"A Worthy Challenge" - Saskia Walker (Adult Contemporary) 
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A Worthy Challenge

Saskia Walker

He said he wanted to buy her a pair of thigh-high, stiletto-heeled boots, just to wear in bed. 

Tina was close to coming at that point anyway, but the idea of such a delectable sex accessory pushed her right to the edge. She was on her back, with Stephan’s upper body pivoting against the heels of her strappy high-heeled sandals, fixing his agile body so that the head of his cock wedged against the front wall of her sex to bring her off. He was fully dressed. Her stockings and dress also remained on. In their desperation to take each other all that had been stripped off were her French lace panties. 

She still had the heels firmly planted against his shoulders when she hit the jackpot. She bit the back of her wrist to stop herself from crying aloud. He groaned. His body seized, then let rip with a succession of grinding thrusts, until he jacked his come with a deep roar. 

As he gasped to regain his breath, she pushed his body away from her. 

“Thigh-high?” she replied, as nonchalantly as possible. 

He nodded and grabbed one of her ankles as she lowered it to the bed. He took her foot to his mouth, outlined her big toe with his tongue, and smiled at her in the most suggestive way. 

“Go for it,” she said, feigning self-control while her body burned up in the aftermath of their passions. She figured he was the type of man who liked a challenge, and she was right. Stephan did go for it, just as he had on their first night, when the mutual antagonism between them turned itself into an exchange much more satisfying. 

As soon as she met him she’d been fascinated, curious but wary. He was a difficult man to read and she certainly wouldn’t have guessed that they would answer so many of each other’s fantasies. She met Stephan through her friend’s monthly role-playing games weekends. She’d known Kate since University, when Kate had taught Tina to play chess on a rusty magnetic travel kit in the common room of their hall of residence. They’d spent entertaining evenings playing games that were punctuated with chatter about life and men. That had set the pattern for their friendship. Ten years on and they still played chess, although now it was on a jet and ivory inlaid board at Kate’s beautiful home. 

When Kate asked her to come along and join in their monthly game playing venture — which was more the project of her husband, Ray, a computer wizard with his own web design company — Tina hesitated. 

“You’ll meet some interesting people,” Kate had teased, stroking her finger over the head of her pawn, before making her move on the chessboard. She was smiling to herself then, she was still smiling to herself as she sat at the head of the table during dinner when Tina had arrived to join the other regular guests. Tina wondered, even then, what other sort of game was in her friend’s mind.

She had arrived late, but in time to witness Stephan crucifying one of the other guests about his thoughts on the future of technology. He was so opinionated, forthright, yet there was a contained air about him, something suggestive of the controlled sexual predator. When he was introduced he cast a look over her that made her cream in a split second. 

At first it annoyed her that she found him so attractive, because he certainly wasn’t the type of man she wanted to be attracted to. Too cocksure and arrogant. She talked to him politely, distantly, when introduced. It was an act. She was immediately curious, she couldn’t help herself. He was watching her as she twined her fingers in her hair. 

Stop it, she told herself, annoyed. Everyone knows that’s a sign of sexual frustration. In her discomfort her gaze dropped down and rested on the long key chain that trailed from his belt. It hung heavy and determined against his arrogant hip. It lapped rhythmically against his thigh as he walked and drew her attention to his sexual power. She was already hot, right then she began cloying inside. 

When she entered the games workshop on the Saturday morning she let her eyes run over the assembled occupants and found herself again immediately drawn to Stephan, just as she had been the night before. He was engrossed in his computer game on the opposite side of the room, his hand stroking slowly over the dark stubble on his chin. He was well-built, but lean and muscular, with a sinuous energy that seemed to be forever uncoiling in his body. His ash-colored hair was cropped and spiked with sun-bleached tips. He looked like a mercenary, she thought to herself, and how apt that was, she later reflected. He wore charcoal grays and faded black combats, his eyes echoing that same sharp grey metal intensity that seemed to characterize him. 

“He’s quite the games master, works at Ray’s company,” Kate informed her, while describing the game under way, when she observed Tina looking over at Stephan.

“He’s very arrogant,” Tina replied, “judging from that conversation last night.” 

Kate didn’t answer, but her smile was accusing. She could tell Tina was interested.
Ray had networked a dozen computers together in their computer workshop, a purpose built extension tacked onto the back of their comfortable north London mansion, along with a Jacuzzi room and a billiard room. A variety of games were played both on PC and in role-playing games. Tina couldn’t help but love the arch-camp of the latter, and the veiled interactions between the participants.

