G Is for Games

by Alison Tyler

  Dipping her fingers deeply, she coated them in her juices and spread the smooth essence of her arousal on Jesse’s lips. Licking the sweetness, he closed his eyes and savored the moment.

  Distracted, he didn’t notice Neil pressing against his ring, until Neil’s glans had slipped inside him. A moment passed, and he felt a curious stretching sensation as Neil’s cock completely penetrated his ass. Gritting his teeth, he waited for the pain, but there wasn’t much. As Neil moved within him, Jesse’s fists gripped the sheets and he followed his lover’s rhythm. Within moments, they were working together in a steady thrust, then withdrawal.

  Rhiannon watched as her lover’s ass was fucked swift and hard. Her favorite fantasy was playing out before her eyes. Some night soon, she knew her own butt would open for Jesse’s cock. Until then, she planned to enjoy watching Jesse being ass-fucked.

  Thrusting two fingers deep into her pussy, she used her other hand to play with her clit. Both hands soon grew wet with her juices as she fucked herself into another orgasm. Trembling and crying when her climax eventually arrived, she collapsed beside Jesse as his howls of pleasure filled the room.

  Clenching at each of Neil’s thrusts, Jesse ground his hips against the soft sheets. His cock steadily leaked pre-come and his balls tightened. Jesse knew it was all about to end. He was about to orgasm with a man’s cock sawing in and out of his ass. With each thrust, his erection rubbed against the soft sheets. With each withdrawal, his ass begged for more.

  Thrust and withdrawal, grind and clench. Over and over, the two lovers worked against, then with each other, drawing both of them closer to the inevitable.

  Animalistic grunts echoed off the walls, but Jesse was too far gone to notice the sounds were coming from his own mouth.

  His ass begged for each hard thrust and his cock pulsed with need. Balls tight, he ground his hips against the sheets as Neil pushed deep inside him. Clenching his lover tightly, he locked his legs and jerked against the sheets. Weird sensations wracked his body as he climaxed. Hot, sticky squirts shot from his throbbing flesh, creating a warm, tacky pool on the bed. Convulsing with each spurt of his orgasm, he clenched tighter, pulling Neil into the vortex.

  Closing his eyes, Jesse arched against Neil as his new lover pounded into him. Within moments, Neil’s slight weight collapsed onto Jesse’s back. Vaguely, Jesse heard Rhiannon gasp as she climaxed a third time. All that mattered was the steadily softening cock in his ass, the weight of a man lying on him, and the come leaking from his own cock.

  With a soft sigh, he shifted, forcing Neil to roll off. With sleepy eyes, he watched as Neil pulled the latex from his cock and tossed it in the trash. Jesse slid toward Rhiannon, making room for Neil on the bed. Pressing his face against Ria’s moist flesh, Jesse took a deep breath as he struggled to bring sanity to a world made up entirely of tingling nerves.

  “Mmmmm,” he managed, as Rhiannon nuzzled her pussy against his lips.

  Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it as she ground against him. Her fingers occasionally brushed against his forehead. As he gradually collected his thoughts, his limbs still deliciously lethargic, Jesse rolled over just enough for Ria to mount his face and grind herself to another screaming orgasm.

  The bed dipped as Neil settled beside him, and Jesse shifted in response, spooning with his new lover. Within moments, Rhiannon had joined them, snuggling her back against Jesse’s chest.

  Lying there, the three held each other as they adjusted to the changes one night had caused. Jesse wasn’t certain how Neil was going to fit into their relationship, but the fact Rhiannon had chosen him, instead of any number of bi and gay men she knew, spoke volumes. He knew Rhiannon had been attracted to her editor since day one and that, despite their attraction, they had become good friends.

  Jesse felt Neil smile against his neck, but he wasn’t quite sure why.

  Rhiannon yawned, her body humming with contentment. Remembering the bet with Neil that started it all, she couldn’t help but smile. She could never have guessed her pool lessons with Neil would pay off so well. As her eyes drifted shut, images of the future filled her mind. She knew that soon Neil would demand her ass, as well as Jesse’s, preferably while bent over the pool table—as per their agreement at the beginning of her tutorial in the sport. She had the distinct feeling Jesse was going to enjoy everything she and Neil had planned for him.

  BROOKE STERN

  UNFINISHED BUSINESS

  GOING TO TRADE SHOWS had never been Alex’s thing. He looked around the convention hall. They all looked the same. He was tempted to turn around, go back to his hotel room, and read a book or something, but then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

  “Remember me?”

  She was stunning. Short blonde hair, fashionable black suit, crisp white blouse buttoned up to her neck. She didn’t look like anyone else there. At shows like this, the buyers tended to be older men and the vendors’ booths were fronted by cute young women for the buyers to ogle. What this arrangement lacked in dignity it made up for in efficacy, and Alex had become accustomed to it by now. He always wondered if there was some rent-a-model temp agency that the vendors used to staff their booths. While unbearably cute, these girls were all too young and insubstantial for him.

