Wicked Game

by Scarlett Sanderson

  He opened the door to the truck and carefully dropped her in. She scooted back until she collided with the metal of the opposite side. The floor was decked out in some kind of padding. Despite being bound and gagged, she was comfortable. He’d put lots of thought into her comfort.

  The door closed and he started the engine. The short drive gave her some time to think. And calm her raging heart. Her nipples were aching, pebbled nubs. She wanted to touch them, roll them between her fingertips, feel the sharp sting as she pinched them. Being bound restricted her movements. He’d left her unable to touch herself.

  Ruth groaned. She leaned down and rubbed her breasts against her thighs, hoping to ease some of the tension. It only made it worse.

  How had he known about her deepest fantasy?

  She couldn’t believe it was finally going to be fulfilled by the man she’d been fantasizing about for months. By the man she was falling in love with.

  Soon she would see Dominic naked, have his hard cock in her throat. She’d be able to show him just how much of a good girl she could be.

  The truck stopped. She heard him get out of the driver’s side. The door slammed. She listened and waited.

  Her door opened. A hand wrapped around her ankle and jerked her forward. She yelped as he once again put her over his shoulder. His strength aroused her to the point of pain. She’d never be able to overpower him if he pushed her too far. She was completely at his mercy.

  He unlocked another door, kicked it closed and carried her down a flight of stairs.

  When he put her on her feet, she sucked in air through her teeth. She waited for him to say something. Being blindfolded meant she had to rely on her other senses. She knew he was close, she could smell his scent—musky, masculine, sandalwood mixed with engine oil. She would never get tired of that scent. She wanted to roll in it, ingrain it in her pores.

  He pulled her flush against his chest and massaged her breasts. Unable to resist, she arched into him as he plucked her nipples.

  He said, “I know what you crave, to be treated like a naughty little girl. Isn’t that right, Ruth? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

  She mumbled against the gag, “Mmm-hmm.”

  Dominic chuckled. “So eager. I like that.”

  He moved her backward then stopped. She never knew being manhandled could be such an aphrodisiac.

  Finally, he removed her blindfold. She blinked a few times, adjusting to her new surroundings. She focused on him. Fire blazed in his ice-blue eyes. Her pulse pounded. Her pussy clenched. Her skin ignited with need. She’d waited so long to have Dominic.

  He smoothed a hand over her hair and she leaned into his touch. She watched desire widen his pupils. Deep down, something powerful and feminine purred. Although he had outward control, she could still affect him. She, the town librarian.

  “You’re my captive now. No escaping. I can do anything I want and you’ll let me.”

  Her knees almost buckled. Her body liquid.

  “I’m going to take off the restraints now. You won’t fight me.” It was an arrogant statement but completely true. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her life and she wasn’t about to leave.

  He loosened the belt and she shook her hands free. He untied the gag and let it fall to the floor.

  She inhaled. His gaze dropped to the rise and fall of her chest. He pressed his lips together before rubbing a hand across his beard. Her hand itched to feel the hair abrading her skin.

  “Strip.”

  She blinked. “What?” She was his captive, wasn’t he supposed to take her clothes off?

  A smile crept onto his handsome face. “Take off your clothes.”

  “What if I don’t want to?” Where had the petulant child come from? She wanted him to touch her, taste her, fuck her. Why was she baiting him?

  His smile disappeared, replaced by a dark scowl. “Do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to put the gag back on, get you on all fours and whip you with my belt? I’ll do it, Ruth. Don’t disobey me. Strip.”

  Her mouth went dry. Although she knew it was a game, she’d never seen this side of Dominic. The hard, dark side. It thrilled her. Her clit throbbed a heavy beat in time with her heart. This was exactly what she’d fantasized about.

  As she leaned down, she unzipped her boots and kicked them away. Straightening up, she unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, letting it pool to the floor. She watched his reactions—the slight twitch in his jaw, the shifting and rolling of his shoulders.

