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  “Step up on the ledge and stretch your arms and legs out in the X pattern.” I gulped and did as she said. As soon as I was in place she reached up and slowly started shackling my wrists and ankles. She was such a tease. I couldn’t help but push my body against her in an attempt to feel more of her skin on mine.

  “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.” She said as she clicked the restraints on my left wrist in to place, tightening it down until it nearly pinched at my skin. “Do you understand how safe words work?”

  I nodded yes.

  “Good girl. Your safe word is…” she paused for a moment as she gave it some thought. “Marriage.”

  The moment she said it my heart leapt up to my throat and I felt piercing tingles all throughout my body. That one little word sent a rush of feelings coursing through me. Marriage. I would never get anything like this from Brian. Not in a million years.

  “Do you understand?”

  I nodded yes.

  “Say it,” she said as she finished shackling my angles into place. I was completely trapped and unable to escape. There was no turning back now.

  “Marriage.” I repeated. Her lips turned up into a proud smile.

  “Good girl. Now we’re going to play a little game. I’m going to play with you and all you have to do is NOT come.” She said as she turned around and walked toward a bag next to the bed. I didn’t recognize it so that must have been another one of her bags. Clearly she had this whole night planned out for me.

  “Do you understand?”

  I nodded yes.

  “Say it.” This time her tone was more demanding and forceful. It almost startled me.

  “I won’t come.”

  “Good girl. Just don’t turn into a bad girl.” She winked as she came back with a few items in her hands. It was a blindfold and what looked like a feather baton.

  “Time to go dark.” She said with a smirk as she reached up and pulled the blindfold in place around my head. My world instantly went black and my breath stuttered.

  My leg quivered as I felt a tickle on my thigh. It was the feathery wand tracing up and down my leg. Then the vibrator clicked back on and I instantly went stiff as I felt it buzz and tingle my wet lips. My body clenched around it as she trailed the feathers in teasing circles along my stomach. The feathers tickled up and down my body; down and over the curve of my hip, and up and around my ribs and breasts. The sensation caused waves of tingles across my chest that traveled up my neck.

  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. She clicked the vibrator up a notch. I sucked a breath in as her hand traveled down my thigh and crossed the gap of my legs, her fingers playfully pressed against the base of the vibrator. My hips jolted as it pushed deeper inside of me, buzzing and tingling at my core.

  Then I felt her lips gently press kisses along my breasts. “Oh god…” I whimpered as she latched her mouth around my budding nipple. She nibbled and sucked, perfectly balancing pain and pleasure. Then I felt her kisses slowly trailed down my skin until she knelt between my legs. She reached up and spread my lips apart before flicking her tongue along my electrified clit.

  My mouth dropped open as her tongue worked slow circles around me. The restraints pinched at my wrists as I tried to reach down and grab a hold of her shoulders. I couldn’t move my legs or arms, but I managed to roll my hips against her, welcoming more playful licks of her tongue. It wasn’t long before I felt the unmistakable feeling of an orgasm ready to topple over my body.

  She pulled her face back just enough to speak, “remember the rules Trish. No coming.” She spoke against my wetness. Her words of warning were warm and hot against me, but they didn’t stem the tide of the feelings coursing through me. As soon as she planted her lips and tongue back against my wetness I toppled over the edge. The restraints jangled as my body jerked and trembled. My hips rolled off the back of the cross as the room filled with my pleasured moans. She reached around my hips and gripped my ass, pulling me closer to her flicking tongue.

  As soon as I was finished she stepped back, reached up for the blindfold, and pulled it off. I blinked away the darkness and saw her staring at me with disappointment in her eyes. She shook her head back and forth in a tsk-tsk manner.

  “Now Trish…now you’ve been a bad girl.” She smirked.

  In a flash she unbuckled my restraints and aggressively pulled me off the cross. I could barely stand on my wobbly knees, but I didn’t have to since she practically threw me over the edge of the bed face first. The comforter proofed up around me as I landed on the mattress.

  “Spread your legs,” she ordered as she tapped the back of my thigh. I did as she said. Without warning she pulled the vibrator out of me and tossed it to the ground. “Stay just like that and don’t you dare move.” She said with venom on her tongue. I heard she walk back over to her bag where she pulled a few more items out. I dared to look back, just in time to see her shimmying a strap on dildo into place. My heart skipped. This was every fantasy I had ever dreamed of and I was more nervous than ever.

  As soon as she came back she leaned over me, her strap-on playfully pressing against my ass and her words whispering against my ear. “Even though this is your first time, don’t expect me to go easy.”

  With that she leaned back off of me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of a wood paddle rub against my ass. She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at her mercy.

  SMACK!

  As soon as she hit me I rocked forward and my hands clutched at the bedcovers. I hissed through my teeth as I felt the prickly pain across my cheeks. I clenched my eyes shut and waited for the next hit. But it didn’t come, instead she reached between my legs and pressed a finger up and down my wet folds. I whimpered in pleasure and rolled my ass back against her. I was practically begging her to push inside of me. As soon as I was getting used to her touch she pulled back again.

