Playtime Turns Naughty

Catch Part One of “Playtime“, then continue on for more fun!

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“I think we should continue this somewhere warmer,” he said.

“Sure, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, I’m sure we’re going to catch heck from the gang if we see them, so let’s go deal with that and if you want…we could go to my place and start a fire.  I think a crackling fire would be perfect tonight.”

“Yeah, actually that sounds amazing.”

We buttoned ourselves up, jackets and all, then headed back out of the wooded area. We had  no sooner  reached the break and my brother was shaking his head at us.  All I could do was blush as we walked to our vehicles.  On the drive to Ben’s house, I wondered how much more perfect the night could get.

After pulling into the drive, side by side, we met at the front of his car.  He didn’t have to say a word.  We both dashed up the walk and to the front porch.  Ben was like me, we never locked our doors.  When I opened the door, he was quick to grab me by the wrist and halt me right in the entry way.  Damn.  I was going to have him chase me farther!  He closed the door behind us and we removed our coats.

“Soooo….how about that fire?” I asked.  

“Oh there will be a fire, there has been a fire!” He said with a smirk.  “Do you want to get us drinks while I get it going?” He asked.

“Yes, Dear,” I said.

I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for him, but made an “adult” hot chocolate for me.  When I got into the other room, the fire was crackling, there were blankets and pillows on the floor, and Ben had stripped down to just his pants and was sitting on the floor.

“C’mere.  You have some catching up to do,” he said.

“Um no, you need to catch me up! Jerk,” I said.

Trouble with a Capitol T

He gave me that look.  The one that made me realize he wasn’t all sweet and love making.  It was a look that made me realize I was in trouble with a capitol T.  He took both of our drinks from me and set them on the table.  As I leaned to sit on the floor with him, he caught me.

“No,” he said firmly.

He grabbed my hips and moved me towards him.  As I stood in front of him, he unbuttoned my pants.  I never said a word, just watched and allowed him to do what he wanted.  He pulled me towards his mouth and as he slipped my pants over my hips, he kissed every inch of exposed flesh from my waist to my ankles.  I was wearing black lace panties at the time with, of course, a matching bra though he hadn’t removed my shirt yet.

“Excuse me.  How is this fair? You have your pants ON.” I said matter of factly.

“Don’t sass me.” Again, that look.

I shut right up.  If I was reading him right, he was not going to give me any leeway or any control.  I never saw this side of Ben and my skin was rough with goosebumps.  The excitement was almost too much to bear.  He ran his hands up and down my legs slowly, watching as I reacted with shivers.

“Take of your shirt…slowly,” he commanded.

I stood above him, looking into his eyes as I unbuttoned each button slowly before sliding my shirt off my shoulders, down my arms, and allowing it to fall to the floor.  i stood before him in my black lace bra and panties, the fire crackling behind me.

“Sit, drink your hot chocolate.  I have a plan for you,” he said.

As I sat nestled in his arms sipping my spiked hot chocolate, I couldn’t help but wonder what his little plan was.  I wanted to ask but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.  I was getting wet from the pure suspense of it.  He began rubbing the back of my neck and I moved one hand to his jeans to feel the mighty lump that had grown in his lap for me.  It was so hard to control my urges, but I had to be patient.  

When I had finished my hot chocolate and set the cup down, his hand moved from the back of my neck to the front.  he pulled me back towards him and whispered in my ear, “Go upstairs, sit on the bed and wait.  I’ll be right there.”

Playtime Turns Naughty

Damn.  I hate waiting.  He knew he was killing me.  I walked upstairs slowly hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was going to do, but it only seemed to me that he was securing the fire.  It seemed like 10 minuted before he finally stood in the doorway, but when he did, he had a little black bag in his hand.

