by S. M. Shade
“Sure, why not?” I can’t keep the smile from my face. I rock at Skee Ball. It’s like a damn superpower. I can’t miss.
His lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “Oh, Hen, you screwed up now. I could watch you blow me for hours.”
I could too, but I have much better plans in mind for him. “You’re up first. I want you to think you at least have a chance.”
Laughing, he plunks in the quarters and nine balls roll into the slot. “No cheating,” he warns with a grin, and I step back, holding up my palms.
I snort when the first ball falls into the ten point ring.
“I’m just warming up,” he grumbles. He actually does pretty well after that, hitting the fifty pointer a couple of times, and even one of the one hundred point rings once. When he steps back and smirks at me, his final score is four hundred fifty.
Stepping aside, he pokes his tongue into his cheek, and grins. He’s real sure about that blowjob. I almost feel bad. Almost. The truth is I’ve played this game so much it’s not even a challenge anymore. I can hit the one hundred point ring every time. Granted, it’s a skill I haven’t found much use for… until now.
I shove in the quarters and grab the first ball. “Should I make this quick, or would you rather I draw it out?”
“Your mouth is writing checks your ass is going to cash,” he warns, trying not to grin.
We’ll see about that. I decide to screw with him. I only need four hundred sixty points to beat him, so I have four balls I can waste. I purposely roll the first one too slow, and it falls into the slot at the bottom. No points. Pretending to be frustrated, I chuck the next one way too hard and it bounces off the top, falling into the ten point hole.
Yeah, just keep smirking, buddy. The next ball goes into the ten point hole again, and he looks almost giddy with excitement. “Ready to back out yet?” he taunts.
“Actually, I was thinking we should raise the stakes. The loser has to be a slave in and out of the bedroom.”
“You’re on. I had no idea you were so determined to be submissive.”
“No worries, I’m just going to hit the hundred pointer with the rest.”
“Okay,” he snorts, crossing his arms. God, he looks sexy as hell. I’m tempted to let him win because the thought of him bossing me around actually sounds sexy as fuck, but my competitive nature just won’t let me do it.
I angle my hand and throw the fourth ball, watching it roll and jump smoothly into that corner one hundred ring. Without looking at him, I quickly do the same with the fifth and six. I can’t help taking a peek at him when I grab the seventh ball.
The corner of his mouth is tucked in and he’s glaring at me. Awesome. Ball seven easily finds its way to the one hundred ring, and I turn to grin at him. “You had four-fifty, right?” I ask innocently. “So, I need forty more points to win.”
I decide to give him one last sliver of hope and toss the next ball into the thirty point ring, tying the game. His hot body presses against my back as I prepare to toss the final ball, and I feel his tongue on my neck, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. Dirty cheater.
“That feel good?” he asks in a low voice, pressing his crotch into my ass.
“Mmm hmm. You realize we’re in a family fun center.” He’s practically humping me.
“I’m more concerned with your fun center.”
Before he can mess me up, I chuck the ball, then turn and throw my arms around his neck. I don’t even have to look to know it fell in the one hundred ring. Dark eyes burn into mine. “You hustled me.”
“By telling you over and over I was going to win?” I reach into my pocket, then ball up my hand and hold it out as if I want to give him something. On instinct, he opens his hand, and I pretend to drop something into it.
“What the hell was that?”
“Your ass. I told you it was going to be handed to you.”
His hands grip my jaw and I’m shocked by the intensity of his gaze. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”
My voice comes out in a whisper. “Me kicking your ass?”
“Just you, being your smartass, funny self.” Soft lips take mine in a gentle kiss that feels way too intimate. “I missed you, Hen.”
I don’t have a response for that. I don’t want to get too serious or discuss our past when we only have a couple more days together. “Let’s go get that ice cream,” he says, stepping back to grab my hand.
