The Choice

by Alice Ward

  No going back. Time to put your money where your mouth is.

  I walked over to the table with the sex toys scattered over it. They were all in sealed plastic packages, very sanitary, but honestly, the cleanliness of this room was the least of my worries right then. I didn’t know what most of these things were. One of my friends had gotten me a pocket vibrator as a gag gift for Christmas in college, but that was the end of my experience with sex toys. Except for the giant purple dildo, I was lost. There were lumps of plastic and rubber, clips, ropes, beads… what the fuck did all these things do?

  Carefully, I picked up a round wheel with a bunch of pink ridges on the edges, sort of like one of those fidget spinners, and held it out to him. “I want to use this.”

  He tilted his head. “Is that right?”

  Yes. No. Maybe. I had no idea. I thought about telling him that I had no clue what this particular toy did, but if he was already on to me, that would only make him more suspicious. I nodded, heat creeping up my neck.

  He took it and ripped the plastic off it in a slow, precise motion. “Good choice.”

  Was it? Clearly, Cameron Brice, conservative golden boy and frontrunner for the White House in 2024, was a closet kink expert.

  Holy shit, I had absolutely no idea what kind of pain or pleasure I was in for. Was I really going to go through with this?

  Then he reached over and picked up a plastic bag I hadn’t noticed. He ripped it open and pulled out a long black sliver of silk. A blindfold.

  A blindfold! Why hadn’t I seen that before?

  “I want you to wear this,” he said, as my mind started to churn with ideas. If I could get him to agree to wear the blindfold… tie him up… then I could get the picture and split.

  I stiffened and held up a hand. “Wait.”

  He paused, holding the blindfold in front of me. It was clear he wasn’t going to do anything unless I was one-hundred-percent into it. In the seconds that passed, a feeling of loss crept in.

  I was already in this too deep. I wanted more than just a picture of him now. Much more.

  “Just…” I stammered, making a weak attempt at trying to get what I’d come for. I forced a smile. “I want to do that to you.”

  He shook his head. Then he leaned in until I felt the smooth lines of the mask against my cheek and whispered, his voice featherlight and smooth, “I believe you’re the one who needs loosening up, Cassandra.”

  So my nervousness hadn’t gone unnoticed. Of course it hadn’t gone unnoticed. My back and neck were so rigid I could already feel how sore they’d be tomorrow. “I’m not going to take off my mask.”

  “Not a problem.”

  He was right. With or without the mask, I had no protection from him. I was powerless as he whirled me around. He wrapped the blindfold right over my mask, the silk cool and pleasant where it touched my hot skin, and I could feel him tying a knot tight at the back of my head. “Not too tight, I hope,” he whispered in my ear.

  I shook my head. Then he put a hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward where the couch had been.

  He sat me down, and when I did, my knees knocked together, my teeth chattering. I clamped them shut, wondering what he planned to do as I felt the pressure of his hands on my hips. Their warmth seeped straight through the fabric of my clothes. He ran them down, strong and commanding, to the tops of my thighs. I shivered.

  “Your skirt is too tight.”

  Like the rest of me.

  I didn’t know why I felt it was something I should apologize for. So when he added, “You need to take it off,” I leaned forward to give him better access to the zipper at the back. I could feel him leaning close, the plastic of his mask pressing against my breasts as he reached around me. He easily lowered the zipper, the fabric giving way, loosening its iron grip on my stomach so that I could draw in the first enormous breath I’d been able to all night. I raised my hips off the couch so that he could pull it to the floor. He lifted up one of my shoes, then the other, and then I was free of that damned skirt. A definite relief. I felt the rush of air on my bare legs and heard a gentle swooshing noise as it landed somewhere behind me.

  His hands were still on my shoes. “These heels are hot. Keep them on while I fuck you.”

  He’s going to fuck me.