Most of the guests lived locally, but a few of them stayed overnight at Kate and Ray’s, occupying the comfortable guestrooms. Stephan was one of the others who stayed over. He lived on the other side of London. She didn’t know any more about him and she didn’t feel the need to, at first. She told herself it was the thrill of the games and the luxury of being removed into a slightly different world that kept her going on the monthly weekends there. She wouldn’t admit to herself that she wanted to see whether anything more intimate would happen between her and Stephan. 

The flare-ups between them when they argued during dinner discussions, and the way they went for each other during head-to-head gaming sessions seemed to preclude any notion of a relationship. Kate often joked about having to referee during their conversations. 

At the computer terminals, deep in the virtual battleground of Command and Conquer, she wondered if it was him that waited to attack her there, half expecting his battalion of tanks to confront her before her radar was up. The thought filled her with a thrill that slowed her actions. She glanced up and met his mocking grey eyes across the computer terminals. Looking back down, she discovered that she’d been tricked: her flag had been captured. “Damn you,” she muttered, under her breath. 

Later, at the after-dinner role-playing session, she retaliated. The group chose Vampire: The Masquerade. It was Kate’s favorite and she lit the room with candles, kept the flow of wine and brandy plentiful, and supplied them all with accessories to enhance their roles. Kate chose their histories. Stephan was designated a Toreador. 

Obsessed with beauty, he was given a pair of theatre glasses through which he had to observe the proceedings. He toyed with them continually, his hands enjoying the surface and shape as he watched the game. 

Tina wore a velvet wrap and a feather boa which she ran back and forth around her neck to keep her restless fingers active. It was hard to concentrate, but she just about managed, and later took advantage of her role as a Daughter of Cacophony. She attacked his strongholds, striking with knowledge of his weakness, undermining his line of his attack. She created a Blood Bond with him, thereby turning him into her servant. 

Everyone clapped when he conceded defeat. 

She felt the thrill: she had won this stage of the game. Then he gave her a discrete smile that planted a doubt in her mind: had he let her win? She resisted the urge to stomp out of the room. He was insufferable! His mouth was a wide sardonic line that curled to one side and made her want to bite his lip in return. He was such a turn-on, such an arrogant, annoying turn-on. The tension between them crackled, tangibly. Their first private encounter had been filled with exactly the same sort of tension.

“You need someone to challenge you.” 

She jumped. She’d been walking up the stairs as he strode out of the darkness on the landing. He was stripped to the waist. A nagging want in the pit of her belly rapidly made itself known. She tried to drag her eyes from the sleek tautness of his chest muscles.

“And you would know what I need?” She hoped it sounded dismissive.

“You are an intelligent woman...you need an intelligent man to spark with.” 

God, he was intolerable! Her blood was beginning to boil. “I need you to give me a break is what I need, you arrogant prig.” It was a knee jerk reaction. She wanted to swallow her words as soon as she had spoken them. 

He seemed totally unfazed by her response. “I’m serious, you need a challenge.” His expression was indeed serious, and his words were laden with suggestion. 

She felt the heat from her blood rise to the surface of her skin and began to turn away from him, towards the doorway to her room. His hand darted out and grabbed her wrist, drawing her back. 

“No...” His tone was controlling. “You’re not going. I haven’t finished with you yet.” 

She gave a dismissive laugh. “And who are you to decide?” She let him hold her wrist though. There was something immensely satisfying about the way he held her so tightly. His eyes were alight with desire, she could see it plainly now and it led a dark thrill through her entire body. He didn’t reply to her question, but traced his free hand up the line of her arm, to rest on her shoulder. Her breathing was constricted. His sharp masculine scent was already chasing itself inside her body.

“We’re going to drive each other up the wall,” he whispered, low. His eyes rested on her breasts, knowingly. She could feel her nipples tugging on the silk of her shirt, and knew that he could see it too. 

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you want me.” 

His knowing look enraged her, and she reacted. She pushed him against the wall, swiftly, her hands locked around his upper arms. 

“And I want you too,” he murmured. 

His remark stunned her; she lost her grip on him. He backed her up against the opposite wall, their bodies ricocheting together. Before she knew what was happening, they were kissing. She had wanted to hit the arrogant beast, and yet there she was, kissing him! 

“Your room or mine,” he asked, while they caught their breath. 

