The Devil Made Me Do It (15 page)

He couldn’t believe how wet she was. Had torturing him all day turned her on, too? Her musky scent whet his appetite. John sat down on the bench and devoured her, nibbling here, biting there. His tongue flickered over her swollen clit, circling and suckling. Erin gasped. John growled. He picked up an empty beer bottle and pressed its cool opening into her hot opening, sliding the long hard neck deep into her soft wet channel. Pulled it out, licked it, and slid it back in again.

Erin grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his mouth over her clit while he bottle-fucked her. She unhooked her bra and flung it into the backyard, seizing both breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples hard. The bottle, his tongue, and her hands assaulted her, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Every lick, every twist, every thrust sent her reeling into mindless sensation. She could think of nothing and feel everything.

She felt the wood table, hard under her body, supporting her world. She felt the damp night wind scream over her skin, rattling her senses. She felt her own fingers tighten like a vice on her nipples, stoking the heat raging between her legs. She felt one of John’s hands gripping her thigh while the other gripped the beer bottle, thrusting its erotic shape in and out, in and out, in and out. She felt his tongue, his lips, and his teeth eating her, his hunger growing greater with every taste. She felt oblivion approaching, rushing toward her. Faster, closer, faster!

Oh! No! Please!
Madness seized her, spun her, obliterating everything she knew until she knew only violent satisfaction.

John pulled the bottle out and tossed it aside, hearing glass break but not caring at all. He stood and thrust into Erin, only then realizing he was still fully dressed. She sat up and tore at his clothes, ripping his shirt as they pulled it off. They struggled with his belt and tugged at his zipper. His pants hit the deck hard, but not nearly as hard as the mutual thrust that joined them.

Erin’s startled gasp should have registered alarm in John’s brain, but the meeting of their flesh robbed him of reason. He crawled on top of her, pressing her flat on the table and moving with her. Pumping, pounding, pumping, panting…screaming, writhing, and clawing, just like he imagined it. No—better than he imagined.

He wanted her the moment he woke up, but she denied him. He wanted her in the kitchen, but she denied him there, too. He promised to make her pay—and she did. When she cried out for him to move slowly, he denied her. When she begged for him to thrust softly, he denied her. When she screamed ‘don’t stop’, he couldn’t deny her. And when she pleaded for him to make her come, he indulged her, over and over and over again.

Then he could no longer deny himself. Shudders wracked his body, ripping through him with the trembling force of desire restrained too long. All his pent up passion poured into his wife. She felt him lose control, feared it for only a moment, then surrendered and let it carry her away with him.

John collapsed on top of his wife, his arms flung out to the sides, crushing her with his weight.

“
John,” Erin gasped. “Please, it’s hard to breathe.”

He lifted his head and somehow found the strength to roll off her. She lay on her back unable to move, stiff, sore, and giddy. Her ragged breathing drew John’s attention. His head rolled to one side, and he spotted a wicked-looking hickey on her neck. Was it bleeding?

“
Oh my god, Erin. What did I do to you?” Her shoulders shook and he panicked. “Erin! I’m so sorry. I lost control….” Just like he feared he would.

“
Don’t be sorry.” She giggled softly. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do. And more.”

“
You wanted me to lose control?” He didn’t understand. Then he remembered something Brian said about a woman’s fantasies. “The devil made you do it.”

“
What?” She was still giggling and wasn’t sure she heard him right.

“
You wanted me to ravish you.”

“
Mmm…yes. I wanted you to sweep me off my feet, take my breath away, and leave me unable to walk.”

She sounded so completely satisfied that all of John’s guilt disappeared, replaced by fierce male pride and more than a little lust. “Did I succeed?”

With some effort, she turned her head and smiled. “Have I moved yet?”

John smiled and leaned over to kiss her swollen lips as gently as he could. “You played a dangerous game, lady.”

“
I know.” But she was never afraid. “I trust you.”

She couldn’t have given him a greater compliment.

Erin sighed and slowly sat up. “I suppose we should get this mess cleaned up.”

But John disagreed. “Later.” He pulled her into his arms, scooped up a handful of frosting, and with a devilish smile smeared it across her breasts. “I have plans for this cake.”

Matt: Are you ready to get fucked tonight?

The IM window opened on my monitor and a naughty smile crossed my face.

Erin: Are you?

My boy toy and I had been planning this encounter for a couple of weeks. We decided to meet in a hotel room downtown. No dinner this time. Just sex. Our dates were always pretty hot, but just thinking about this one had me wet already.

Matt: Have you been touching yourself?

I touched the keyboard, wondering if I should tell him the truth.

Erin: Just a little.

Matt: I told you not to touch yourself.

Erin: I couldn’t help it.

Matt: Disobedient slut. You’re in trouble tonight.

That was the idea. We recently started playing with dominance and submission. He enjoyed the dominant role, but I discovered that I couldn’t be completely submissive. I liked being rebellious. I wanted to get in trouble.

Erin: You got me too excited. I had to touch.

Matt: Did you cum?

I waited.

Matt: Did you?

Erin: Yes.

Matt: I’ll have to punish you.

Erin: I know.

That’s what I wanted to hear. Except for an occasional brush against my nipple with my fingertips, I didn’t really touch myself. I wanted to let the orgasm build until he released it. But he didn’t need to know that.

Erin: I want to touch myself now.

Matt: Don’t do it.

Erin: I have to.

Matt: DON’T.