“Put these on,” he said. No emotion.  It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

In the bag was a black blindfold, a new pair of black stockings, and a pair of handcuffs…not the furry pink kind but a real pair.  I looked at him and back to the bag.  I slowly eased on one stocking at a time, making sure to put on a little show since he was watching me so intently.  I clapped one cuff on my wrist and when I went to do the other, he held up a hand signalling me to stop.  Ok, one cuff.  what was he thinking, I wondered. I slipped the blindfold over my head and secured it on my eyes properly.  The world was dark and silent except for my heart beat.

I felt him grab my waist then he moved me back on the bed.  He took my wrists and raised them above my head.  I could feel my hands slip through the slats on the headboard.  He took the open cuff and clicked it closed on my other wrist.  I laid there blindfolded, in my black lace bra and panties, in the stockings he had told me to put on, and cuffed to the headboard for what seemed like forever.  I could barely breathe.  When finally I was about to bust and say something, he rushed in and forced my legs apart.  I could feel the heat from his body between my thighs.  His fingers were strong just above my knees, but not painfully so.  With one hand I felt him grab the front of my panties and lift my hips from the bed.

“You. Are. Mine.” He growled.  With that he tore my panties off and I could hear them hit the wall on the other side of the room.  His mouth was immediately on my clit sucking, biting, and abusing it, sending me into fits of pain and pleasure. I had no room to move.  With my hands bound and his sudden death grip on my thighs, I could be nothing more than submissive.  I could feel all the blood rushing to my pink parts as my clit and lips began to swell with excitement bringing with it a sensitivity that made every touch near orgasmic.  He had me so wet, I thought it couldn’t get any more until he slammed his fingers deep inside of me fucking me forcefully and making me gush all over his hand and tongue.  He lapped up my juices making me squirm and scream with every touch.  If he had neighbors, they surely would have called the police!

I shook my head, greedily agreeing with him as he continued slowly pumping my pussy with his fingers, his thumb pressed firmly on my nub sending chills down my spine.

“I can’t hear you. Acknowledge me properly,” he said.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.  Are you happy right now?” He asked.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, you will always be happy. I promise you that.  My cock is the only one you will ever need,” he said.

He slowly pulled his fingers from within me and I could feel another flood of my juices flow down my slit to the bed.  My heart was fluttering and the butterflies in my tummy were stronger than ever.  To think that this was what we had been holding back for all these years was just too much for me to comprehend.  My thoughts were interrupted when I felt him, again, at my entrance.  This time, it wasn’t his fingers.

A Grand Entrance

He leaned forward grabbing my wrists and kissing me.  I took one deep breath surrendering completely and with that he thrust deep inside my hot, wet pussy.  I screamed out as his cock stretched my walls and he began to pummel me with more throbbing force than I had expected.  It had been quite some time since I was filled and my pussy seemed tighter than ever.  I felt every vessel pumping with blood as he entered me and pulled back out.  I had never been so aware of the force inside me.

“Fuck yes baby! Ohmygod yes! Mmmmmm….” I bit my lip trying to stifle the moans.

“Tell me you’re my girl.”

“Yes! Oh fuck yes baby! I’m your girl.  Fuck me! Harder!!”

I opened my eyes, looking into his.  I wanted to cum right then, “This pussy is yours baby!  it’s only yours.  Now FUCK IT LIKE YOU OWN IT!!”  I yelled.

I never broke eye contact.  I could feel him growing inside me as his thrusts became more animalistic, deeper, harder.  He began to moan with my yelps of pleasure.

“Cum for me, Cum with me.  Show me that pussy is mine!” He growled.

He fucked me with everything he had and we both let go in a screaming orgasm that would have brought the house down.  I had never before squirt and cum that much as he filled me with his hot seed.  Our juices flowed out of me with every pump and he kept going until he was drained and my body stopped quivering.  For just a moment he laid atop of me.  He kissed me then pulled out just a little.  he reached down between my legs, smoothing his fingers into our juices before bringing them back up to my lips.  I greedily sucked and licked our juices from his fingers all the while looking into his eyes.

“Good Girl,” he said, “I’ll keep you and your pussy well fed all night…and for the rest of time.”

All I could do was smile and respond with a “Thank you, Sir.”