  The woman standing before him, however, was a bit older and more sophisticated. He had thought she looked familiar but had dismissed the possibility that he knew her as wishful thinking. Yet here she was, smiling knowingly while she awaited his answer. Alex had the horrible feeling that she was about to get the best of him. He tried to place her but failed. He was confident that he would remember if any of his professional connections looked like her. Blonde hair. He had never even been on a date with a blonde. Cute smile and eyes that looked at him with encouragement.

  “Are you a movie star? Because I don’t get to the movies much.” As soon as he said it, Alex regretted making it into a game. “Come on, Alex. You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m the one who asked for it.”

  Shit. Sarah. Dyed hair. New clothes. A year older. Not bent over his lap with her panties around her ankles.

  “Oh, my God. Sarah. It’s so good to see you.” He tried to cover his embarrassment with enthusiasm.

  “Yeah, you too, Alex.”

  Awkward pause.

  “So how have you been?”

  “Fine. You?”

  “Good. Good.”

  Whatever. They looked at each other blankly for a moment before Alex couldn’t help but ask what was really on his mind.

  “Aren’t you mad at me?”

  “Why should I be?”

  “You tell me. I never understood why you left.”

  “Jesus, Alex. It wasn’t any big deal. I just had to go, that’s all. It freaked me out a little, but it’s not like there was anything wrong with it.” That wasn’t how Alex remembered it. He remembered the drink, the flirting, the coy spanking references, and then he remembered more drinks, more flirting, and more spanking references, until they finally ended up in his hotel room, ready to realize their fantasies. But he also remembered her storming out, barely taking the time to pull up her panties, let alone offer an explanation.

  Standing before him now, Sarah resembled Ms. Model Citizen. She gave the impression that she couldn’t have been pried out of her buttoned-up suit by Casanova with a roofie. Her prim composure looked impenetrable. It was the kind of façade that made Alex sure of two things: first, that he would give anything to spank the look of aloof indifference off her face; and, second, that she would never in a million years consent to anything of the sort. He stared at her and wondered how this could be the same woman who had been more than willing, who had even proposed it, only to abandon it abruptly for no perceptible reason.

  But it was definitely the same woman. The woman who stood before him possessed the ass that he had fantasized about almost every day for a year. Behind the fragile beauty of that face—porcelain-like in color and, Alex imagined, porcelain-like in delicacy—lurke
d the same unforgivable thoughts, appetites, and needs that burned inside him. Which could only mean one thing: that she would want it again this year. Appetites like that don’t go away.

  “Come with me,” Alex said, made bold by the realization. “We can finish what we started.”

  “I have a meeting in an hour. How about tomorrow night after the reception?”

  It changed from an impulse to a premeditated crime. He worried that she would lose her nerve, but he accepted her invitation.

  “See you there.”

  The next night at the reception, Sarah saw Alex from across the room and surprised him again.

  “Don’t I know you?”

  “You look familiar,” Alex replied.

  “Maybe you saw me in the 2004 romantic comedy Drinking Alone at a Hotel Bar.”

  This game again? Alex played along.

  “Weren’t you also in The Amazing Disappearing Woman?”

  “That wasn’t one of my better roles.”

  “I’ve been hoping you would do something new.”

  “Oh, yeah? Any ideas?”

  “How about Unfinished Business?”

  “What’s my role?”

  “Just be yourself. You’ll be fine.”

  “When does shooting start?”

  “After this thing ends. Room eight-seven-three. Let yourself in.”

  Alex offered her his card key and knew the whole game rested on her response. She took it, turned, and walked away without looking at him. It was a small thing that meant a lot.

  The game had worked. It got them where they needed to go, but Alex found the playfulness incongruent with what he was feeling. Was she making it into some funny director-actress game because she was nervous, or was she trying to duck the truth about her running away? Was their gamesmanship a way to ease them into an intense encounter with their secrets, or was it a way to avoid facing them head-on?

  The truth was that he still burned from their last encounter. He had spent a year wondering if he had done something terribly wrong. When she cut it short and ran out of his room, she had suddenly seemed erratic, dangerous even. He had worried about what she might do. He had even worried that he might make the same mistake—whatever it was—with other women. Since that night, whenever he was with a woman and remembered how things had gone so badly so fast, he became perceptibly more timid. As much as he fantasized about Sarah, he also resented her, wanting to continue the spanking, only this time he was motivated by a feeling of having really been wronged. Where the original spanking was to fulfill a mutual desire, this one would be to actually punish her for how she had made him feel.

  The paradox in punishing a bad behavior by fulfilling a lifelong desire wasn’t lost on Alex. But in the deep, sometimes backward, emotional logic of adult, erotic discipline, it made sense. He also understood that the intense, messed-up logic of it might be the very thing that drove her off. It was scary. They were doing something of significance.

  Her reluctance to trust a stranger was pitted against her strongest desire; her autonomy was pitted against her hunger to submit, and the need she felt for an intense experience was pitted against her fear of vulnerability and shame. Of course she felt conflicted about what she was doing. Who wouldn’t? Last year, she had balked at giving up all control, not only the control over the punishment but also the control she normally exerted over her own emotions. Giving up these controls had triggered some alarm deep inside her. The panic had surprised her as much as it had surprised Alex. Even more surprising to her was that when she tried to bury the panic, her famous self-control had abandoned her and she had just made it out the door before she lost it completely, crying the whole elevator ride back to her room and for much of the next year.