On the way to the ice cream shop, I spot a custom T-shirt store and drag Davis inside. The young guy working gives me a strange look, but proceeds to airbrush the shirts as I specified. “Okay, I get the llama shirt. You’re an evil little thing, but why did you have a shirt made with a dolphin?” Davis asks as we leave.
“You’ll see.”
We get waffle cones at the ice cream shop across the street and walk around the town a bit before heading back to the house. After sharing a long, hot shower, in which I gave him that blowjob he was so desperately wanting, we go to bed where he returns the favor. This time when he slides inside me, it’s different. Slow and gentle and heartbreakingly sweet. He makes love to me as if there’s nothing else he’d ever want to do.
When he falls asleep with me cuddled in his arms, I lie awake, staring at the ceiling and trying to make sense of the emotions churning inside me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We’re just supposed to fuck around, then say goodbye and go our separate ways when the week is over. No regrets and no strings. God, there are strings and they’re wrapped around my heart, trying to yank it out of my chest at the thought of going home and not seeing him again.
There’s no point in dwelling on it. We live in different states and have our own lives to lead. Even if he agreed to something more, I don’t think I could trust him not to change his mind and leave. He said he loved me before and didn’t hesitate to run. Maybe I’m judging him too harshly for something that happened when we were kids.
Forcing my eyes closed, I try to block out the warring voices in my head. I don’t want to ruin the time we have left, and tomorrow should be a lot of fun. I fully intend to spend a large chunk of the day in bed, but I’m also looking forward to seeing just how far I can push him. Will he really obey my every command?
***
The smell of bacon wakes me the next morning. When I drag my eyes open, Davis stands in front of me with a tray full of food. “Just thought I’d get a head start on the whole slave thing today.”
God, I love that crooked smile. “Such a good minion,” I tease, sitting up.
“Minion?”
“Would you prefer servant? Serf? Lackey?”
“Minion it is,” he growls, placing the tray full of food between us on the bed. “So, plans for the day?”
“Before or after you pleasure me countless times?”
“In between.”
“There’s a bonfire party on the beach this evening for all the guests, since the wedding party members will be at the rehearsal dinner.”
“Want to go get some alcohol?”
“Of course.”
Both smiling, we look at each other, and I feel that little ache that’s starting to become familiar. Sitting here having breakfast together just feels so damn domestic, so… right. I need a distraction. “Get naked.”
His fork stops halfway to his mouth. “Excuse me.”
“Get naked so I have something pretty to look at while we eat.”
“Pretty?!”
“Sexy,” I correct, and he cracks a smile, stripping out of his clothes.
“Hope I don’t spill hot coffee on myself.”
“You’ll be all right,” I giggle as he sits his bare ass back on the bed. Damn, he’s a distraction all right. No matter how bad my heart is going to be torn out, it’s worth it.
“I could damage parts of my body you’ve expressed appreciation for.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of pointing at me.” I nod at his cock that’s growing bigger by the second.
Davis shrugs. “I’m
naked in bed with you. He’s got a mind of his own.”
I’m done eating. Reaching between his legs, I run my fingers down the silky skin. “Maybe we should show the poor thing some attention.”
“If that’s your command, my liege.”
“My command, huh? I command you to bend me over the bed and fuck me good.”
His gaze instantly heats, and I’m jerked down the bed, my clothes yanked off in seconds. He grabs my ankles and pulls them apart, making me stumble a little. His warm hands feel huge as they settle on my hips. I brace myself for the burn of him entering me with no foreplay, and a shocked gasp escapes my lips when his tongue slips between my folds.
Holy fuck! I’ve never been eaten from behind like this, and the man is damn good at it. His fingers slide inside me, teasing with slow thrusts as his mouth continues to torture me in the best way. “Fuck, Davis, yes, God, your mouth,” I babble, drowning in pleasure. I’m right on the edge when he stops, and I groan in frustration.
“Just waiting on instructions, my queen.” The mischievous smile on his face when I look back at him does nothing to quell the lust in his gaze.
“Fuck me!”
