G Is for Games

by Alison Tyler

  “Want some, Angel?” she asked, collapsing on the pillows on Angel’s left side, turning my lover into a “person sandwich” with Tess and me the bread.

  “Naw, I’m saving my voice.”

  “Katrina?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  Marijuana goes to my head quickly, especially when I’m drinking, so I only took one hit. But Tessa apparently had been smoking in the bedroom before coming out. She was flying, and while I lit up, she leaned seductively against Angel and said, “You have the most beautiful eyes, Angel. You know it?”

  Angel tried to brush her off nicely by saying, “Deleen’s the one with the killer eyes.” Angel turned to me. “Did you know that Del’s eyes have no color?”

  I was more stoned than I’d thought, because this statement tripped a string of bizarre images in my mind. “What do you mean?” I finally managed to ask.

  “They’re almost perfectly clear. She usually wears shades or colored lenses to hide them. Del!”

  Deleen looked over from her lazy-lioness position in the hammock chair.

  “What’s up?” She was gone, too.

  “Come show Kat your eyes.”

  “Send the kitty over here.”

  I got up, also a bit unbalanced, and wove my way to Deleen’s corner. She turned a floor lamp around so that the light shone directly in her eyes, and I drew in my breath. They were like glass, perfectly clear irises with liquid black pupils in the center.

  Deleen smiled at me and said, “I always wear contacts for public appearances. I wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”

  She put her hand out to steady me. I’d been rocking in place, and her fingers were like flames licking at my skin. Startled, I stumbled back to the pillow corner. Tessa was now in Angel’s lap, her dress hiked up to her thighs exposing the purple ribbons of her garters as she straddled my lover. Angel didn’t seem uncomfortable, but I could tell she was humoring Tess.

  “You don’t mind, do you, Katrina?” Tessa grinned at me. “Angel has the most inviting body. I wanted to be closer to it.”

  “Go ahead,” I said magnanimously as I leaned against the wall, letting it support me as I slid to a sitting position. “Do what you have to.” I wanted to see how far Angel would take it, wanted to know what I’d be in store for in the future. At the moment, she seemed to be letting Tessa call the shots.

  Deleen got up to open another bottle of champagne, and I saw a frown on her painted lips.

  “What are you up to, Tess?” she asked, her buzz obviously worn off. Deleen’s demeanor surprised me, considering how she’d flirted with me when we’d met.

  “Just goin’ for a ride,” Tessa slurred, leaving no doubts that Angel was to be her horse.

  Deleen clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and then sat down on the nearest sofa, forcing Arianna and Sara to move aside. They protested for a second before resuming their positions: Sara had undone Arianna’s leather pants and was very quietly sucking on the strap-on dildo that Arianna wore in a harness. The darkness of the room had concealed their activity, but they didn’t seem to mind being revealed. Arianna’s moans and Sara’s kittenlike suckling noises testified to that.

  “What is it with you, Tessa?” Deleen’s voice was very softly menacing. “It’s been three hours since you last came—is that too long for you?” Tessa looked at Deleen through clouded eyes. “I’m just entertaining our guests, Del,” she said.

  “Uh-uh, baby, I’m not going to play that game.” Deleen slid her hand through her silvery hair, apparently trying to calm herself down. Deleen’s hair is completely gray and has been since her teens. She wears it combed off her forehead, and it falls like an old lion’s mane straight down her back. “Get your little ass over here.”

  Tessa stood up quickly, a worried look replacing the lecherous one she’d worn only a second earlier.

  “Now,” Deleen ordered, when she saw Tessa hesitate.

  Angel watched the whole scene with her features set. She appeared emotionless, a statue, but I could tell she was getting turned on. I was already able to read her expressions, the slight wrinkle in her brow or tightening of her jaw. I settled against her, and she put an arm around me, gently turning my face to kiss my lips.

  Tessa cautiously walked the rest of the way over to Deleen, as if condemned. As soon as Tess was in reaching distance, Deleen grabbed hold of her waist and threw Tessa over her lap. Tess struggled, realizing suddenly what her Mistress meant to do, but Deleen held her firmly, scissoring one leg over Tessa’s two squirming ones to keep her in place. Deleen lifted Tessa’s dress by the hem, pulling it up to reveal a lavender lace G-string and matching garter belt.

  “Katrina, would you mind bringing me my Harley gloves?” Deleen asked me, her voice unreadable except for the power in it, the command. “They’re on the table in the entryway.”

  I looked at Angel to see if I should, but all she said was, “Go ahead, Kit-Kat. It’s Del’s party.”

  When I stood up, Deleen added, “Oh, and get me some K-Y, too, won’t you? It’s in the bathroom cabinet—the one in the hall.” My heart racing, I left the room, gathered the tube of gel and the leather gloves, and walked back to Deleen, who still held the upended Tessa over her knees.

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” Deleen said as I handed her the items. I turned to sit down next to my Mistress again, feeling weak and confused. Angel pulled me to her, positioning me between her legs so that I could feel the wetness that pulsed through her jeans.

  Deleen slipped Tessa’s G-string down her thighs, but left the garter and hose in place.

