Sasha's Game

by Candace Smith

  “It took about five years of haphazard jobs until I focused on real estate. That’s where my friends and I met. We were working construction on fixer uppers and realized how much money our boss was making off our sweat, so we pooled together a couple of paychecks and bought our first house.”

  “In the meantime, William got his contractor’s license. We worked on the property on weekends, doing the repairs ourselves, and we made enough on the sale of the first house to buy two more. When we sold those two, we quit our regular job and formed the corporation. The rest, as they say, is history. Of course, we don’t do much of the physical remodeling any more.”

  They finished eating and hugged while they walked back to the bedroom. Sasha giggled as she began gathering her clothes.

  “What’s so funny?” Darien asked.

  “I was thinking about the expression on Mr. Jarvis’ face when I come home in the evening dress. He’s our extremely disapproving, nosy, seventy year old neighbor, and this is sure to get his tongue wagging,” she laughed.

  “You’re not serious?”

  “What?”

  “I’m not sending you home in that. Come here,” he ordered.

  Sasha followed him to the closet, which turned out to be roughly the size of her bedroom. “Good grief.” She stared at the rows of suits, shoes, jeans and sweaters.

  Darien turned her towards the back wall, and hanging neatly on the rod were several dresses, women’s jeans and other outfits. On the floor were several pair of heels and sandals. “There are panties and bras in there.” He pointed to a built-in cedar chest next to the shoes.

  Sasha fingered some of the expensive clothing and her brows knit together. “I probably don’t want to know the answer to this, but why do you have these in your closet?”

  It took a moment for him to figure out her concern. “Sasha, I bought these for you. It’s only a few random things I picked out.”

  “For me? I don’t understand.” She looked at the carpet. “I thought they might belong to someone else.”

  “Who just happens to be your size? I told you, I haven’t had been anything but very casual relationships in a long time. I was determined to be with you, and these are some of the advantages of being with me. Certainly, they are not the most important reasons, I hope.” He smiled warmly.

  “I can’t accept these, Darien.”

  “Oh, stop that.” He reached for a green sweater to match her eyes, some jeans, and was opening the cedar chest.

  “I think I can manage my own underwear,” she laughed nervously.

  He continued to rifle through the drawer and pulled out a silk thong and a lacy bra. “Put these on.”

  Sasha shrugged and took the proffered clothing into the bedroom, laying them on the chest at the end of the bed. She retrieved the small brush from her purse, the only one she owned that would fit in the small space. The cell phone was rattling against it and, sliding it open, she pushed the button Darien had shown her that would make it display messages. “Liz wants to know when I’ll be home,” she called to Darien.

  “Liz is being nosy.” He came up to her, slid his hands into her robe and rested his arms around her waist.

  Sasha’s pussy clenched as he stroked her back.

  “I waited too long to get you here, and I’m not letting you go that quickly,” he told her, lowering his head and claiming her mouth in a deep, lazy kiss. Sasha wrapped her arms around him, perfectly content as they explored each other’s mouths.

  Still pressed together, Darien edged her towards the bed, falling on top of her. He untied her robe, baring her breasts, and his mouth traveled to her neck. Sasha closed her eyes and let the sensuous kisses lull her. Slowly, his mouth moved towards one dusky bud while his hand caressed her other breast with gentle urgency.

  Sasha’s breath came in little gasps as she felt the fever of passion building. Her muscles tightened with desire, and dampness trickled from her channel in anticipation as his mouth moved lower. He stopped at her navel, teasing and sucking for a moment, and then he sat up. Sasha’s eyes opened in hazy desire and she squirmed, begging him to continue what he was doing to her body.

  “Another game, my love. Don’t move.” Darien rose from the bed, moved her clothes to a chair and opened his chest of toys. He returned with silk ropes and a gag. Sasha’s eyes were huge as she imagined the implications. Darien stroked her back to the edge, and her bottom lip quivered as he tied her hands to the bedposts.

  “Darien?”