  SMACK!

  “Shit!” I yelped as the second hit landed square on my cheeks. The room felt electric as the smacking sound echoed off the walls. I could still hear the music thumping in the other room and for a brief moment I thought about all my friends in the living room. I hoped to hell they weren’t listening at the door.

  SMACK!

  I let out a deep breath, just in time to feel her push a finger inside of me. My knees turned the water and my full weight fell against the edge of the bed. Her finger curled inside of me. I bit my lip as she grinded her hand against my mound. I could feel my juices wet the inside of my thighs as she worked me with her fingers. She leaned back over me, her full weight pinning me to the bed.

  “Bad girls get fucked and used.” Her dildo pressed against my ass. I could feel the tip of it rub against my red skin. “Is that what you want?” She asked.

  I pushed my hips back, begging her to fuck me already.

  “Is it!” She barked, reaching back and pinching my ass between her fingers.

  “Yes!” I yelped. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “And?” Her fingers twisted.

  “Use me.”

  “That’s a good girl.” She laughed before leaning off of me and aiming the head of the strap-on cock between my legs. My breath went still the moment I felt her teasingly press against my wet lips. I wanted it inside of me so bad. I could feel my body buzzing with excitement.

  I barely knew her, but I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted her. I never had sex with someone outside of a relationship. And I had especially never done anything like this with Brian. I was one of the ‘good girls’, I thought I had standards, but now I didn’t care. I just wanted to get fucked like an animal—like all those naughty porn videos I loved watching.

  I wanted to be used.

  With that she finally pressed inside of me. My hands clenched in fists the moment I felt my wet lips seal around her strap-on cock as she seared inside of me in
one thrust. It felt huge, so big it nearly hurt. Even though I was dripping wet the cock was a tight fit. Without another moment's hesitation she pushed her hips forward, her hips smacking against my ass. I propped myself up on my elbows and my tits swayed forward from the motion of her thrust. The force of her hips caused the headboard to bang against the wall and for a moment I was worried someone outside would hear us, but the music was probably too loud.

  Horny, naughty, and depraved urges of pure lust boiled over inside of me. Feeling her body smack against my backside woke up something inside of me that I had never felt before. I was surprised at how much the strap-on filled me up. I thrust my hips back in perfect timing with the forward motion of her hips. I listened to her hiss through her clenched teeth in pleasure as I slowly slid back and then slammed back again. She buried her staff deep until a low groan of approval escaped my lips.

  “Is this what you want?” She asked as she leaned down and whispered into my ear. “To be bent over and taken?”

  “Yes.” I whimpered, rolling my hips against her.

  “Tell me you want to come.”

  “I want to come.” I moaned, just as she pushed hard and drew back.

  “You want to come don’t you?”

  “Yes. Please let me come.” I begged

  With that she gripped my hips and pounded into me faster and faster. The room filled with the rhythmic slapping of our skin. Her hips smacking against my spanked ass hurt, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was her and I wanted her as deep as she could go. My nails clawed at the cover as another orgasm racked through my body. As soon as I started trembling she jammed into me long and deep with a barreling groan.

  Her fingers clutched my hips so hard it nearly hurt.

  At that moment all I could think about was Brian and how much I needed sexual satisfaction like this. I could never be happy if I couldn’t get fucked like that. The least I could do was talk to him about it.

  As soon as I cleaned up and got dressed, I picked up my phone and sent Brian a simple text message.

  “I want to make a suggestion in the bedroom…”

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  “What?”

  Melissa looked at him as if he had lost his mind, stormy gray clouds gathering in her bright blue eyes.

  “No way.”

  Jared stared her down, hands on his hips. He wasn’t budging on this.

  “Yes way. You said the next time we talked about this we’d cater to my fantasies. We’ve been with another man and that got you off. Now I want us to be with another woman.”

  Her mouth flattened into a stubborn line and Melissa took a deep breath, no doubt to argue with him again.

  Jared held up his hand. “Nope. Either we do it my way this time or we never do it again. I used to be enough for you.” He didn’t mean for his worry to creep out at the end, but emotions had a funny way of denying suppression.

  Melissa reached for him immediately, her way of solving issues—purely physical. Once she settled against his chest and he was stroking her hair she said, “You are enough, baby. I liked it. I thought you liked it. So since we were going to the club I thought you might be up for it again, that’s all.”

  “I am. As long as I get to see you kissing another woman first. Why the hell do you think I watch that show on TV? The snappy dialogue? Ugh.”

  She chuckled, her breasts bouncing against his chest. “I did wonder.”

  "You think about it." Jared pulled away after pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ll get dressed. Then you can answer me.”

  “Okay.” She surprised him with her easy acceptance of his plan, because Melissa did love to argue.

  She grabbed her clothes and make up and headed to the guest bathroom. They needed a double vanity; they had saved up half the money to do the renovation and Jared found that sort of work relaxing, oddly enough.

  The prospect left her sparkly with joy. No more juggling her flatiron over the tiny guest sink.

  Hair, makeup, jeans, sparkly tank top, good boots. Trendy as Austin might be, it was still Texas. A girl needed two types of footwear. Flip flops and cowboy boots.