  Here I was, my bottom half nearly naked to Cameron Brice as he knelt in front of me. It was easy to pretend this was nothing but a dream while I was locked here in this dark, hazy room, with the bass from downstairs making the walls vibrate. While my head was fuzzy from the sips of scotch I’d taken. But when he said it, it suddenly became real. I swallowed, and then sucked in air as I felt the electric touch of his hands on my thighs, nudging them apart.

  Cameron Brice was really going to fuck me.

  I wasn’t a virgin. I’d been in three long-term relationships since my junior year in high school, and in each of them, we’d had sex, but only after several dates and I’d gotten to know them. I’d never had a one-night stand. The sex I’d had, though, in those committed relationships? Good girl sex. Perfectly sweet with whispered “I love yous” and lots of cuddling afterwards. I supposed that was every girl’s dream, and it had been mine too.

  Until now.

  I knew this was going to be a lot different.

  And my body welcomed it, buzzing all over. I’d never felt hotter. When he tugged on my sweater, I eagerly — almost too eagerly — obliged by unbuttoning the pearl buttons and slipping it off. I wasn’t someone who liked baring my body to strangers, not at all, but it was bewildering, how easily it happened. Now, I was exposed to him, in my lace thong and bra, and my stupid Target heels. I’d come here wanting to bring this man down, and yet now I was the one being conquered.

  He knelt before me, between my legs. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and though I couldn’t see it, I could feel his gaze. “Take your tits out of your bra for me.”

  I never did such things, even home alone. Why I did as he asked, I’d never know. He had me under a powerful spell, and I supposed I wanted to give him the same feeling. I pushed aside the lace fabric and felt the cool air on my sensitive nipples. They hardened at once.

  He drew in a ragged breath, and it was warm on my skin when he exhaled. “Squeeze them. Squeeze your nipples.”

  I shrugged aside all feeling of embarrassment, and put my fingers over the puckered flesh. They were already hard, but as I did as he asked, they became painfully so. I bit back the cry in my throat, hoping this was what he wanted while in the back of my mind, I wondered how I’d let things come to this.

  As I played with my tits, I heard him let out that breath and felt his presence as he leaned toward me. The crisp fabric of his shirt brushed against the skin of my abdomen, and I started to put my arms around him.

  He froze, pulled away.

  “No,” he said.

  His footsteps trailed away from me. I sat upright, trying to understand. What had I done wrong?

  The next thing I knew, he was taking my wrist in his hand, held it up behind my head and wrapped something silken around it.

  “What are you…?” Then understanding dawned. He was tying me up, just as if he’d intuitively reached into my mind and pulled out exactly what I’d hoped to do to him.

  Could he see inside my mind?

  I sure as hell hoped not.

  “You don’t touch me,” he said, voice full of authority as he tightened the knot on my wrist. “Understand?”

  I nodded, even though I didn’t really. Was he afraid of fingerprints?

  “Too tight?”

  I shook my head. The amount of pressure was just right, not enough to hurt, but firm enough to render my arm completely immobile. It was clear that Cameron Brice had tied up women before.

  “Good.” He gently took my other wrist in his hand and did the same. I wondered if he could feel my pulse thudding out of my skin because he said, “Have you ever tried bondage, Cassandra?”

  I hadn’t wanted to appear so naïv
e, but it had to be obvious now. I tried to shift in my seat, but it was difficult with both arms tied back over my head. “No,” I murmured, testing the feeling out. I’d been powerless before, but now, I had no choice but to surrender completely. The tension inside me began to melt away, only to be replaced by a delicious, tantalizing anticipation.

  I already knew I liked it. Like it was a dangerous drug, and I was entirely capable of becoming addicted.

  He wrenched my legs even farther apart, managing to tie my ankles down too. The loops on the floor. I was now spread out, my ass on the very edge of the couch, my shoulders against the backrest. Ordinarily, not a very comfortable position, but I couldn’t care about my comfort. His footsteps on the floor sounded loudly in the room as he walked around me, very slowly, taking me in.

