The Game (2 page)

“What’s so important I had to drop everything and come over?”

Kip kissed her on each cheek and led her up the stairs to the second floor. He danced her into his apartment, took off her coat and tossed it onto the living room couch, led her into the bedroom, and she gasped
.

Silk hangings in pink and purple and gold festooned the ceiling and walls. Fragrant smoke from incense burners permeated the air. Pillows and cushions in every color of the rainbow covered the floor and ornate, brass lanterns cast a golden glow over the scene.

Tony leaned like a pasha against a riot of plump cushions piled on the bed. Every finger bore a ring. An open, embroidered velvet vest revealed his smooth, tanned, muscled chest, glistening with scented oils. A bleached cotton loincloth did little to conceal his semierect state.

“Kneel, slave, and strip.”

Marcie whirled around. She’d forgotten about Kip. He’d kicked off his shoes, taken off his clothes and was similarly clad in a loincloth, but without any rich trappings.

She grinned.

The harem slave
scenario—one of her favorites.

She kneeled and removed her blouse and skirt, waiting for the next cue.

“Leave on your undergarments and stand at the foot of the bed.” Tony’s voice dripped with disdain as he fell into his role of pasha. “You thought to escape with your lover, but know that the harem master found out your plans and informed me of them. Since you are so greedy for more than my attention, you shall receive it.”

She almost came right then.

Tony clapped his hands and the exotic strains of Middle Eastern music danced in her ears.

Her nipples tightened. When the music came on, it meant that the guys wanted her to entertain them. They knew what an exhibitionist she was. And she knew how to tantalize them. She reached up and pulled down some of the silk hangings.

Spreading her legs, she planted her lush body in the middle of the room and passed the silk back and forth between her thighs. She rotated her hips and flexed her belly in time to the music. Totally immersed in the music, she draped the long pieces of material over her shoulders and let the ends hang from fingers. She closed her eyes and slowly began to twirl, the ends whipping around her. She danced faster and faster, her heart racing, her body wet with exhilaration until she collapsed on the floor, panting.

“Adequate, slave, adequate. Crawl up the bed and kneel between my legs. Close your eyes again when you are in your place.”

She rushed to comply and placed her hands on her hips ready to take off her thong.

“Wait,” Kip barked. “May I have permission to remove the rest of her garments?”

“You may, but not with your hands, use your teeth. You may commence.” Tony chuckled. “Amuse me.”

She heard the bed creak as Kip placed his knee next to hers. And felt his teeth pull down her thong. His tongue licked every inch of skin he passed over, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

“Sit on your heels so he may unclasp your brassiere.”

Once more, she followed Tony’s command.

Kip came around, straddled Tony’s thighs and faced her. Still using only his teeth, he unsnapped the clasp on her bra and pulled it off, tossing it onto the floor.

“That was somewhat amusing, but I find I wish my other senses to be aroused. Harem master, uncover your cock and fuck this pretty slave.”

Kip whipped off his covering, revealing a massive erection.

Marcie gazed transfixed as Tony shifted to his knees behind Kip. Slowly, he unwound the cloth shielding his penis and it sprang free, a drop of precum glistening on its tip.

She licked lips dry with anticipation. She knew what should come next.

Tony addressed Kip.

“Since you have been such a loyal servant, I shall reward you with the blessing of a royal fuck up your ass. What do you say to such largesse?”

Marcie smiled as she remembered Kip’s response. He just couldn’t help it; he was such a clown.

“It is not your ‘large ass’ I wish, Your Highness, but your large prick.” He reached out and squeezed Marcie’s breasts. “And her large tits. Maybe your ‘large ass’ later.”

All three collapsed, laughing, naked, on the bed, Marcie on the bottom of the heap, and soon the laughter changed to moans of pleasure.

First, Kip kneeled between her legs, his prick nudging the entrance to her core. It was her tits, though that fascinated him. He bent his mouth to her breasts, his lips engulfing her nipple, tugging and pulling at one aching point. He kneaded her soft flesh, making her gasp in pleasure with each squeeze. She reached to grasp his cock, doing some squeezing of her own, and smiled when Kip lost control and spilled his cum all over her hand.

