Let the Games Begin

 

Just like that it turned from an affair into a game, into a part of my life. I began to desire him and wonder what he’d do next. I began to feel my sexual power, my sexual energy exploding inside me. I began to feel like a woman. Before, I never had time for anything like this. Now I did.

It was the tension—the anticipation—that made me hot. What would he do next? That was the most tantalizing part.

Now, he was taking a different route. We were in his bedroom again. I was in the same chair, waiting on him to begin. This time, he went to the armoire, opened it and pulled out a riding crop. What could that be for?

“Undress,” he said.

I was about to, but then my curiosity got the best of me. “What’s that for?”

He slapped it against his hand. “I used to ride, play polo. Do you like polo?”

I shrugged. I’d never given it a thought one way or another.

“You will like this,” he said. “Undress, please.”

I wasn’t so sure. But when I was down to my panties and bra, he shook his head, indicating he wanted me all the way undressed. I complied and stood naked in front of him.

“Bend over the bed,” he said.

Oh…okay. I went to the bed and bent over, my ass in front of him. He approached me but then stopped short just before he could touch me. Then I felt the crop making its way down my naked back and then down the crack of my ass. I shivered in delight. What was going to do with that thing?

I soon found out. He pulled back and cracked the crop against my ass. I screamed as it hit my skin. Then I felt the burn. I started to rise but then he said, “No, no, no.” What? What did he mean no? He got up next to me and slid his hand down my other ass cheek, touching it softly, then gave it a hard crack with the crop. I screamed again as the pain seemed to bite into my soul.

Then there was silence.

Neither one of us moved or spoke for a long time, then he whispered, “Another?”

Another? Could I handle another? Something in me decided that, yes, I could. So I said, “Yes,” breathlessly and he made contact again. And again. Each time, the crop bore into my skin and made it burn. Each time, I was brought closer and closer to ecstasy, closer to freedom.

Soon, my ass was on fire and the crop had been cast aside on the bed in front of me. François positioned himself behind me and slipped his hand around until it rested on my pussy. He began to move it, up and down, up and down. The juices from my pussy allowed his hand to slide easily. He stopped and then ran both hands up and down my ass cheeks before pulling them open and playing with my anus with one finger before he slipped it in.

Aahhh! Ahhh! I’d never had that, never had someone do something like that to me. I heard him unzip his pants then felt his hard cock slide between my ass cheeks until he positioned it for entry. I tensed in anticipation, in lust, wanting him to stick it in. He eased it in, inch by hard and thick inch, until he was fucking me, fucking me in the ass. I was still bent over the bed, my ass in the air, him taking me from behind, him fucking me like that, fucking me dirty. I didn’t know what this felt like, this all encompassing feeling of true dirty lust, but it felt like nothing I’d ever had before and I never wanted it to stop.

As he fucked me, he pushed my legs open wider then reached around and grabbed the riding crop. He turned it around until the handle pointed at me and somehow—I don’t know how—he slid it between my legs until it found my clit. Ahhh! I didn’t know if I could stand much more of this. It was almost too much. I was going in overload. I began to ride to handle of the crop, feeling its slightly rough leather rub against my clit nicely. And so, I rode the crop and François rode me. We took our time. This fucking was slow and methodical. It was deep and intense, his hard cock in me like that and I clit-playing with the crop. It didn’t take long before I began to come and as I came, I wailed a deep, long throaty wail with the orgasm. François pumped into me as my orgasm kept coming and coming then he pulled out and shot his load of hot come all over my back. I squirmed as it hit me, loving how it felt, how it slid down between my ass cheeks, the sheer dirtiness of it. I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the crop, as it seemed to stare back at me. The crop had beaten me in more ways than one. It would become a welcomed friend, I knew.

“Tonight,” he said and kissed my naked shoulder. “You will stay for dinner.”

There was no arguing with that. James would have to fend for himself.