  “All shaved.” Melissa poked her head into the bathroom. “So, where are we going? Lipstick? Donn’s?”

  “I want to go to Highlands.” Her comfort with a gay and lesbian bar meant nothing to Jared tonight. He had done his research and the relatively new place had a strong reputation for bi-friendly men and women. Melissa was going to play his game this time whether she liked it or not.

  “Where’s that?” She whipped out her phone and keyed up Google before he had a chance to answer. “Oh. Okay, baby. You about ready?”

  How many miles could he get out of a little emotional blackmail? Funny thing was, Jared hadn’t been trying to upset her with the ‘not enough for you’ thing. The words had just popped out.

  “I am.” He slipped his wallet into his back pocket.

  “You can buy the first round.” She said.

  "I will. I promise.” His arm felt stiff around her, but Melissa was working hard to give him what he wanted.

  He would torture her for a bit, maybe make her dance with a girl and then let her off the hook.

  The club throbbed when they walked in the door, the walls thumping with music. The place had a lot of small spaces cobbled together with narrow walkways, but the dance floor was plenty big enough and the hot girl factor hit max almost immediately.

  “Wow. Happy hour indeed,” Jared said. “Look at all these choices.”

  “You are so not funny.” Melissa said as he put a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the bar. “What do you want, baby?”

  "Is she on the menu?” he nodded toward a busty bartender. Her dark blond hair and blue eyes were the perfect foil for Melissa’s dark brown hair and lean, catlike body.

  “No. No one that much bigger than me.”

  “Hmm. That seems fair.” He said, looking a little disappointed.

  “Vodka and tonic since I’m not driving,” she murmured, turning to survey the room. Jared propped his elbows on the bar and studied some of the gyrating dancers, stealing glances at Melissa from the corner of his eye.

  “Too sweaty. Too orange from spray tan. Too much eyeliner.”

  "A Ketel and tonic,” Jared said to the bartender, shoulder hunched toward the woman behind the bar.

  “You got it.”

  Something in the bartender’s tone made Jared turn and look at her again. Her gaze met his, warm, approving, and he felt his cheeks heat. Usually girls saw him with Melissa and acted as if he had the plague. Or had a TAKEN sign stamped on his forehead. This girl didn’t have that problem, apparently.

  Even better, she gave Melissa a once over, too. One that almost burned the bar down.

  Jared turned and crossed his arms, loving how both women immediately looked at the way his muscles knotted under his shirt. He knew he looked good tonight.

  “Are y’all together?” the woman asked, sliding Melissa’s vodka and soda across the bar.

  “We are.” Jared smiled, fighting the urge to lick his lips. “Three years.”

  “Congratulations.” The bartender handed Melissa her drink.

  “Thanks. What’s your name?” Jared liked this one, her direct smile and hot body making him shift on his barstool.

  “Haley,” she said. “Sorry, got to get that order down there.”

  “Seriously?” Melissa asked Jared when Haley had moved down the bar. “That’s what you want?”

  “She’s pretty and makes for a nice contrast to you.” Jared slid a hand into Melissa’s back pocket, squeezing what he could reach of her butt cheek. “They have to look good with you or they don’t meet the fantasy.”

  "Well, that's good.” Melissa sipped her drink before glancing sideways at him. “Wanna dance?”

  “I do.” Jared
wasn’t sure he had played her nearly enough, but he really liked the music and Haley would be able to see them from the bar. Why not?

  He grabbed Melissa’s hand and tugged her out on the dancefloor with a laugh. The beat drove her as she pressed against him, lifting her arms over her head. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips bumping his over and over. The heat rising off Jared’s skin made her moan and his cock stiffened, obvious under his zipper.

  “You’re so hot tonight, baby.” He bent to kiss her lips, lingering when he spoke again, so his lips moved against hers. “You see why I like it now, don’t you. Makes things hotter.”

  She let her hands drop, tugging at his hair with her fingers. “I liked it just fine before. I did.” Kissing a woman, feeling softness under her hands instead of hardness of a man—the whole idea made Melissa a little nervous.

  “I just want to get the same charge you did from watching me with another man.” Jared said.

  “And you like the bartender for it.” He turned her in a slow circle so she had a clear view of the bar. Haley chatted with a customer and poured drinks, but every time Melissa glanced her way, she was watching them.

  “I know, it’s crazy, right? There’s just something about her.”

  “Well, if that’s the one you want, I’ll get her for you.” Melissa had a competitive side, a drive that made her great at her job in pharmaceutical sales. Sometimes that urge to do one better made Jared a little nuts, but in this case, he liked it.

  “How are you gonna do that, honey?” he asked as she angled her hip to rub hard against his firm dick.

  “You just wait.”

  Jared grunted, hands on her ass to hold her where he was so he could grind against her, circling his hips to give her the friction she desperately craved.

  By the time they returned to the bar, her thighs ached, her nipples were hard, and she felt flushed and sensitized. She took the drink Haley handed her, sipping it to cool her burning lips.