Cruel Games

by Elaine May

  “What are you doing?” I try to pull away from him, but he keeps me up against the wall and deep down I know I want to see where he’s going with this. Maybe deep down I just want to be a dirty girl who just wants dirty things, his dirty girl. This should not be happening, but I don’t want it to stop. It could beliberating and I want to find out how.

  “Taking what I want.” He takes my bottom lip again his tug is strong and the feeling of an electric buzz goes straight through to my core.

  “Taking what’s mine.” I try to pull away from him, but he still has me entrapped, I try to speak but he takes my lips hostage again before pulling away.

  “Hey, I’m not yours, handsome.”

  “We’re going to be getting married, that makes you mine.”

  I can feel something lodged in the back of my throat and I think it’s the whole truth of this situation. The moment we tie the knot in the eyes of the law I’ll be his and he’ll be mine. I don’t want him. Something new becomes lodged and I try to swallow it back down where it belongs but then something comes over me like a tidal wave destroying everything in its path, my common sense.

  Maybe deep down I like the idea of being his.

  “Now shut up and let me enjoy this.” His fingers are at the button of my jeans and he quickly undoes them and before I know what’s happening his cold but nice soft hands are working their way to the inside of my knickers, to where I really want him. I can feel the slickness of myself as he glides his fingers over my core and my underwear.

  “God, you’re soaking already. You want this just as much as I do, you dirty girl.” He says in my ear and it surprises me just as much as it seems to surprise him. With no warning his mouth moves and takes a nibble of my lobe.

  “You liking this, you dirty girl?”

  “Y...Y.Yes.” I manage to mumble as his lips run along mine, leaving butterfly kisses before going in for the kill and taking me in a savage and unforgiving kiss. His fingers glide around my core until he finds my clit, pinching and flicking until it becomes too much with his lips still on mine that I feel I could come right here, right now with just his touch. What’s he doing to me? I normally have much more reserve than this but he’s undoing me.

  “Not yet. You’re not allowed to come yet, wife.”

  “I’m so close.”

  “Not yet.” And as the words leave his lips that are just lingering by mine, our noses touching, he plunges his fingers inside me again and Oh God it feels amazing. I don’t know how many fingers he has inside me massaging my inner muscles like an instrument, but he’s touching me in places I never knew existed. My gaze collides with his as a warmth spreads like a flood throughout my body. Awareness tickles at the bottom of my spine as the first glimmers of my orgasm start to rush through my body. My groans fill the air and I’m sure at any moment we’re going to be found out. That someone will hear us, see us, and I don’t know why but that thought turns me on even more as his fingers keep up their massage.

  “You should stop.” I say between breaths, but he doesn’t he just keeps on playing with me.

  “No chance, princess. I want to make you come again.”

  “N...NoC..Char.....Charl..Charlton I can’t.” My body is too tight, too sensitive, I don’t think I can take any more.

  “I’m not ready to stop quite yet.”

  “P..Please.” I take a grip of his hand and make eye contact with him.

  Who does this guy think he is?

  He’s just played a completely new game on me.

  Made me come and now he wants to do it all over again.

  Out in the open where anyone can see us.

  “I need to go.” I say but his hold doesn’t give me up. Is he that sure of himself that he thinks he can get away with whatever he likes?

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Charlton, we should stop before we’re caught. I don’t think this is what your mother meant by being seen together.” I hate that he starts to pull away and if I have to admit it to myself I’d say I did really like what he was doing to me.

  “Come back to my flat. Hell, it will be both of ours soon enough.” I can hear myself gasping for breath while he still has a gentle hold of me. He looks like he’s getting ready to pounce on me again and I don’t know whether I want him to or not.

  “You know you want me.” He steps forward and takes a firmer grip of my arms, leaning forward so his lips are just barely touching my ears. The gentle caress of his breath down my neck sets my skin on fire, I’m a fiery inferno to his every desire it appears and I don’t want to hate myself for it.