The condom is rolled on in record time, and his hands grip my hips hard as he slams into me with no warning. There’s no buildup or pause after he sinks deep. He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I vaguely register the sound of the bed scraping across the wooden floor. He fucks me. It’s rough and ruthless and demanding. My hands fist the blankets, my feet hovering a few inches off the ground as he takes me harder than I’ve ever experienced, and I fucking love it.
My ass stings when his palm strikes one cheek and then the other, making me cry out. An unexpected orgasm rages through me with no warning, and I barely recognize my own voice when I babble an incoherent form of his name.
I hear him come, that mix of a groan and growl that’s so fucking sexy, then his body drapes over mine. We’re soaked in sweat, and my back sticks to his chest as he brushes the hair off my neck and replaces it with his lips, still breathing hard. “Any further orders?” he murmurs.
I know without looking there’s a smirk on his face. Any illusions I had of being in charge during sex are long gone. I can insist on whatever, but he’s going to take charge and own my ass just like that. But it’s not like I’m complaining.
“You might have to carry me around today. Not sure I can walk.”
Chuckling, he kisses my ear and pulls out of me, walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. My legs shake when I stand and grab his shirt, pulling it over my head. I have my panties and shorts on when he emerges from the bathroom.
“Going somewhere?” Self-satisfaction is written all over his face. He thinks he’s won, but I have plenty in store for my minion today.
“I’m going to take a shower and try to appease my angry vagina.”
“She’s angry?” He laughs and pulls clean clothes out of the dresser.
“Livid is more like it. She really doesn’t like you.”
His arms wrap around me, his chin resting on my head. “That’s too bad. I’m pretty fond of her. But, as long as you like me, I can deal.”
Oh, I like him way, way too much.
When I let myself in our room, Lydia stands at the mirror, fixing her hair. “Hey, what are you doing today?”
Lydia shrugs. “Drinking and avoiding people.”
I know how she feels. After the bachelorette and bachelor parties, I’m sure my name is on multiple shit lists. “The wedding is tomorrow, then we can get out of here,” I assure her, and that unwelcome weight is back in my chest at the thought of leaving. “I need to make another trip to Scarlet Toys. Want to go with?”
“Oh hell, what are you planning now?”
“This revenge is years in the making, girl. Davis lost a bet and now he’s my slave for the day. I need some torture items.”
A smile brightens her eyes. “Make him wear vibrating underwear. You can fuck with him all day.”
“They make those for men?” I laugh, loving the idea.
“I saw them last time we were there while you were busy getting molested by Kasha and her big blow-up dick.”
“You’re an evil genius. Kasha must be rubbing off on you.”
“I’m not the only one,” she snorts, picking up the T-shirt I had made. On the front is a cartoon llama with a ball gag in its mouth, its eyes bulging comically. “Yama! Yama!” is printed in a bubble above its head. When she spins it around, the back reads #YAMA.
Kasha bursts through the door, her hair a mess, wearing the same wrinkled clothes she had on last night. Her gaze lands on the shirt and she cracks up. “What do you plan to do with it?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it.”
“Let me wear it to the bonfire party tonight.”
“I thought you were going to the rehearsal dinner.” I toss her the shirt.
“I’ll meet you at the beach after.” She crawls onto the bed. “Right now, I need a nap. Roman is wearing me out. The man’s relentless.”
Lydia laughs. “Henley is walking funny, too. You two have turned this week into a fuckfest.”
“Don’t forget there’s a luncheon today for all the guests to mingle,” Kasha says, rolling her eyes.
Lydia’s gaze locks with mine and we both laugh. “I’ll liven it up. Just keep an eye on Davis,” I tell her.
***
Lydia and I return from Scarlet Toys and I can’t wipe the smile from my face. On top of the vibrating boxer briefs, I bought a huge strap on, just to scare the hell out of him. Tonight is going to be fun.
I text Davis that I want to meet in his room before the luncheon, and by the grin on his face he thinks I asked him there for sex. Well, he’s not far off.