Footsteps sounded on the stairs behind them. Her room was right there. She swung the door open and stepped inside. She wanted him, oh yes. There was no denying it now. He closed the door carefully and deliberately and walked over to her. She slid one hand up to his neck, the other pressed flat against his chest. Her hips moved against him, pressing into his body. Her fingernails plucked at the back of his neck. He had offered her a challenge, but she was going to make him prove himself, too.

“So...give me a challenge, if you think that’s what I need.” She tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with provocation, her fingers entwined in his hair. There was that lean smile of his again. God it made her cream for him. 

He leaned over her to kiss her mouth, his tongue probing inside demandingly. Her hands were already clawing at his belt and hips. They moved together, across the room and towards the bed. 

“I knew you’d be like this.” He gave a sly chuckle. 

She raked her nails over the surface of his chest, drawing a gasp from him. “Shut up or I’ll slap you,” she replied, but she couldn’t help smiling. She pulled open his belt, whipped it out from its place and threw it across the room. She tugged on his buttons until she freed his cock from his jeans. He groaned at her ferocity, pulled her shirt over her head, and pushed her onto the bed. She rolled across it, her body flexing. He stripped off his boots and jeans. She watched the movement of his body in the lamplight. His leanly-muscled shoulders gleamed as he moved back to her and the line of his chest drew her fingers to it. It was strong and defined and she sat forward and followed the pattern of it down to his navel, and beyond. Her fingers encircled his rock-hard cock and slid down to feel the tautness of his balls in her hands. 

“Wait.” He caught her chin with his hand, fixing her gaze with his. 

She dropped her hand and leaned back on the bed while he finished his undressing of her, roughly stripping her jeans and underwear off, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. She saw his cock twitch with eagerness for her and moaned, one arm opened out to him. He leaned over her and rolled her breasts in his hand as he sucked deeply at her nipples. She was beginning to lose sight of the room; the physical desperation was taking over her senses completely. Her hands followed in the wake of his mouth on her body, her fingers attempting to still the fevered nerves beneath her skin.

“Don’t touch!” he commanded, when her fingers crushed over her hungry breasts, and he threw her arms back against the bed. 

She gasped, amazed but thrilled.

His mouth moved down across her abdomen and then he reached forward to bury his face deep between her thighs. She moaned and writhed beneath him and then her breath caught when his tongue began assaulting her clit. Her hands flew across his back, nails drawing across him as he rode his tongue up and down. God he was keen. 

He flexed his back slightly at the scratch, and then he pulled back and climbed over her opening thighs. A hot, hard nudge found her opening quickly and he eased the head of his cock inside. Rising up on his arms, his body looming over her, he paused to look at the need in her face. She drew her thighs up around his flanks, begging for his thrusts there. 

“Stephan...” she pleaded, her hands clutching at him. 

With a self-satisfied smile and a deep lunge, he drew from her throat the primal sound that confirmed her both captor, and prey. 

His cock inside her aching sex felt so good, she bent her knees high on either side of him and took him deep inside her, matching his every movement stride for stride, a pant freeing from her throat each time their bodies met. When their strides began to become fevered, he ground his hips into her. She cried out, clutching onto his body with claw-like hands. She clung to him, her hips grinding, her pelvis pressing her clitoris hard against him for relief. He pulled back slightly as his shaft swelled high up against her, but she followed him, moving like a wild creature beneath him. 

“Harder!” she cried, and he plunged into her, sliding his shaft almost out and then deep inside again and again. Her own movements dissolved, as did her sex, her hips curled right up to him to take his thrusts. She let him take the rhythm, all the while crying out: “Harder Stephan, harder,” until finally hot ripples spasmed through her, moving in dense circuits over her body as his cock throbbed and glided against her drenched sex. When he came she was still in the grip of her orgasm, her body carried by a hot tide of pleasure.

“Vixen,” he whispered, close against her ear. “I haven’t done with you yet.”

“What?” She lay back on the bed, breath scratching back into her lungs. 

He rolled to one side and his hands slipped across the damp skin of her torso. He reached down to her open legs and thrust two fingers inside her. She cried out and her knees came up, her thighs resting against the muscle of his arm. He laughed, it had a dark edge. He began rocking his fingers inside her, his thumb sliding up to her clit. 

It was full and exquisitely raw with sensation, and he stroked his thumb tip lightly across it, drawing another moan from her. She contracted against his fingers. The smell of sex was heavy between them, its rich cream spreading in his hand. 