I couldn’t actually. Two of my office walls were all glass, so I couldn’t get away with anything. But I knew that letting him think I was sliding my hand under my skirt really turned him on.

Erin: Mmmm that feels so good.

Matt: Stop it right now.

Erin: I can’t.

Matt: I will punish you.

Matt: Slut.

Erin: I’m going to cum.

Matt: No!

I let him wait to see how he’d react. Teasing him was making me wet.

Matt: What are you doing? Did you cum?

Erin: No. The phone rang so I had to stop.

Matt: Good. Don’t touch yourself again until I see you tonight.

Erin: I’ll try not to.

Matt: You’d better not.

Matt: Are you wearing panties?

Erin: Right now I am.

Matt: No panties allowed.

I was debating about whether or not to obey that rule. Wearing a short skirt and no panties was one of my favorite erotic tricks, but another playmate showed me how exciting having my panties ripped off could be. But I decided that breaking one rule was enough for tonight.

Erin: I’ll take them off before I get there.

Matt: Take them off now.

Erin: Here?

Matt: Yes. Slip them off under your desk.

Going without panties on a date was one thing, but going without at work? I couldn’t do that. Could I? I looked through my glass walls and found the hallways empty.

Matt: Take them off now.

My hands shook as I slid my chair under my desk as far as it would go. I lifted my skirt and slid my panties to the floor.

Erin: They’re off.

Matt: Good. Do you feel naughty?

Erin: Yes.

Matt: Keep them off. I want to see your pussy naked when I take your skirt off tonight.

Matt has signed out.

The temptation to touch myself was stronger than ever. Instead, I savored the anticipation, feeling the wet heat drip on to my thighs. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus on work again, but all I could think about was getting his hands—or mine—under my skirt. The afternoon dragged on forever. I couldn’t wait any longer and a couple of minutes before five, I quietly locked my office and drove downtown.

Matt checked in early and called me with the room number so I went straight to the elevator. I didn’t want to be a liar, so I pulled my skirt up and slipped my finger between my wet lips. Mmmm…stop. No more. I couldn’t wait to see what my punishment would be.

As soon as I knocked on the door, Matt grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. He didn’t stop to kiss me like he usually did. Instead he pushed me into the room and shoved me face down on the bed. I gasped and tried to roll over, but he planted his knees on either side of my legs, and I heard him unzip his pants.

“Since you came before you got here, I’m not going to let you cum now.” He yanked my skirt up to my waist. “It’s a good thing you’re not wearing panties.” He fell on top of me and shoved his hard cock into me.

The sudden violent thrust took my breath away. I tried to push myself up on my hands, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it tight. I felt his hot breath on my neck, in my ear.

“I knew you’d be soaking wet.” And then his teeth closed on my shoulder and his body slammed into me.

Oh god, if this was his idea of punishment, I was going to break his rules every time. I squirmed under him. He thought I was fighting him and slammed his cock deeper. Ohhhh…that was exactly what I wanted. I squirmed to spread my legs farther and he gave me even more of what I wanted. Hard. Rough. Animal fucking.

His breathing turned ragged, and I knew he was going to cum. I was close, and I told him I needed more.

“You’re being punished, slut. You’ll cum when I say so.” Just to spite me, he pulled out and came on my ass. My body felt like it was being punished, denied what it needed while he used it to satisfy himself. I wiped off with a towel while he collapsed on the bed and caught his breath.

“Is it my turn now?”

He ignored my question. “Take your clothes off.”

My skirt was bunched up around my waist so I had to wiggle it over my hips. He watched while I unbuttoned my blouse, threw it on the floor and waited.

“You’re not naked,” he said. My bra hit the floor too. “Take my clothes off.”

His pants were still around his knees so I pulled them off. When I finished stripping him, he ordered me to bring a chair next to the bed and sit down. I sat down like a lady, back straight, ankles crossed.

“Spread your legs.”

I thought about disobeying and getting punished again, but the look in his eyes commanded obedience so I slowly uncrossed my ankles and spread my thighs apart.

“Since you like touching yourself so much, you can do it for me now.” He leaned up on his elbow and got comfortable. “Show me how you make yourself cum.”

“No. I want you to touch me.”

“
If you tell me no again, I won’t touch you at all. Do as you’re told, slut.”

I started by touching my nipples, both hands first, brushing and squeezing. Then one hand slid down my body. I slipped my fingers between my legs and spread my lips apart. When I touched my clit, I moaned, and I saw his cock get hard again.

Matt watched me as I played with my wet pink flesh. I leaned back in the chair, moving my hips toward him, but he wouldn’t touch me. I put one finger inside, and then another one. He watched me fuck myself with my fingers. He pulled them out and licked them, and then pushed them back inside, but still he wouldn’t touch my pussy. I brought my other hand down from my breast to circle my clit, draping my legs over the arms of the chair to spread them wider.

His cock was fully erect again, and I watched him stroke it. My thighs started to quiver. Heat swept through me. I was about to cum. “Cum for me,” he said. I rubbed my clit harder, faster, and I felt my pussy start to clench around my fingers. “Cum now.”

I came so hard my whole body clenched. Hot and wet. Aching and moaning. Matt watched me twist and writhe for what seemed like hours. Was he ever going to touch me?

He dropped to his knees and shoved my thighs apart. His tongue slapped my clit and his fingers shoved inside me, making me cum again.

“Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now.”

“No.”

What? Oh. “Please fuck me.” I forgot I was the submissive one.