A black tailored suit is laid out on the bed. “Figured I’d wait for you. No reason to get dressed twice.” His dark eyes run up and down my body, taking in my little black cocktail dress. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. I brought you something,” I tease, swinging the bag as I approach him.
His hands run up and down my sides. “Yeah?”
“First, here’s your shirt. You have to wear it to the bonfire tonight.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “The dolphin shirt? You want me to wear a powder blue shirt with a dolphin on it? And what the fuck does ‘eh eh eh’ mean?”
“It’s the sound a dolphin makes, duh.” I toss the shirt on the bed. “But that’s for later. I have something more fun for now. Get undressed.”
“So bossy.”
“I only have until midnight, and I plan to take advantage of it.”
He strips and stands naked in front of me, a cocky expression on his face. We’ll see how long that lasts.
His eyes narrow when I pull out the underwear. “You bought me underwear?”
“Special fun underwear. Put them on.” I checked them out when I opened the package. There’s an elastic band that wraps around the balls and base of the penis, holding a small vibrating bullet in place so that both areas are stimulated. What’s really going to freak him out is the smaller, softer bullet that is sewn into the back. It protrudes just enough to press against his hole when he sits.
His jaw hits the floor when he examines them. “You are out of your fucking mind if you think you’re sticking anything in my ass.”
“It doesn’t go in your ass,” I reply, trying so hard not to laugh. “It’s too soft to penetrate.”
“Not happening.”
“I won the bet, Davis. Are you a man who keeps his word or not?”
If a gaze could cut a person, I’d be in ribbons on the floor. “You’re going to pay for this,” he warns.
“For giving you a day of orgasms? Don’t worry, there’s an absorbent panel in the front.”
When he slips on the boxer briefs, I reach in and fondle him a little before wrapping the band around his cock and balls, securing the bullet to him. “Is that too tight?” I ask sweetly, and he shakes his head, glaring at me. “G
ood, don’t want to choke the little guys.”
I press my body to his and reach around to slide my hand down the back, adjusting the tiny rear vibrator so that it juts between his cheeks in just the right spot. He’ll feel it even when he’s standing, but it’ll really get his attention when he sits. “This isn’t what I had in mind when you said slave,” he growls.
“What’s the matter? Can’t take it?” I taunt, giving him a smack on the ass right over the rear vibrator, making him jump.
“Enjoy yourself now, Hen. When I get a hold of you, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Promises, promises. Now, get dressed before we miss the luncheon.”
He tries to look unaffected as he gets dressed, but I can see a slight wince when he sits. As he bends over to tie his shoes, I remove the tiny remote from my purse and turn on the rear vibrator at the lowest speed. He lunges to his feet and reaches back to pull at the seat of his pants. My hand cracks against his. “Ah-Ah, leave it.”
He breathes a sigh of relief when I switch it off, but it’s short lived because I hit the button to turn on the bullet. His hands instantly grasp the dresser. “Is that better?”
“Fuck! Henley! Turn it off!”
This is awesome. I have this cocky, arrogant, bossy man under my control. With a push of a button, I can bring him to his knees. “You expect me to walk around with a hard on all day?”
The front of his pants are loose enough that it doesn’t really show. “Button your jacket. That’ll cover it.” I toss the remote in my purse and grab his hand, leading him out the door.
“I’m driving,” he insists, when we get outside.
“Whatever blows your skirt up.”
He’s trying to look pissed, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching up. His confident demeanor returns as we exit his car. He lays a hand at the small of my back and holds his head high as we make our way to the patio Monica has reserved. It’s going to be so much fun watching him try to keep up that sophisticated act while his balls and ass are being tortured by vibrations.
The restaurant Monica has chosen is beautiful; I have to admit that. It sits right on the beach, and the patio overlooks the ocean. We must be one of the last to arrive, because almost all the tables are full. Lydia and Kasha wave to me, and we take a seat at their table.