“You’re quite a woman,” he whispered. 

Patronizing as ever, she thought, but she was powerless to respond. His thumb had found its rhythm, circling her clit, each slow movement releasing another blissful pang of pleasure, causing her to moan and arch her body. He had caught her before the last orgasm had completely left her body, and she felt little consciousness, only the physical response to his firm fingers on her throbbing sex. Everything was focused there. Her reactions were mindless; she was purely physical in her abandon. 

“Come to me again, I want to watch,” he breathed. He gently increased the motion of his fingers and she raised her upper body from the bed, impaled by the motion of his fingers, her hands grasping at his body without strength. It descended on her suddenly, no cry this time, just her breath fluttering slowly to a pause as the intense moment of the peak hovered within her body, and then breath came back into her lungs. She draped over his shoulder, locking her thighs on his arm and rocked herself back and forth until the heat had died away. Then she wilted against him. After a quiet moment, he rolled her into the bed for sleep.

“I do believe that you enjoyed that.” He gave a dark chuckle. 

“Maybe...just maybe I enjoyed that,” she replied, her tone measured, as he lay down beside her. 

He laughed again, softly. 

“Just maybe...” she added, smiling to herself. Annoyed as she was by his cock-sure attitude intruding on her current state of bliss, she couldn’t help smiling. As she fell into a deep slumber, his hand caressed the outline of her body, tenderly, in the darkness. Strangely, it was the most intimate gesture he had offered her. 

From that moment on, each role-playing weekend was to end in role-playing of the sexual kind.

*

“People fascinate me.” Ray perched on the edge of Stephan’s desk, cradling his coffee cup in one hand. “You know, watching them play…negotiating each other.” 
Stephan sat back in his chair, balanced the pen he was holding between his hands and lifted one eyebrow. “Stop fishing, Ray.”

Ray gave a shallow laugh. “I’ve got to stay one step ahead of Kate. She’s going to tell me what she thinks soon enough, and I need to form my own opinion. It’s the battle of the sexes.”

“Is that what it is?” Stephan couldn’t help smiling. He admired Kate and Ray’s relationship. It was based on healthy respect for inventiveness and challenge. 

“So, are you going to spill, or do I have to invent an uninformed opinion?”

“Does Tina spill to Kate? No, wait.” He flipped the pen onto his desk. “Let me answer that one. I bet she doesn’t.” Something that felt oddly like pride swelled in his chest. 

Ray took a sip of his coffee. “A bet, hmm? Okay, a bottle of the best malt whisky you can find, if I can extract an answer to your question.” 

Stephan couldn’t hold back his grin. “You’re on.” He didn’t even know if he wanted that kind of information, but what the heck? 

When Ray returned to his office, Stephan swiveled in his seat, staring at his VDU with unseeing eyes. He wasn’t thinking about work, He was thinking about her. Her body, her smile, the flash in her eyes. She was all fire and vitality, and he wanted her. More than he’d ever wanted any other prize.

* 

Neither of them made a move to meet at any other time, other than at the games weekends. But when she was coursing the Internet, at work — where she researched via the stores of knowledge cached there — she would pause at a website when she saw the company name, wondering if he had perhaps designed it. 

He hadn’t even told her his last name. But what if he had? She knew the unspoken rules. Their communication was limited: it was all part of the game, even if it meant the days dragged when she longed to hear the sound of his voice and the nights were restless with longing for his body next to hers. At Kate and Ray’s house the anticipation flared up between them each day. It was an un-stated agreement between them that their nights would be spent locked in battle of a different kind. 

In time, they began to talk. Little things that slowly built a picture. He lived alone, apart from the stray cat that he claimed had adopted him, not the other way around. He’d grown up an army child, moved from place to place. She wondered if that accounted for his loner qualities. She described her house mates, her upbringing in the West Country and her love of research. In time she began to feel she knew him more. And he knew her – boy did he know her! 

“Show me,” he said the following weekend. He stood at the foot of the bed, his head jerking back as his eyes focused on her fingers. She realized they were lying in the crook of her naked hipbone, softly drawing circles across the sensitive skin there. She let his command draw them down, into the close heat of her sex folds. Her thighs opened. 

“Gorgeous.” A smile crossed his face. “Show me some more.” His hand began to ride up and down the length of his cock. 