  When he was behind me, he leaned down, his lips close to my ear. “You are gorgeous. Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  More footsteps. Then his broad frame was between my legs. Ever so slowly, he lowered himself down and ran a finger up my thigh. There was the motorized hum of something, the sex toy, coming to life. Something flicked against my skin, and I tensed and let out a breath.

  The next thing I knew, there was a nibble on my abdomen. This wasn’t anything mechanical — this was human. A tongue — an actual, human tongue. It had to be as nothing could ever mimic that warm, soft, alive sensation as it snaked its way down my hip bone. My body shuddered with the sharpest jolt of pleasure as a thought fluttered through my mind.

  His mask was off. His mask was off.

  But by then, I was so lost that I didn’t even care.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Cameron

  I couldn’t help it.

  Cassandra lay in front of me, in nothing but the barest thread of a G-string and see-through red bra, spread-eagle, exposed to me.

  Damn, she was gorgeous, her pale pink skin sparkling with a candy-scented something. Her entire body was bathed in sparkles, and they shimmered in the orange firelight. Her skin was cool and inviting and smelling like candy, for god’s sake, screaming to be tasted. Knowing how tentative she’d been, how afraid, to see her finally giving herself over to this other, unexplored side of herself, it made my cock throb in a way it never had.

  Why was she here, if not planted as a gift from the gods? Sometimes, everything can seem so wrong, but when you put the details together in a certain way, they wound up being exactly right. That was tonight — complete serendipity. Cassandra might not have been a goddess in mythology, but here, in this dank sex room, she was. I’d never seen anything hotter or wanted anything more.

  That was why I was compelled to taste her.

  Over the years, I’d developed hard and fast rules to prevent myself from getting caught, and it was in following those that I’d managed to fly under the radar so many times. The number one rule was to always, always wear a face mask. I’d managed to adhere to that, no matter what.

  Until now.

  From the way her eyes had widened and she’d stiffened, I knew she’d never seen the toy she selected before. I intended to show her how it worked.

  I turned it on, feeling jealous of it.

  I lowered the round head to her abdomen, and the pink plastic tongues flicked against her skin. She flinched and made a small gasp, but it didn’t feel like enough.

  I could do so much better. This beauty deserved so much better.

  She was blindfolded, so I used that as my excuse. She still couldn’t see me. I slipped my mask up, revealing just my mouth, then leaned in and tasted her skin.

  It was euphoric. Ambrosia, sweet and yet salted. The taste of which I’d never be able to replicate, even with all my money and the finest restaurants in the world at my disposal. Add to that the way her smooth, perfumed skin trembled as my tongue flicked over her flesh, and the soft, delighted little coo that escaped her mouth, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with the one taste.

  I went in for more, pushing the mask back over my head. She threw her head back as I trailed my tongue down her perfectly sculpted abdomen, to the string of her bikini.

  “Oh,” she said softly, pulling on the hand restraints. She may have been in a sex club, but I could already tell she was a good girl, as every instinct that had been planted in her since birth wanted her to cover up, to be quiet.

  But I was here to unravel those instincts, to free her.

  That tiny G-string offered no protection. It was merely a couple of strings knotted together, certainly no obstacle for my tongue. I nibbled my way down it, lapping toward her core as she started to move her bottom closer to me, trying to urge me to where she wanted me to be. I pressed my hands against her thighs, and yes, they were dancer’s — no, runner’s thighs — femininely shaped but sculpted so I could feel the muscles straining underneath.

  Dipping my head down low, I pushed aside the meager fabric, my tongue finding the sensitive nub of her clit.

  Her mouth slid open, and a long sigh escaped.

  Damn, she was even sweeter here. It was like a feast of the most sumptuous kind, all laid out for my taking. Already wet and trembling, I knew I wouldn’t have to do much to send her over the edge.

  But where was the fun in that?

  I wanted to take my time. Needed to… because I could already feel that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one I wouldn’t get back. With the election coming up, my window for this kind of behavior was becoming more difficult, and soon jaunts like this would be more than just risky, they’d be impossible. And I could sense she was the shy type who’d disappear after this, her tail firmly between her legs, where my tongue had been.