  “Better calm down, Tess,” her voice was hypnotic, and I realized suddenly that everyone in the room had turned to see what was going on. Sara and Arianna, after struggling into semi-upright positions, were watching intently. Liz and Beauty, who’d been up to something on their own plush sofa, were now mellowly regarding Tessa, Beauty softly explaining to Liz how Tess and Del’s relationship worked. I heard Beauty say, “Don’t worry, Lizzie, it’s just how it is.”

  Deleen had her worn leather gloves on, and she squeezed a generous supply of the jelly onto one finger and then spread Tessa’s asscheeks with the other hand. Tessa continued to fight, but her slight frame was no match for Deleen’s more powerful build.

  “I said calm down, Tessa.”

  Although Deleen hadn’t raised her voice, there was a note of danger in it, one that made me sure that if I were in Tessa’s position, I would be still. Tess must have sensed it, too, for she was suddenly quiet, yet I could tell her muscles were tensed to escape if Deleen gave her the chance.

  “Tessa wants to come,” Deleen said, addressing the rest of us as a group for the first time. “She has an insatiable appetite.” As she spoke, she worked the K-Y around and into Tessa’s asshole. When she slipped a gloved finger inside her naughty lover, Tessa started to protest again. Deleen put her lips close to Tessa’s ear, but we all heard her hiss, “Once more, baby, and I’ll get the studded gloves.”

  Now Deleen had two fingers inside her and moved them in and out with increasing speed. She used her thumb on Tessa’s clitoris, and Tess moaned, an obvious sound of pleasure that set off titters from Liz and Sara.

  “Like that, don’t you?” my Mistress whispered to me, and I nodded, leaning against her, feeling the hard synthetic cock that she was packing beneath the soft denim. Angel put both arms around me protectively as we continued to watch Deleen’s progress with Tessa. Del was making her come slowly—bringing Tessa close to climax, then teasing her down. When Del had forced three fingers into Tessa’s asshole, Tess started to move against her Mistress, fucking Deleen’s gloved hand, working her body on it, but Del would have none of that.

  “Tessa, don’t,” she said, a warning in her voice. It was obvious that Deleen did not want her lover to take any form of control, and I could tell that it took every ounce of Tessa’s strength for her to follow this command.

  “I’ll make you come in my own sweet time,” Deleen promised, bef
ore turning her attention to me. “Katrina? Tess was…” she cleared her throat before saying, “riding your property. Would you like to be the one to punish her?” She paused to look at me before continuing. “Because as soon as she comes, she’s going to need to be disciplined.” The blood drained from my cheeks, and I turned immediately to Angel for help, but my Mistress shook her head, leaving the decision up to me, testing me, I thought. Flashes of conversations with Melanie replayed themselves in my head. “Leather,” she’d said. “Bondage and dominance. Sex games. Wild, wild parties.”

  “I couldn’t,” I whispered.

  “Another time,” Deleen said, letting me off with a reassuring smile. Then in a completely different voice, a darker voice, “Did you hear me, Tess? You’d better try to slow it down, because I’m going to spank your little bottom as soon as you come.”

  Tessa started crying, and I knew it was because she was close to orgasm. And because, humiliating though it might be to come in front of everyone, being spanked would be worse. Deleen continued finger-fucking her asshole and stroking her clit. I noticed how gently she stroked Tessa there, and understood that Beauty was right, that despite what Deleen had said, this was a game, with Tessa a willing player.

  And then, with everyone’s attention focused on her, Tessa flushed, closed her eyes tightly, and let her body finally respond to Deleen’s attention. She arched her back, tense with concentration, and came in a series of powerful shivers, electricity running through her body.

  The room seemed lit by her energy, a shower of metallic sparks, alien green and copper, vibrating in the air. She was truly stripped, as if Deleen had peeled her layer by layer, leaving a nude and shimmering soul for us to see.

  How awesome it must feel to be that free.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  CALLED “A TROLLOP WITH A LAPTOP” by East Bay Express, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Ms. Tyler is the author J of more than twenty explicit novels, including Learning to Love It, Strictly Confidential, Sweet Thing, Sticky Fingers, and Something About Workmen (all published by Black Lace), as well as Rumors, Tiffany Twisted, and With or Without You (Cheek). Her novels and short stories have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, and Spanish.

  Ms. Tyler’s short stories in multiple genres have appeared in many anthologies as well as in Playgirl magazine and Penthouse Variations.

  She is the editor of Batteries Not Included (Diva); Heat Wave, Best Bondage Erotica volumes 1 & 2, The Merry XXXmas Book of Erotica, Luscious, Red Hot Erotica, Slave to Love, Three-Way, Happy Birthday Erotica, Caught Looking (with Rachel Kramer Bussel), and Got a Minute? (all from Cleis Press); Naughty Fairy Tales from A to Z (Plume); and the Naughty Stories from A to Z series, the Down & Dirty series, Naked Erotica, and Juicy Erotica (all from Pretty Things Press). Please visit www.prettythingspress.com or www.alisontyler.blogspot.com.