  “You want me as much as I want you, princess.” He steps away and I feel the cold air attack my skin from the loss of his body heat. He raises his hands in surrender, stepping away from me further.

  “You don’t want me. Fine.” He starts walking backwards but his eyes never leave mine as he looks so confident, so sure of himself. Is this another game he’s playing at?

  Because if it is it’s the worst because I don’t want him to leave. I want more. I want more of him. I take a step forward and grab his hand.

  “Don’t go. Please.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Every day is a normal affair, everything in school military and precise except Charlton. I hardly get to see him anymore unless I am at his house. The days and months seemlong but the years go by far too quickly and before I know what is happening we are moving up to key stage three and four. Secondary school,but luckily enough the school is big enough and we don’t have to change schools, we can stay where we are, and I will be able to see him more. As secondary school startsmy days are filled with lots of hard work at school and lots of fun with my family and my two best friends. When we are together at their house we spend as much of our free time together as we can and that is just the way I like it but when we are at school it is all different. Charlton doesn’t come near me, he stays with his other friends. He is acting as if I’m not even there. I doubt he even knows I exist to come to that.

  “Thank fuck for that.”He launches himself on me, forcing us both back against the wall while his fingers rake through my hair, pulling at the ends, tilting my head up so he can eat at my neck. He sucks and nibbles at my skin and then he slams me against the wall again as if he doesn’t remember where we are.

  “We’re doing it right here.” He pulls away slightly and I can hear the rattle of his belt as he undoes it and then the sound of his zipper.

  “We can’t.” He places a long finger against my lips, trying to shoo away my worries.

  “We can, you just need to be quiet.”

  Oh God can I do this here?

  Out in the open where anyone could hear us, see us? The camera man. Oh God, that’s such a turn on, I want to get caught with him. I try to hide a laugh at the thought of this hitting the headlines.

  RICH NEW LOVE DOES IT IN THE STREET.

  I can just picture the look on his mother’s face, but Charlton brings me back as he pushes me against the wall. The cold wall seems to be a far contradiction to the heat that’s all around us, our bodies are starting to sweat, mixing together as we try to touch each other through our clothes. I can feel his hand undo my button, his knuckles lightly skimming over the rim of my jeans. His fingers go back to my core, stroking me, feeling the wetness he’s surrendering me too.I want to feel him. His cock is just at my entrance waiting, just waiting to take me with a brutal force that I can’t explain wanting. I can feel it pulsate with longing, tickling up and down my entrance.

  “Stop teasing Charlton.” I try and whisper and he puts his hand over my mouth, forcing my head more against the wall.

  “Shhhh.” He says and then without warning he slams into me with so much more force that he takes my breath away. His thrusts slam into me, attacking my womb, massaging my inner walls, tearing them apart with his savage attack and it’s the best thing I have ever felt. To be honest I don’t have much to go on, but this is amazing. He keeps going, taking what I have to
offer him and his lips leave my own and travel down my neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. A moan passes my lips just as I hear people walking along the main road past our little hiding spot.

  “Keep quiet.” He says into the place where my neck and shoulder meet and he lingers for just a moment before his lips form an O and then make a seal on my skin, sucking away, never losing rhythm. He continues both assaults of my body, I feel the blood rushing to the area of my neck and I’m sure he’s going to leave a hickey on me. I can feel the electrical current that surges through my blood stream straight to my clit where the pleasure just keeps building in unstoppable waves.

  “Say it.” He demands as his thrusts become harder.

  “Say what?” I manage to ask through my moans.

  “Say you’re mine.” He’s claiming what he thinks is his. Me. He is proving with every hard thrust that no matter what I now belong to him.

  There is a dirtiness to his smile as he releases that I know what he is doing.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m yours.”I can feel my whole body twisting and turning around vital organs, just waiting for a release.

  “Oh God.” I try to say through his fingers, but I know he’s heard me by his smile.