She wanted to grab at him and force that hardness inside her, she wanted to push his arrogant smile into her sex and make him eat the result of his words. But, at the same time, she relished the feeling of his gaze as her fingers stroked her clitoris. And the sight of his beautiful body jutting forwards at the hip to greet the pressure of his own hand was too, too divine. What was it to be, this time? Last time he had taken her like a cat, thrusting at her from behind, biting the back of her neck as she came, ramming hard up against her palpating cervix. 

He turned, eventually, and reached for his jeans, which lay crumpled on the floor. She watched as he pulled the belt from them, slowly releasing the long key chain from its enclosure. The key chain. 

She hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off it when she’d first met him. He unhooked the keys and snapped it free from the belt. She was burning up, remembering how she’d immediately noticed it and associated it with his sexuality. Could he read her mind? 

The snake-like coil, topped with its gnarled fob, hung in his hand. His eyes were filled with dark energy. He touched one end of the chain against her naked belly. She looked at his cock. Always in her mind she saw it with that chain on the hip, that chain.

He kissed her, gently. Her eyes closed. She felt the roll of the chain over her breasts — wincing slightly when it passed over her nipples, but longing for the return of its pressure on them when it moved on — and brushed gently over her chin. She felt the chain slide between her lips, across her tongue. His tongue pursued it, and arrested hers, the cold locks of chain moving between their tongues. He shifted it from side to side, and then drew it free. 

She gasped when she felt his finger steal inside her, the ridged knot of his knuckle nudged up against her clitoris and the stretch of his finger moved inside her, stealing into the humid wetness that awaited him. She felt the cold brush of the chain against her thigh. Her breath was caught on the bend of his finger, wondering, what was he going to do next? He nudged forward, the head of the key fob inside the crook of his finger, and propelled it deep inside her. The cold hardness of the fob leading the coiled sliver of the chain, alongside his hot agile finger, drew a lingering moan from her. She was spilling inside and he withdrew his finger slowly, so slowly, leaving the chain inside her. She could no longer breathe normally, her breath seeped in and out, carried on her moans of desire. 

He was watching her, his breath stable, but barely. She was his willing supplicant at that moment. Truly, she was. The chain began to move. She saw it first in the flex of his biceps and then the result of his movement inside her: so intense, so specific. 
Each nub and dip of the chain ran along the sensitive ring of muscle that lined the entrance to her sex when he drew it out. Oh yes, each smooth hard nub and dip sent ripples of pleasure through her every nerve ending. Oh, how she moaned!

He drew the chain out then paused, and pushed the bulk of it back inside, pulled gently against it again, until finally he withdrew it. He ran its coils across his tongue, sucking her juices from it, before dropping it on the floor beside the bed. She rolled onto her side, an anguished moan of need escaping her. It wasn’t long before his hard shaft slid inside to replace the more malleable shape of the metal, exquisite sensation upon exquisite sensation.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, sweetheart?” he whispered to her, in between slow, deep thrusts, and luxuriant kisses. “Don’t let me hurt you, babe, don’t let me hurt you.” 

He was so intimate, so serious. He wasn’t talking about sex. He was asking her about something else. She knew then that she loved him.

*

“Looks like I lost the bet.” Ray shook his head. “Not a word has passed her lips.” 

Stephan nodded. “Thought as much. She’s strong.” Why did he feel disappointed? He wanted her to be all fire and ice. Perhaps he needed to hear it wasn’t just about sex; that she wanted more. Like he did. Just ask her, fool. He shrugged off the devil who prodded his conscience. Something had to give, that was for sure, but could he take the risk and lose all?

“You’ve fallen, Stephan.” Ray grinned at him. 

“I refuse to answer that on the grounds of incriminating myself, not to mention the fact that I’d be providing you with ammunition for your battle of the sexes.” He shoved his hand in his pockets, smiling, although it was tight. 

“Enough said.” He winked. “If it counts for anything, I think she’s smitten too.” He slapped Stephan on the back. “Go for it.” 

Stephan stared at his retreating figure with a frown. Go for it. How in hell could he overcome the barrier he’d made by setting the game in action? For the first time in his life he felt unprepared, disarmed. Raw. 

And all this was down to a woman. Tina. Fuck it. He was in love. 

*

“Stephan’s leaving the group.” Kate watched Tina’s reaction, as if trying to gauge how involved they had become. Tina tried to hold her wine glass steady and not react. They were in the kitchen, organizing some refreshments. 

