I glared at him from across the room. “No. Make me!”
His eyes flashed with desire and I felt the breath leave my lungs. This was our favourite game and neither of us ever held back. Safety words were for amateurs.
He sighed. “Do I have to restrain you, Sam?”
“Ha! It’s the only way you’re going to get me.” I stood loosely rocking on the balls of my feet in my heavy boots. My pleated tartan skirt gently tickled my thighs above my knee-high black, skull patterned socks.
Graham loosened his tie as he got to his feet. Something about the way I went from looking down at him sitting, to looking up at him standing made me quail a little. The truth was, I’d only ever won once, and that had been a fluke. He was so much bigger and stronger than me.
He took a few confident steps towards me and I backed up, keeping my stance loose to dart left or right. Tie in hand now, the top button of his white shirt undone, he stretched his shoulders and I felt a betraying flood of heat. He rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and untucked his shirt tails from his black chinos. With me wearing a skinny black t-shirt that said “I love Zombies”, red streaks in my hair and a ribbon choker with a dagger pendent, we looked like a pretty odd couple.
The idea of the game was to keep back anything you could. Well, for me it was. For Graham it was to take whatever he could. Other than the one time, when I’d caught a lucky, Goth-booted kick to his groin, I’d never managed to stop him taking anything he wanted. He’d been a lot more wary of my feet since. He also knew that if he ever tried to force me into anal I would likely find some extra strength from somewhere and do him some permanent damage.
He moved left and I dove right, but his move was a feint and he snagged my elbow as I tried to get past him. I yelped, brought my other hand round and dug my fingernails into his wrist. It weakened his grip enough for me to struggle free and I bolted for the door.
I reached the door and wrenched it open. Graham’s hand appeared over my head to slam it closed again before I could get through. He pinned me against it, body pressing up against mine, hot breath in my ear. One day I’d make it through.
“Oh no you don’t,” he whispered. I shivered. He wrenched both my arms behind my back and tied my elbows together. First concession of the day, but that didn’t mean I was done fighting
“Bastard,” I hissed. “Untie me now!”
He just laughed and half dragged, half carried me over to the bed. He pushed me down on my back and I lashed out with my feet. He deflected most of my blows with his palm but I caught one good hit to his upper thigh. It was enough to make him jump back. I rolled to the end of the bed and onto my feet.
Within seconds he had me again. He gripped my bound arms and pushed me up against the wall. I aimed a stomp at his instep but missed. He kept his legs apart to brace himself. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass and cursed myself as I felt my body respond. My skin felt hot and I tingled between my legs. I bucked against him, thrashing my shoulders and trying to push him backwards. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head backwards.
“Keep still,” he growled. I flooded with wetness at the husky sound of his voice.
“Bastard.”
He used his grip on my hair to pull my head sideways and quickly ripped my choker off with his other hand before returning it to my arm. Then he kissed my neck, devouring me and sending surges of heat through me. My legs turned weak but his grip on me held me up. I betrayed myself with a soft moan.
He released his grip on my arm, still pinning me with his body and his hand in my hair, and moved his hand down to my ass. He gave me one short, sharp, broad palmed slap and then slid his hand under my skirt and between my legs.
I tried to squeeze my thighs together but he forced one knee between my legs keeping them apart. He chuckled as his fingers tugged aside my soaked panties and found my betraying wetness beneath.
“See Sam, you can’t hide how much you want me,” he whispered.
He stroked me gently and the fight went out of me. I leaned on the wall for support, lost in a fog of pleasure where all I knew was the touch of his hand on my swollen clit and the touch of his lips on my neck.