  “God’s not here, princess. It’s just me.” He winks, forcing himself deeper inside me, touching something I never knew existed and then before I can understand what is happening fireworks explode from deep within my stomach, making me shudder within the prison he’s got me caged in. I feel him shuddering too and then a grunt comes through his lips that are still attached to my skin.

  “Charlton this is so bad.”

  “And you’re loving every moment of it. You’re my little slut.” He’s right, I’m loving every moment of this, my body is an electric current just waiting for him to set me on fire again and he knows it, the bastard. I feel his lips turn up in a smile as he smiles above my skin just before stopping and looking down at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me, all the while his cock still pulsating inside me like a wild animal.

  “That was amazing.” I say and I can hear the breathlessness in my voice. My world is still on lockdown from his magical touch.

  Magical touch?

  He’s cast a magic spell over me and it seems that I am powerless to stop myself from being pulled to his power.

  What have I done? I can feel the evidence of our meeting soaking my knickers. They’re soaking. Soaking and I’m sure I can smell the evidence from here. We smell amazing.

  “Amazing.” He gives a cheeky smile before he rubs his nose against mine and then touches where his lips have just been.

  It’s such a loving gesture, if it wasn’t coming from him. If it was coming from anyone else I might be able to believe it. His hand starts travelling down my body until he gets to the top of my jeans and then he places his hand inside them down to my knickers.

  “You’re soaked.” He starts running his fingers along my folds, my core wanting to come alive again. For only him.

  What?

  He rubs his nose against mine again, his eyes looking straight into mine.

  “You could be my dirty little secret. All for me.”

  I don’t know what to say and I can’t deny how much I’mliking it. He rams a finger inside me and I moan as another joins it. He’s massaging my inner muscles again and I can feel another orgasm brewing in my stomach. Waves of pleasure crash through my body, making me feel alive for the first time in my life. I have never felt as intense as I do in this moment, it’s alien but welcome at the same time. As if he knows what’s going through my head he starts smiling to himself.

  I keep moaning, I can’t seem to control myself before he stops and pulls his fingers out of me. I watch in slow motion as he places one finger in his mouth, sucking and licking it before pulling it out again.

  “We taste good. Real good.”

  “W..W.We do?” He places his other finger to my lips, running along them in slow strokes before forcing it between them. The moment his finger enters my mouth my taste buds come alive from the taste of us. He’s right, we do taste good. We’re sweet yet musky and I start sucking his digit as he starts to moan a little.

  “We’re amazing together right?”

  Why do I feel like he’s no longer talking about the taste we make together? I guess we were pretty good a moment ago but there is no way I’m going to tell him that, he’ll get a bigger head than he already has.

  “Who do you belong too Noelle?”

  What the???

  “Excuse me?” I manage to move myself away from the wall. Why did I let him keep me tethered to him for so long?

  “You heard me, princess. You’re all mine.” He places both his hands on my face, forcing me closer to him so he can probably attack me in another show of delicious brutality. He takes complete control and as he does his cock seems to come alive again.

  “I don’t think so Charlton” I manage to say, pushing at his chest before he has no choice but to allow me to pull away from him.

  “I do and in a few more weeks the whole world will know it too.” He savages my lips again, biting and nibbling at them.

  Why does he always have to be right?

  I know he’s right, everyone will start seeing the pictures of us dating. Hell, the photographer from today is probably already looking through his shots wondering which ones to sell or not.

  He’s right, why does he always have to be right?

  If today is anything to go by this could be a lost cause. I try pulling myself away from him again and this time he actually lets me. Thank God, now I can breathe again. I feel so angry at the moment, angry and horny for more. What he did to me was amazing and I could definitely go for more but I can’t because if I do then I’m igniting the flames of his fire, he’s already too cocky for his own good. He has made me do things he has no right making me do. He’s making me feel things, this whole thing tonight has been amazing.

  Cocky bastard.

  “I’m going now Charlton.”

  “W..What? You can’t. Come back to mine. Ours, I mean.”