“Really?” She turned to pick up a tray, averting her eyes from her knowing friend.

“He’s going to Zurich. He’s been seconded for a few months. We’ll miss him at the games weekends, won’t we?” She glanced at Tina. “He added some excitement.” She wore her most insinuating smile. 

Tina nodded, thoughtfully. “Yes.” She shot a glance at her friend. “Were you supposed to tell me that?”

“Nope. Ray doesn’t even know that I found out, so don’t breathe a word.”

Kate was arming her with knowledge she could use. Tina nodded, gave a breathless laugh, settling the tray before she moved off again. She loved the man. She wanted more of him, not less. If she knew him at all, this meant she would have to play the game even more carefully.

* 

That night she drew him into her room, tugging at his hip via the key chain at his belt. How could he not love that? They’d already locked their bodies in passion once earlier that day, creeping off together for some fierce and frantic fucking. She’d told him she needed him to be rock hard inside her, and he had, oh how he had. 

And now he stood by the bed watching as she shed her clothes. He wanted to put her on a pedestal and worship her. Instead, he reached down and pulled out the box he’d hidden under her bed earlier that evening. 

“Something for you,” he offered. 

“How lovely.” She lay back over the pillows, her breasts jutting at him provocatively.

He removed the lid, lifted the layers of tissue paper back. He turned to look at her as he slid one boot out of the tissue, watching her eyes light. He was already hard when he pulled out the second boot. He wanted to feel the bite of them when he fucked her again, and she knew it. 

She smiled as she looked down at the boots. They stood, elegantly, their sheen luxurious and sexual. “They’re gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like them. Do you want try them on?”

“Oh yes, I want to wear them. Right now.” 

The look in her eyes assured him she was as turned on by it as he was. She wanted him to fuck her while she had his chest pinned away from her with their oh-so-fucking-chic heels. He held one out to her. 

She leaned forward, took the boot and pulled it on, slowly drawing up the zipper. She twisted her thigh slowly from side to side, watching the light glint over the PVC surface, and then she held out her hand for its partner. He passed it to her. Fire ran in his blood. She smiled. It looked like the gentle smile of the conqueror, about to devour their prey. Why did he feel as if she had the upper hand here?
Boots on, she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over the softly, rigid lines of the PVC around her knees and thighs. Her fingers trailed on into the damp heat of her pussy. 

He stood up, his body taut with need as he stripped off. 

“No”, she said as he climbed over, and thrust his body back with a jab of her booted toe. She reached over and clutched at him, rampant with feminine power. 

He was shocked; so shocked that in a flash she had him over on his back. She straddled him, his arms pinned down with vice-like hands. He thrust up beneath her. “What, you want to play mistress,” he challenged. 

“You bring me mistress boots, what do you expect?”

“You’ve got me there.” He hadn’t thought of that angle, but the idea intrigued him so he smiled and nodded. He wanted to see what she made of the role. 

“Good. But I’d like to be sure.” 

Sure? 

She bent over him and he reached for her breasts, but she pushed his hands down. From beneath her pillow, she pulled out a set of handcuffs. Before he had a chance to comment, she snatched at his hands and fastened his wrists to the ornate wrought-iron headboard. 

“Fuck.” He gave a hoarse laugh, genuinely surprised. 

She rested over his hips, pressing his erection between the softness of her thighs. She didn’t take him inside. 

It was maddening. His cock pounded, his hips moving of their own accord. He tried to free his wrists. Need was making him senseless. 

“Beg,” she demanded, moving her damp pussy over the hardness of his shaft, tantalizingly. 

He groaned, eyes closing, his wrists jerking against their enclosure. “I’ll break the bed!” He looked up at his tethered wrists, jerked the metal in a mock attempt to threaten her.

She ran a soothing hand over his chest, cooing gently. She could easily second-guess him now, how had he not noticed that? “Hush now...and tell me what you want. Tell me, Stephan.” 

“You...I want you, please...” His tone was controlled, but his emotions were hardly in check. She’d unlatched his anchors, set him adrift. He was entirely at her will, and that didn’t lay easy with the fact he was totally wired with the kind of sexual tension that demanded action. 

“Well, let’s see now…” She grasped his cock, stunning the breath from his lungs. “Like this?” She plunged down onto him. 