“Hey, you were supposed to wait for me, man.” Tony pushed Kip over onto his back and looked at them both. “Well, since you went ahead without me, I’d better clean up the mess.”

He took Kip’s cock deep in his mouth and licked it like it was a candy cane while Kip played with Tony’s balls and slid his hand up and down his penis in rhythm with Tony’s sucking.

Marcie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two men. She loved watching them; watching the play of their muscles as they moved, the sweat dripping from their skin as they fucked. She touched her pussy, damp and still aching, and thrust her fingers deep, fondling her nub that begged for attention.

She whimpered, her cries drawing Kip’s attention and he turned his head, his eyes hot, watching her as she writhed with self-induced pleasure.

“Lover, we’re forgetting our slave. Don’t you think she deserves a reward for her dance?”

Tony turned his face, Kip’s prick still between his lips.

He lifted his mouth and attempted to speak.

“Not yet. I’m not there yet.”

His words held little meaning for her. She was wrapped in a hazy world of sensation that focused on only one thing—how close she was to fulfillment. Her fingers moved faster until the ache was gone and she lay limp upon the bed.

Tony collapsed on top of Kip.

He rolled off, panting, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, Marcie. That was selfish of me. Let me make it up to you.”

Marcie smiled. “You bet your fine ass you will. Starting now.”

She couldn’t remember how many different ways they’d screwed that night, only that, when it was all over, when they lay once more together on top of the rumpled sheets, the smell and taste and feel of sex filling the room, they’d told her it was their last time together.

She couldn’t believe it at first, but finally, she did.

She squirmed now, wishing she could relieve the ache between her thighs, but that would take both Frank and Dave. She almost laughed out loud.

When they’d pulled up at the house, she had actually been excited.

“Shari, you’ve heard me talk about my roommate, Frank. Marcie, don’t let his quietness fool you—just give him a chance. Frank’s a realtor, so I asked him to look at the cabin. I’m thinking about putting it on the market as a rental.” Dave smiled. “I’m glad you’ll be there to keep him company, Marcie.”

Shari had pulled her aside then and whispered urgently in her ear. “He’s available. I didn’t want to tell you ’cause I knew you’d be pissed, but after all, you have to get out if you want to get any.” She grinned. “Come on. He’s almost as good-looking as Dave. It’s just for the weekend. You can’t back out on me now.”

Well, he
was
good-looking.

“Seems we’re riding in the back together.” He offered his hand and then drew her into his arms for a quick hug. “Glad to have you aboard.”

And she was charmed and hopeful. Then she grimaced. There was Frank’s reflection in the window. He gazed at Dave with a longing he barely concealed.

Could no one else see it?

Well, no way would she spill the beans. If Frank hadn’t come out yet, she wouldn't be the one who outed him.

She was just glad she’d packed her vibrator.

* * * *

“Hurry up, guys! The snow is really coming down!”

Dave flicked on one of the old-fashioned table lamps, and a soft glow illuminated the square room, revealing his companions’ snow-covered forms.

“Thank God the electricity is still working.” Shari shook the snowflakes from her hair and blew on her reddened fingers. “We’ll get some coffee on while you boys get the bags.”

Dave nodded.

“Good idea. The kitchen’s on the right, behind the door. I’m sure you can find everything. The caretaker keeps the pantry full, Gran said. We’ll be back in a minute.”

Marcie and Shari tossed their coats on hooks behind the cabin door and disappeared into the small kitchen.

“Dave, Frank, get in here!”

“What the hell happened?” Dave strode into the center of the kitchen and turned around slowly. The kitchen was gutted. No stove, no fridge. It was a mess. The cabinet doors hung half off the hinges. Frank cursed in disbelief.

Dave sank into one of two rickety chairs and shook his head.

“My grandmother hasn’t been here for years, and the last time my grandfather was here was when I was just a kid. He left me the cabin when he passed away last year. The son of a bitch caretaker must have been ripping them off all this time!” He slammed his fist on the table. “When I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him!”