  One by one, she popped the buttons on her blouse. She grabbed each lapel, waited a heartbeat and parted the cotton. Cool air hit her aching breasts, raising goose bumps on her skin. Her nipples, already hard bullets, stood to perfect attention. Heat rose in her cheeks.

  Dominic held up a hand. “Stop.”

  He stalked toward her like the dominating alpha males she’d read about in romance novels. She hadn’t thought those men really existed.

  Looking at the dark, predatory stare on Dominic’s face, she knew she’d been wrong. Yesssssssss.

  Her hormones sang, raced around her system, singing with glee. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

  He eased her shirt down her arms, crumpled it and threw it over his shoulder. He ran the back of his hand across her breastbone before sliding it over one fleshy globe. Ruth closed her eyes and moaned. She wanted more. She wanted his hands all over her, touching her, making her come, but she dared not interrupt him.

  “Your skin is so soft. I’m going to enjoy fucking your tits.”

  She answered him with a breathless whimper.

  “Continue.”

  She unhooked her bra, removed it and dropped it to the floor.

  He inhaled. Exhaled. “Touch your tits.”

  She palmed her breasts, massaged.

  “Stop.” He leaned down and his teeth scraped a sensitive tip. He sucked, scraped, sucked. Over and over. The rhythm drove her insane. Unable to stop herself, Ruth arched toward him. She thrust her hips forward, trying to find some relief from the sweet, erotic torture.

  He transferred his attention to her other breast and started the assault again.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all rational thought. All that mattered was his mouth on her skin, coaxing, demanding.

  Finally, he pulled away. She stopped moving and met his gaze. The air around him sizzled with danger and lust. The edge of danger made her want him more.

  “Take off your pants and underwear.”

  She did as he commanded, eager for him to touch her, take her, fuck her.

  “I want you sit down in the chair behind you.”

  For the first time since she’d entered the room, she looked behind her. She was in his basement. It looked like an ordinary basement—workbench, tools—apart from a few anomalies. In the middle of the room was a wooden chair with a high back. Laid out on the workbench were sex toys, rope, floggers and some implements she’d never seen before.

  Yikes.

  Seeing such implements in real life sent moisture slithering down her bare thighs. She should have been terrified. Instead she was turned-on to the point of desperation.

  “Sit down. Now.”

  Not wanting to disobey him, she settled herself in the chair.

  He hadn’t moved. He stood in front of her like a conquering god, arms crossed over his broad chest. A picture of control and restraint. He sported an erection and she wondered when he would finally let her see his cock.

  “Rest your arms on the edges and hook your feet around the legs.”

  She did as he asked. He moved to the workbench and picked up two lengths of rope. He began binding her wrists and feet to the chair. He pulled the length tight, wound intricate patterns. The straw material chafed on her skin but she was fascinated with watching him tie her. It was beautiful. A work of art.

  A gush of cream oozed from her core. Her heavy, feminine scent filled the air. Dominic stepped back. He looked over his knots before in
haling. His control snapped. His eyes narrowed. He gripped a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back.

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Remember how you sucked the vibrator? You took it all the way down your throat. I want you to do that to me now.” He unbuckled his jeans, plunged down his zipper and lifted out his cock.

  Chapter Nine

  His cock jutted out, smooth and hard. The bulbous, plum-colored tip glistened with pre-cum and betrayed his desire.

  Ruth’s body tightened, tingled. He was impressive. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

  He gripped two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth level with his cock. “Open for me.”

  She couldn’t deny his gruff command. She parted and he pushed the head against her lips, teasing her, rubbing his juices on her skin.

  Ruth moaned. He tasted exactly as she’d imagined. Salty. Tangy. Like velvet wrapped in steel. She flattened her tongue and strained to suck him farther into her cavern.

  He didn’t deny her request. He pushed and his cock slid inside her eager mouth. She groaned around him as her jaw widened, stretched to accommodate him.

  “Good girl.”