  Ours?

  Isn’t he going a bit too fast here?

  “Stop that, it’s not ours.”

  “Well it will be.”

  “Just stop it. Please Charlton.” I point a finger at his chest.

  “Stop it.” I turn around and start walking away from him.

  “Noelle, come back, you can’t walk home on your own.”

  “I can call Daddy’s car.”

  “Noelle, princess, come on, come back.”

  “Goodbye Charlton.” I don’t turn back to look at him, I keep walking, trying to take in as many calming breaths as I can. I’m not doing this with him. I’m not playing the game he thinks he can play with me. The only game is mine.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  We have been learning about sex education for a while now and it is as if a switch has been turned on, giving us the light of what is happening to everyone. Everywhere I look everyone else seems to be aware about the changes that are going to taking place. The boys and even Charlton often look at the pretty girls and then at each other, edging each other on to ask for a date. I feel for the first time that maybe I am starting to lose both my best friends.

  I get home far later than I would have liked. My core still aches and every time I take a step forward I can still feel him inside me.

  It was so dangerous.

  It was so dirty.

  We had sex outside, in an alleyway.

  I was a slut, but God did I enjoy it.

  Anyone could have seen or heard us, as far as I was aware the man with the camera could have been waiting for us. We could have been caught at any moment, but I loved every moment of it.I have never done anything like that before and there is something so refreshing about what we did. I feel alive and now that I am on my own again the power he enforces inside me is dwindling away to practically nothing. I am back to normal with only my memories and the feeling between
my legs to keep me company.

  But wow is it good company. The thought of going back to my flat was unwelcome and if it hadn’t been for Sammy I may have very well gone back to that alley and asked for Charlton to do it all over again.

  Ask Charlton to do it again, did I really just think that?

  Yes I did and I know that I meant every word of it.

  The rumours are true, the man is a God in the bedroom, I can’t say I got to his bedroom but even so I got to try out the goods and he was good.

  By the time I got home I felt physically and mentally worn out.

  What has he done to me and why do I like it so much?

  Because he knows exactly what to do to me. Sammy looks at me as if I am a stranger the moment I walk through the front door, it is as if he knows I have done something I shouldn’t have. I have though, and the truth comes crashing through me like the tide. I slept with the enemy, I may have known him when we were children, but that child has grown up and is now gone and I don’t know who he is any more. He hurt me, is there a chance he is still that boy?

  I don’t know.

  I don’t know if I even want to find out. Maybe my memories of a perfectly out of character night will be enough for me. It will have to be because it is unlikely that it will ever happen again.

  It will never happen again. I won’t let it, I can’t. He won’t want to and I sure won’t, even if he has a magic stick between his legs.

  It will never be the same as tonight, tonight was amazing and a one off. If I am being honest yes I would love to sleep with him again. I mean who wouldn’t the man is amazing. He knows just the right way to touch me, but it was a one off. He was showing off, it is highly unlikely that it would be like that again. If we do, do anything I am more than likely going to end up being hurt like the last time.

  I don’t want to do that to myself again.

  I let Sammy out to do his business and I get ready for bed. With each touch of my skin as I change I remember every touch he bestowed upon me. The breeze through the open door could be his breath and it leaves my neck alive with wanton energy. I shake my head, just trying to feel somewhat normal again but it is impossible as his memory sticks on me like a glove. I call Sammy back into the flat and once he is settled I close the door and go to bed. Sammy follows and as soon as the covers are around me my bed dips with the weight of Sammy as he rests by the side of me. My fingers find his soft fur and before long I can hear him gently snoring, but as much as I try I can’t go to sleep myself. When it is time to get up I feel as bad as I did the night before. I don’t know what to do for the best. The only thing I do know for certain is that Charlton will become my husband whether I want him to or not and I have to make sure he wants to cancel. If he is to perform as well as he did last night, then a lifetime with him could be quite pleasurable but there is no way I want to go down that road.