  “Shh…just feel, Sasha,” he whispered. “Open your mouth.”

  “Darien, why…”

  “The housekeeper is here, love. We don’t need to give her a reason to gossip,” he chuckled quietly.

  Sasha looked into his eyes, and opened her mouth. The soft rubber ball filled the cavity and needed no strap to keep it firmly lodged in place. She tested her ability to push it out with her tongue as he tied her ankles to the railing, spreading her wide.

  ‘She looks like a doe caught in a trap.’ Darien brushed her hair away from her wide, anxious eyes and he leaned down, kissed her cheek and walked back to the chest. Sasha shook her head in denial as he approached with the clamps.

  “Just feel, Sasha,” he murmured as he kissed his way from her throat to her breasts. His tongue teased each nipple to a hard, tight peak and pinching the tip and distending it he placed a clamp on the tender flesh.

  Sasha’s body convulsed in the brief pain, culminating into a more profound desire than she had ever experienced, and a low, muffled groan emitted from behind the gag.

  Darien’s tongue flicked over one captured bead, and his teeth gently nipped. The pain was excruciating, but even as Sasha writhed in agony, cream drooled down the crevice of her ass and onto the sheets.

  The tense quivering of her body as she abandoned herself to experiencing the sensations Darien was executing on her body were in direct contrast to Darien’s controlled moves. As he watched her eyes, her pupils dilated and retreated in exquisite response to the torment, and he felt his own passion stir at so much power and control.

  Except for the spasmodic, twitching dance of his hard shaft, Darien remained steady, and concentrated on Sasha’s responses. He continued his earlier foreplay, and allowed his mouth to travel to her mound. The smell of her arousal excited him. He observed the lips of her pussy clench and grasp, leaking more of her intoxicating juices as he stroked a finger down the slick path.

  Her bottom flexed in demanding need as he tasted her. “Uummph,” she moaned from her silenced mouth. ‘Oh, god. Oh, my god.’ Sasha felt the first light brush of his tongue across her enflamed clit, and her bound thighs contracted, willing themselves to close. His tongue continued its relentless assault.

  While his mouth suckled and nipped her swollen clit, his fingers spread her cream down the length of her folds and a digit breached the entrance to her core, causing her to desperately grasp, needing its friction.

  Her eyes were closed in concentration and her little muffled moans were the only sound in the room. Darien sustained his study of her face and every movement of her body. ‘I will learn you, Sasha. No one will ever know how to fulfill you as I can.’

  Sasha’s body squirmed in readiness and she could feel her impending orgasm. Just as she was sure she would achieve the desperately needed release, Darien rose to his knees. He caressed her belly and sides. She groaned and opened her eyes, which filled with tears at the agony of his denial.

  His stare made her shiver. It was if he was studying some exotic creature. “Do you want to cum, love?”

  Sasha’s tears fell as she violently nodded her head, and he chuckled and positioned himself between her thighs. He inserted himself into her drenched channel with deliberate slowness and she tried to raise herself and provide the movement her body demanded.

  Darien teased her clit with his finger, and feeling a clamping hold on his cock, he closed his eyes, sighed, and repeated the action. Her whimpers were pitiful…and so very arousing.

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p; With slow, controlled movements, he plunged in and out of her depths, never letting her culminate her release. Sasha felt she would go insane if the torture continued. When she knew she could not take any more, tears flowed down her cheeks and her head swept back and forth across the pillow.

  Darien realized she had reached her limit, and he thrust faster, deeper than before. As he felt the first spasms of her orgasm grip his cock, he released the nipple clamps and she screamed as the blood flowed back into her sore tips while her body flew to oblivion. In the brutal grasp of her release she had thoroughly milked his shaft, and his balls tightened with the strength of his climax.

  Sasha lay wasted and shuddering. Darien untied her ankles, kissing the marks left by her struggle. He untied her wrists and kissed the inside of her hands, a mute thank you for the pleasure he had received. After he removed the gag, he swallowed her soft panting whimpers deep in his mouth.