  He pumped, gripped her hair and controlled her movements. He was in complete command. She was a vessel to be used for his pleasure. The thought made her burn with need.

  “Use your tongue.”

  She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. It was his turn to moan. He gripped harder and Ruth winced as pain lanced through the roots of her hair. He pushed farther and his cock slid against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she involuntarily moved back. His hands in her hair wouldn’t allow it but he withdrew a few inches, allowing her to breathe. She coughed, almost choking. He was big, larger than any man she’d been with in the past.

  “Stop panicking, Ruth. You can do this. For me. Relax, breathe through it.”

  She looked up into his eyes and blinked. Yes, she could do this. She wanted to please him. She would do it.

  Widening her jaw farther, she relaxed her throat and began to suck him again.

  “Good girl. You’re such a good cocksucker.”

  Who knew such crass words would be a turn-on? But they were. They spurred her on. As he pushed, she allowed his cock to once again hit the back of her throat. Instead of drawing away she breathed through it. Spit and moisture pooled in her throat as he used her. Deeper and deeper, he thrust into her and she took him.

  “Hmmm, that’s it. Suck me, Ruth.”

  The salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. She wanted him to come. She wanted to swallow all of it and lick her lips. He’d be so pleased with her.

  His balls tightened. She sucked harder. Faster.

  “Oh shit!” He dragged his cock from her mouth.

  His cock glistened, purple and wet. It twitched. She pouted and moved forward. She wanted more. She wanted his cock more than she’d wanted anything.

  “No.”

  The one word made her frown. He’d finally allowed her to touch him only to snatch it away. Had she displeased him in some way?

  The silence deafened her. Blood whooshed in her ears. Her skin ached. Itched. She’d become a mass of tingling nerve endings. A thing of need and want. Of burning desire.

  He released her from her bonds.

  “Get up. Stand behind the chair. Grip the top and spread your legs.”

  On the first two tries, her limbs refused to obey. As the circulation flooded back into her joints, she positioned herself as he commanded. Hands rested on the back of the chair, legs spread, ass stuck out as she leaned down.

  Metal clamped around her ankles and she jerked forward.

  “Don’t move, Ruth. You’ve been such a good girl up until now. Don’t spoil it.” His words stilled her movement.

  Once more, he secured bonds to her feet. This time it was a spreader bar. Heat flamed her cheeks. Her sopping pussy must be on display.

  He stroked her slit. “You’re very wet. Pussy lips all puffy. Clit standing to attention.”

  He palmed her ass, jiggled the flesh. “Do you think the town knows what a naughty girl you are? Do you think they look at you and think, ‘Hmm, bet she likes to be tied up and fucked’?”

  He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear. “Well, Ruth? Do you think they know?”

  “No, Dominic.” Her muscles ached. Moisture trickled from between her thighs.

  “No. Only I know what a bad girl you really are. I wish you could see yourself. You make me so fucking hard.”

  He moved behind her, gripped her hips. His heat seeped into her pores, igniting the fire already burning in her cunt. He positioned his cock against the cheeks of her ass and dry-fucked her.

  She moaned, pushed back against him, wanting him to fill her, fuck her, anything to ease the need in her pussy.

  “See, such a naughty girl, trying to get my cock inside you.” A sharp thwack landed on her ass cheek.

  She squealed, “Oh fuck.”

  Her ass burned. Pain followed by a shot of euphoria jolted through her system. She dragged air into her lungs. In and out. In and out.

  Another crack. Then another. Alternating patterns on the fleshy globes of her butt.

  He struck her with a wide, wooden paddle. Not with soft, gentle taps but heavy, hard smacks.

  Over and over. Ten whacks. Then a pause. Then ten more.

  She lost count of the repetitions. Lost herself in the sensations of pain and pleasure. She hadn’t known she’d be able to take so much. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All that mattered was taking another stroke, pleasing him, riding the intense high that almost brought her to orgasm.