  If I had one chance with her, I wasn’t going to fuck it up.

  I pulled away, sitting back on my haunches, beholding the most beautiful sight of her pussy. The natural, fine blonde hairs curling around her labia. Not shaven or waxed like most of the women here, but real and unspeakably gorgeous. Her tits were high and yet had a perfect sway to them, with large, pale pink nipples. When she’d played with them, it was all I could do to stop myself from replacing her fingers with my mouth. She was here, laid out in front of me, wanting my attention. Begging for it. Predictably, she strained to lift her ass off the sheet, silently pleading for more. Her face was contorted in desperation. “Please…”

  My cock strained against my pants. This sweet, sweet sight was almost too much for me to control. “What do you want me to do?”

  She whimpered a little. “I don’t…” she breathed.

  “Yes, you do,” I growled at her. “Tell me, or you’ll get nothing.”

  There were ridges of worry on her forehead now. I doubted I could hold true to that promise, as much as I wanted her, but she seemed to believe it. She whispered, very softly, “Fuck me.”

  I leaned forward. “I can’t hear you.”

  “Fuck me,” she said louder, but still not loud enough for my liking. It was like she was afraid someone next door would hear, as if the whole house wasn’t engaged in a massive fuck-fest.

  “What did you—?”

  “Fuck me!” she screamed, then lowered her voice. “Please!”

  And there it was. Letting go. I smiled, satisfied. I’d fucked women in clubs like this, but never a woman like Cassandra. At that moment, I could have taken down my pants and fucked her there, with no regrets whatsoever. God, how I wanted to.

  But something inside me wanted to give this girl more. To show her a world that had previously been closed to her.

  I needed to taste her again.

  Moving closer until she could feel my breath on her core, she wiggled her ass toward me in anticipation. Calmly, with much more control than I was feeling inside, I said to her, “I want you to scream, do you hear me? I don’t want to sense that you’re holding back, Cassandra, because if I do, I’ll stop.”

  She nodded eagerly. “Yes, I understand.” Her voice wasn’t as tentative as it once had been.

  The rules posted, this time I went with no hesitation, full g
usto, diving in and lapping at her like a man possessed. She moaned, loud and confident, and her head fell back as she pulled on her ties, her hands opening and closing. “Oh, my god.”

  I didn’t have to ask if she liked it. I could tell from her short little breaths, from the way she tossed her head from side to side in abandon. I could’ve stayed there forever, just watching the ways in which her perfect body reacted, her chest heaving, her abdomen twitching. Listening to her deep moans of pleasure, building to an ear-shattering crescendo.

  “Keep going,” she commanded, lifting her head away from the backrest as she ground her pussy against my face. She was no longer that sweet, innocent girl who’d wanted to be covered up. Her inhibitions were gone completely now. “I’m close.”

  When she came, she screamed and jerked violently forward, so violently I was afraid I hadn’t tightened the restraints enough.

  She sat there, coming down, trembling visibly, sweat glistening between her perfect tits, looking perfectly spent. My cock still pulsed out a drumbeat, wanting attention, but every other part of my body felt perfectly spent, too, like her climax had been mine. I couldn’t explain it.

  Satisfied for now and going with my gut, I smiled as I wiped her juices off of my mouth and fixed the mask over my head. When I undid the restraints and blindfold, she reached for me, but I stopped her. Something about her made me want to take my time.

  Time I knew I didn’t have.

  And since when had I ever taken my time with anyone? I’d always been a man who knew what he wanted and chose women who wanted it too.

  Yes, this girl was different.

  Cassandra looked down at her naked body, and I could tell when the shame started to flood in because her cheeks flushed. She tucked her tits back inside her bra and reached for her sweater, slipping it back on.

  “You’ll be here again,” I said as she began to button up, not a question. It was a demand.