  “I can’t do…” she began.

  “Shh.” He laid light kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “You’re fine, Sasha.” He understood how panicked she felt, and he embraced her as he rested her head on his chest until her breathing returned to normal.

  She was exhausted and felt herself drifting back to sleep. Darien continued to hold her for the hour that she rested. Her acceptance was crucial, and he vowed not to rush her. Her eyes slowly opened, and Darien saw trust laced with fear shining from their green depths. The trust was what he was hoping to see.

  “I want you to take some time off work,” he stated. “It’s summer, and the kids will be heading home and work should slow down. The owner will hold your position and probably welcome the temporary cut in payroll.”

  “Darien, I can’t afford to do that. I have rent and other bills, and I need to save for next semester’s books.”

  “I’ll take care of it. I need you to be able to travel with me,” he reasoned.

  “It would make me feel like a prostitute, like one of those gold diggers you’ve worked so hard to avoid,” she frowned.

  Darien’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t ever say that again, Sasha. When I ask you to do something, it is for my pleasure as well. If I’m going to selfishly demand you be available for me, I expect to cover the expenses involved, and it is no different than me picking up the check at dinner.” He let her think that through. He took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “You will call them now, and tell them you want the summer off,” he ordered.

  Both of them realized this was a big decision for their future relationship. Sasha’s mind chaotically flashed through the incredible sexual escapades he had introduced her to. ‘I want to experience more.’

  She got up and brought the phone back from her purse. He sat behind her, propped up by pillows as she placed the call to ‘Finnegan’s’. Darien’s fingers traced across her nipples, pinching the sore buds while she waited for her boss to answer, and she soon found that Darien was right. Her employer had no problem giving her the summer off and lightening his payroll, and the cheerful man said he would hold her job for her when she came back in the fall.

  Sasha slid the phone closed. It was like closing the door on the naïve little girl standing on the outside.

  CHAPTER IV

  After they dressed, Darien brought her downstairs and introduced her to the housekeeper. “Sasha will be staying with us, Clara. Please see to it she is made welcome.”

  “Of course, Mr. Marshall,” the woman replied with a warm smile in Sasha’s direction.

  “Would you wrap up some sandwiches? I’d like to take Sasha for a walk around the property and I think we’ll picnic by the pond.”

  “Yes, sir. Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll put a basket together for you. Would you like wine?” she suggested.

  “Mmm,” he considered, “a Zinfandel, I think. We’ll be in the living room.”

  Sasha walked around the large room, trailing her fingers across the fireplace mantel and studying pictures and knickknacks. She looked out the window and down the hill to the city. She looked everywhere, except at Darien, as a nervous itch played at her thoughts while she considered all that had happened since she had met the handsome man.

  Clara came in with the packed woven basket and wished them a good time. Darien held the door, and Sasha silently followed him to a path that led through the woods. Ten minutes later, they reached a meadow with wild flowers and a small pond. Darien spread a blanket and unpacked the basket while Sasha wandered around picking stray flowers.

  “Sasha, are you going to talk to me?”

  Sasha jumped at the unexpected intrusion on her thoughts, and she slowly walked towards the blanket. Darien had stretched out on his side with a glass of wine in his hand. Sasha studied his lean good looks and the stray lock of jet-black hair curling over his forehead, moving slightly in the breeze. His mesmerizing blue eyes focused completely on her, and it made her nervous.

  “Sit down.” He patted the blanket.

  Sasha took the glass of wine he offered her and broke small pieces of the sandwich off as she ate. Darien placed a hand on her thigh. She had not spoken in a long while.

  “You only feel this is moving fast because you’ve been keeping yourself in seclusion for the past few months. Think about it, honey. There’s nothing wrong with letting me indulge you for a few months until we find out where this is headed. I think you’re an incredible young woman, but if you decide this isn’t what you want then you only have to let me know.”

  “Darien, it’s all so intense. What did you mean when you told Clara I’d be staying here?” Sasha stared at her wine glass.

