapped up around his hips, clung like she’d never clung to anyone in her life, and as she came he was pushing inside her. His hard cock plunged deep as he lifted both her legs round him, forcing her hard back against the wall, his hands gripping her hips. He stared at her with fierce control as she rocked in his arms, tightened her legs around him convulsively as his thrusts built up new need. ‘Come, I want you to come inside me, Brent, now.’ And she knew when she said that it would tip him over. She gasped as he slammed once more into her,
meeting both their needs as only he could.

  ‘Poor Simon.’ He lowered her gently down, straightening her dress over her hips. ‘He thought that look of lust on your face was just for him. Not often he gets a girl panting for him, I bet.’

  ‘Fuck, poor Simon.’ She gasped for breath.

  He laughed then. ‘Well you could go back and …?’

  ‘Brent!’

  ‘Do you think we should head home?’ She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. No way was she going back and sitting down next to reasonable Simon again. Or anyone else who’d seen her on the path to multiple orgasm. ‘We can tell them you felt ill.’ He grinned. ‘You were looking a bit flushed, you know.’ He grinned and took her hand. Checked the coast was clear and then drew her out from behind the coats.

  ‘Hey, you two, how’s things?’ The rich tones rang out, startling Cat, who’d been concentrating on walking in a non-wobbly line and ignoring the dampness on her inner thighs.

  She stared at the tall, instantly recognisable figure, but he wasn’t looking at her; he was looking at Brent. Brent, who was smiling in acknowledgement and explaining they’d decided to have an early night. Brent, who shouldn’t have known him.

  Cat stopped dead as the cold night air hit her. As everything hit her. Looked into the face of the man she loved. ‘You know him.’

  Brent paused, suddenly realising she wasn’t with him any more. ‘Sorry, darling?’

  ‘You know him.’ He hesitated, a moment too long. Sending a chill right through her, that settled into a hard lump in her gut. ‘How do you know him?’

  ‘Cat, there’s something I need to talk to you about.’

  Chapter Ten

  Brent turned to find those big, tawny eyes boring right into his soul. She was angry. And she had a right to be.

  He wanted her to trust him; suddenly it was important, more important than anything. And he didn’t know if he’d ballsed up big time.