  “Fuck me, your ass is beautiful.” He ran his palm across one of her cheeks and she gritted her teeth.

  It hurt like a motherfucker.

  “I’ve marked you. You’ll wear my brand for at least a week. Every time you sit down, you’ll think of me.”

  She’d always wanted to be branded. Always wondered how it would feel. It felt amazing. Mind-blowing. She’d be proud to wear his mark on her skin.

  When the blows stopped, her ass burned. She never imagined pain could be this euphoric.

  He drizzled cold lube into the crack of her ass and dipped his fingers inside. She’d been practicing daily with the anal plug but the intrusion still made her gasp.

  “Have you been using the toy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Dominic.”

  “Good girl.”

  He worked her ass some more. Her clit throbbed. She wished she could squeeze her thighs together and ease the ache. If she didn’t come soon she’d go insane. He drove her beyond pleasure.

  “I’m not gonna fuck your ass now. Soon. Not tonight. You need to be ready for me.” When he finished speaking, she felt cool plastic invade her hole.

  She tensed and he stopped.

  “This is going all the way in, Ruth. One push. Take it for me.” She relaxed her muscles, inhaled, and he pushed, seating the small plug all the way in her ass.

  He didn’t give her time to think, to adjust. He fisted a hand in hair, jerked her head back again and rammed his cock inside her pussy.

  She screamed with pleasure. The feeling of being stuffed to the hilt blew her mind. The intense pressure made her tremble. She shuddered, wanting more, needing him to move. She’d never felt so full. So naughty, like a good girl gone bad.

  “Don’t come. Don’t you dare fucking come.” His rough tone had her fighting for control.

  He began to move. Not slow, steady movements but deep, hard thrusts. If he hadn’t been holding her hair she would have moved forward with the force.

  He fucked her. Used her. Left her in no doubt she belonged to him, body and mind. Only he could make her feel like this. He’d freed her soul. She would never be the same.

  He fucked her with frenzy. His cock pistoned inside her, the tip dragged across her G-spot. She quivered, moved higher and higher toward the peak. Her breasts
bounced as he pounded into her. She coated his shaft. Her juices dripped onto the floor. The air was filled with sucking sounds, grunts and flesh slapping against flesh. She didn’t care.

  “Come. Come for me now.”

  At his words, she flew apart. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her cunt clenched, dragged his cock in, locked him inside. Her walls convulsed as she came. He roared in her ear and gave a few jerky pumps. The intensity pushed her over the edge. Her mind shut down. She entered a place of serene euphoria where only she and Dom existed.

  She was vaguely aware of him whispering soothing words, unshackling her ankles, scooping her up in his arms. She nuzzled against his neck as he carried her somewhere. She wasn’t completely conscious.

  Something sweet was on her lips. He was making her drink. She swallowed instinctively. The cool, tangy liquid soothed her burning lungs.

  He was lifting her again. She moaned. Her skin felt so sensitive, even the softest touch electrified her.

  He submerged her in warm water and got into the tub behind her. She settled back against him.

  “Ruth. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

  “Hmmm.”

  The washcloth abraded her skin but she knew it was necessary. The water soothed her ass cheeks. He washed her clean, tended her needs. She wanted to sleep, close her eyes and curl against him.

  He stroked her hair, murmured to her. She didn’t remember what he said.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, he got out the tub, helped her stand and toweled her dry. She blinked rapidly before focusing on him. Even now, after hours of pleasurable torture, her body responded to his nakedness.

  When she was dry, he carried her to a bedroom. His bedroom. He laid her facedown and began to rub cooling gel onto her ass.

  She whimpered but allowed him to continue. Consciousness was returning. She felt as if she was coming down from a potent high.

  He lay behind her, spooned her and pulled the covers over them. She snuggled against him, reveled in his strength, heat and comfort. He wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her hair.

  “Ruth. Talk to me, please. Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”

  She swallowed a few times, moistened her dry lips. “No. Never. It was…” How could she ever describe what it was?