  “Well, I hope you’ll stay once in a while,” he chuckled. “Unless you happen to have an assortment of interesting things tucked away at your place.”

  Sasha glanced at him, horrified. The thought of Liz in the apartment while she and Darien explored their sexual relationship was disconcerting, to say the least. What would Liz think of her, if she knew the things she enjoyed? More to the point, they were the things she needed, and that was the crux of the matter. She felt perverted and dirty somehow, and there was no way she could explain that to Darien.

  Darien watched a strobe of emotions cross her face and the slight blush that crept its way to her cheeks. ‘My naïve little love. You have not shared your secret with Liz.’ Her shame of her desire aroused him. Still, this was the dangerous part of the game, and he knew if he fed into her fear then he would lose her.

  “You see my point then,” he said logically. “For you…for us…to explore our interests, it is best done here.”

  Sasha felt a mild jolt as her pocket began to vibrate, but then she relaxed as she remembered her phone. Confusion crossed her features as she studied the unfamiliar number on the display.

  ‘Right on time, thanks, Kate.’ Darien had called Edmond while Sasha was dressing, told his friend the problem and asked him to elicit Kate’s help. Edmond said they were quite impressed with Darien’s lady friend, and would be more than happy to be of assistance.

  “Hello.” Sasha’s face brightened. “Hi, Kate…It was nice to meet you, too…Tomorrow? Let me check.” Sasha looked at Darien. “It’s Kate, and she wants to know if I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”

  “I’d love for you to get to know my friends better. Tomorrow’s a busy day for me, so it would be perfect. Where does she want to meet you?” Darien encouraged.

  “Kate, tomorrow’s fine. Where would you like to meet?”

  Kate suggested a place in a wealthier neighborhood than Sasha was accustomed to. Mentally counting what she had made in tips last week, she figured she could discreetly order a salad and be all right, and they hung up after agreeing to the lunch date.

  “She wants to meet at ‘Sparrows’. I think I know where it is. It’s up by Northbrook, isn’t it?” Sasha queried.

  “Yes, on the east side. Why don’t you come to work with me in the morning and I can run you up there. I’m sure Kate’s going to talk your ear off and have you escort her to a couple of shops nea
rby. You can give me a call when you’re ready to be picked up. I should be finished by then.” Darien took her hand and caressed her palm with his thumb.

  Even with that brief, intimate touch, Darien noted her green eyes narrow as desire flashed through them. He broke contact as his own phone rang, and he frowned and answered. “Hi, Kate…She’s here with me now…Yes?…I forgot about that… ‘Berstrands’?… I’ll call ahead, I have an account there…Okay, thanks.”

  He put his phone back in his jeans pocket. “I forgot about a dinner Friday night. Kate is taking you shopping with her to pick up dresses for the evening.”

  Sasha chewed her lip and was about to speak.

  “Don’t argue. You wouldn’t need the dress if it weren’t for my engagement, so I take full responsibility. Have a good time tomorrow. Katie’s fun. Now, let’s get packed up and head to the house. I had better get you home before Liz sends out a search party,” he laughed.

  He dropped her off at the apartment, kissing her for several minutes. “I’ll pick you up about nine tomorrow. I’d have asked you to stay over again tonight, but I think you have quite enough to think about for now.”

  Sasha’s smile was genuine. “Thank you, Darien, for everything. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Darien waited until she disappeared into the apartment before he headed to Edmond and Kate’s.

  He spent the dinner hour explaining Sasha’s fears, and Kate said she remembered how she had felt when she was beginning to discover her own desires. “Darien, when she finds out she’s not alone, that others have these desires and needs, she’ll become more comfortable. I’ll talk to her, and I’m sure it will be all right,” Kate assured him.

  As Darien left for home, Edmond said, “I think he’s finally found someone.” Edmond was truly happy for his friend, and he gave Kate a hug and smiled at her. “Kate, go upstairs, strip, and prepare my bath.”