He stood, opened up one of the few cabinet doors not falling off and brought out a broom and dustpan.

“Shari, can you sweep up while I go through the cabinets and see if there’s any kind of food left? Marcie, please check the other rooms and see if there’re any blankets or sheets in the bedrooms? We’ll be stuck here for at least tonight.”

Marcie hurried off and Frank took a crushed box of kitchen matches from the counter.

“There’s some firewood in the other room. I’ll get a fire going. Just for added warmth.”

“Thanks, bro.” Dave ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry things got so fucked up.”

“No problem. Things happen.”

* * * *

“Well, we have tuna fish, several cans of soup, some crackers whose freshness date expired two years ago, some instant coffee, tea, a couple of cans of creamed corn, an unopened jar of peanut butter, honey, dried potato flakes, a half-empty canister of sugar, some salt, and, most important of all, a flashlight and a can opener.”

Shari laughed. “I wanted to lose some weight, just didn’t plan on doing it this way.”

“You’re perfect. I like a woman with something to hold onto.”

Dave snagged her around the waist and drew her back against his chest. He sank into one of the chairs and cupped her breasts, slipping his hands beneath her pullover sweater.

No bra.

He groaned.

“Dammit, Shari, you know what touching you does to me. Why didn’t you wear a bra?”

She spread her legs so that she was riding his thigh. He could feel the dampness right through his jeans.

“Fuck, are you wearing
any
underwear?”

“I thought you’d let someone else do some of the driving.” She turned her head and bit his ear. “I wanted to be ready.” Her nipples pebbled in his hands. “You should have let Frank take a turn.”

He slid one hand beneath the elastic waistband of her skintight ski pants and slipped his finger between her swollen folds. “We can’t do this. Frank or Marcie will be back any second.” He pressed down on her clit. “Tease. You know I can’t make you come now.” He grunted as she wriggled in his arms.

“Later.” He withdrew his hand and brought it to her mouth. “Just a little something to whet your appetite. Taste.”

She licked his fingers, swirling her tongue around each one, nipping and sucking them. She grinned. “And
that’s
from me to you.”

“Did you do this to all your lovers?” He pinched her nipple and she squealed. “Probably not. You wouldn’t still be alive if you messed with anyone else the way you mess with me.”

He shifted her off his lap and smacked her behind.

“Let’s see what Marcie found.”

Shari and Dave went back into the cabin’s main living area, their arms around each other’s waists.

A fire blazed in the fireplace, and a stack of blankets and pillows were piled on the love seat.

Marcie and Frank sat on the rag rug in front of the flickering flames.

“Well, are we going on a starvation diet?” Marcie smoothed her hands over her ample breasts and tiny waist and grinned. “It won’t work, you know. I never can seem to lose weight.”

Dave shook his head. “Not quite. We have some food. Not much.” He paused. “But, we have the most necessary things.”

“Each other?” Marcie asked.

“Nope. A can opener and a flashlight.”

Everyone laughed and the tension dissipated.

“There are two bedrooms and one bath,” Dave continued. He glanced over at Frank and Marcie. “You guys won’t mind sharing, right? I’m going to turn off the heat in the bedrooms to conserve energy and we’ll bank the fire. We’ll divvy up the blankets and sheets. I’d suggest keeping your clothes on in bed. If you want.” His teasing brought smiles from the girls, but no answering one from Frank.

“We’ve got soup and crackers for tonight,” Shari said. “Coffee and crackers for breakfast, and hopefully, by then, the snow will have stopped and we can…what’s wrong?”

Dave shook his head.

“I know this area. The road sucks, and in the best of times, there’s hardly any phone reception here.” He grimaced. “I didn’t count on not having any food or a kitchen.” He sighed. “I need to check on the generator too.” He shook his head. “What a fiasco.” He put his coat back on and picked up the flashlight from the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Marcie rose. “I’m going to look through the closets again. Maybe there are some extra clothes packed away.”