  Alex didn’t know that Sarah, too, hoped to exorcise some demons that had haunted her ever since. All he knew was that this time it would be different.

  Using his card key and letting herself in meant she was doing it of her own accord. She stood outside the door, screwing up her courage and wondering what it meant that she was doing this. What would it mean if she went through with it this time? What would it mean if she didn’t?

  Alex had been right: there was something that needed finishing. She slid the card key in the slot and stared at the green light before forcing herself to turn the handle.

  Alex sat at the desk across the room. It felt like forever before he looked up.

  “Hi. I was told that you were looking for an actress for your film.”

  Her voice revealed more uncertainty than before. Was this the right thing to say? Was this game going to continue? Alex hadn’t expected it to. He had expected contrition, some real acknowledgment of what had happened. He considered demanding that she apologize, but it occurred to him that playing along might be the quickest way to get there.

  “Are you here to audition?”

  “Yeah. I guess.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Sarah Miller.”

  “What role are you auditioning for?”

  “For the girl?”

  “Which girl?”

  “You know. The girl who…”

  Her voice gave way on her, and Alex let her stand awkwardly with the silence for a moment.

  “Yes? The girl who.?”

  “The girl who has come back.”

  “Come back, Sarah? I don’t understand.”

  According to the rules of this game, he could play dumb and make her explain.

  “I’m the girl with unfinished business.”

  “That’s pretty vague. What business?”

  “I’m the girl who wanted to be with a man, but then got scared and left.”

  “And now you’ve come back?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you scared?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you scared of?”

  “Myself.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, Alex. I’m just scared. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  “I think you’re too scared for the role, Sarah.”

  “No, Alex. Stop doing this. It’s not funny anymore.”

  “It’s your game, Sarah. I don’t even know if you want to be real.”

  “I want to be real. I do.”

  “Then tell me why you’re here.”

  “I can’t talk about it, Alex. Just do it to me. Please just do it to me.”

  “Just do what, Sarah?”

  Silence. The rules of the game were very strict. It was her move. Alex couldn’t move for her.

  “Say it, Sarah, or I can’t help you.”

  “Spank me.”

  He was testing her, seeing if she would let it play out. If she was going to run, she would do so now. He watched and waited, still behind the desk, using all his strength to remain still and look at her. The truth was, he would have lacked this control if it weren’t for the game they had slipped into. Without the game, he would have comforted her, not driven her harder. In the game, though, he could watch, impassive, as the battle waged inside her.

  Then she ran, but not toward the door. No, she ran to him. He stood up and caught her in his arms, enveloping her as she collapsed on him and sobbed into his chest. It was a year’s worth of tears that had only just begun.

  “There, there, honey. Just so you know what kind of movie this is. Now I’d like you to read a scene with me. Come on, sweetheart. Get ahold of yourself.”

  It was hard for Sarah to stop crying when she felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into the place that terrified her. She held on to Alex, looking up at him through teary eyes. Could she let herself go so completely with him? He cradled her head in his hand and stroked her hair. It was a gesture that made her feel safe.

  “We’re going to do the spanking scene. We’ll start after you’ve arrived. You’ve come back to be punished for running away from the hero. You know that he’s glad to have you back, but you also know that you have to face the consequences of the damage you’ve
done. He holds you in his arms as you cry, overcome by regret and fear. How you wish you had never left him, and how you wish you didn’t have to get your spanking! You’re sorry, but he can only forgive you if he gets to show you how much it hurt. What you’ve done has torn him up, and now he needs to make you endure the pain that you put him through. Can you understand that, Sarah?”

  “Yes.”

  “He’s going to make you take off your skirt and pull down your panties. Then he’ll bend you over his lap and spank your bare bottom until your tears are all cried out. He knows that you ran away because you were scared that you couldn’t take it. This time, you’ll want to run away, but you won’t be able to. He’ll show you that you can take so much more than you think. He’ll make you take it, Sarah. No matter how many times you give up or beg or resist, he’ll make you take it.” “But I’m sorry, Alex. I’m so, so sorry. It can’t be that harsh. I won’t make it. I won’t be able to. It’ll be like last year. I don’t want to fail again. I don’t want to disappoint you again. Please don’t make it so bad. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. I really do.”

  “Take off your skirt, Sarah, and pull down your panties. It’s time for your spanking.”

  “But please, Alex. I was so happy to see you. Let’s make it a happy day. Let’s not ruin it.”

  “I’m not ruining it, Sarah. I’m saving it. I’m saving it from what you did last year.”

  “But why would I come back if it was going to hurt so much?” “I don’t know, Sarah. It’s your character. You tell me.”

  “She wants to close that chapter. She wants to put the unfinished business behind her. But why can’t he just understand how hard it is for her?”

  “I think she needs more than understanding. If understanding were all she needed, she wouldn’t be here. You need to be more honest about these things, Sarah. Your case for leniency is unconvincing. In fact, I’m not sure you know your character at all.”

  “I know she doesn’t want to get the spanking you described. It’s more than anyone could want.”