His vision blurred. He cursed with relief. But when she had him lodged deep and hard inside, she turned her attention to her breasts, fingers kneading and stroking, her legs settling in against him. The boots felt outrageously sexy, trapping his thighs, taunting his need to dominate. His cock throbbed, longing for action, but her hips stayed still upon him. 

“Tina?”

“Beg!”

He swore under his breath, shaking his head. “Insanity is fast becoming a possibility here.”

“Then get on with it, beg,” she encouraged, smiling decadently.

“You’re such a tease.” He looked up at her through narrowed eyes. “Please, Mistress.” 

“Please what?”

“Please... MOVE!” He roared, laughing aloud. His hips were lifting them both from the bed, pushing at her in demand. She parried his thrusts, watching his desperation with pleasure.

“Please move...” His voice was quieter. He was desperate. 

With a sexy laugh, she began to ride him with abandon, her nails raking over his chest as she clutched at him from inside and out. The look of her thrusting on his upright cock was enough to make him come, but her actions had him trapped on the brink. She crushed down on him over and again, her hot cunt eating him up with every stride. When she broke his climax free, her boots were pressed hard into his flanks, gripping him tightly.

“Oh, yes,” he cried, when he felt the bite, the scratch and the spasms inside her. “Oh dear god, Tina, I want you...” He felt the heat inside her well up and she melted on him. She stroked him gently and kissed him, for a long while, before she released him.

As she lay in his arms he stared deep into her eyes, his hands stroking over her body, gently. “You love it, don’t you?” he whispered. He wanted her to say yes, he wanted her to say that she loved him too, but she held back, her eyes assessing, thoughtful. How could he blame her? He’d set the rules. It was up to him to break them down. He just needed a sign that she wanted more. He stroked her, silently. 

“Do you always have to win?” she asked, eventually. 

“No, but I admit that I find it hard to concede defeat.”

“I just made you do that.” Her smile was cheeky. 

He felt exposed, but somehow relieved. “So you did.” He chuckled and kissed the end of her nose. Tomorrow, tomorrow he’d tell her. 

* 

“I’m leaving London, for Switzerland.” He said it casually and reached for his coffee cup. 

She noticed he didn’t mention the fact it wasn’t a permanent move. He looked as if he was about to add something, but waited for her response. She smiled down into her own coffee. “That’s a shame.” She stood up, waiting until he looked up and met her gaze. 

For a split second shock passed over his face. “Yes, isn’t it.” His voice was gruff. He stood up, latching his key chain onto his belt, distractedly. 

She reached over and pulled the chain back out of his pocket again. “Can I have it, as a souvenir?” She tugged on it. “I can think of you when I play with it,” she added, suggestively. She’d called his bluff, but he knew she wanted more than that. 

He stared at her. “You’re a bad girl, how’s a man supposed to get any work done, thinking about that?” He gave a quiet laugh. He took off his keys, unlatched the chain and coiled it slowly into her hand. 

“Thank you.” She turned away.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks,” he offered. 

She bit her lip to resist the smile. She wanted him to say more. 

“And I’ll call you.” He touched her tentatively on the shoulder. His hand lingered, and then his arms crept around her and pulled her body closer to his. She rested against him, moving seductively, urging him on. She could feel the tension in him as sure as a loaded weapon against her back. After what seemed an eternity he turned her round in his arms. “You really are a vixen.”

“Who, me?”

He was in a sorry state. She felt a pang of sympathy and touched her fingers across his mouth, rested a kiss on his cheek, and breached the gap for him. He exhaled the tension audibly and reached to stroke her hair. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and you’re bringing me to my knees here,” he whispered, as if to himself. 

“You know, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

His eyes rounded. “Fuck it, Tina. I love you.”

She stared at him, wondering if she’d imagined it, but no, the pleading look in his eyes assured he wasn’t. “I know how hard that was for you…”

“Don’t you play with me!”

“Ha! Look who’s talking.” She chuckled and reached to wrap her fingers around the back of his neck, drawing his head down. “In that case, it’s a good job I love you too.”

He held back for a moment, until it sank in. Then he kissed her, and it was total. He moved against her with desperation, clutching at her. She welcomed him in, her tongue teasing his, her arms locked around him. When he eased away, his eyes twinkled in a way she hadn’t seen before. It made her heart brim with pleasure. 

“Look, why don’t you take a few days off work and come with me…we can explore the place together, you can help me get settled in and all?” His voice was hoarse. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” She rocked her hips against him, felt his growing erection.

“You really wanted me to beg, didn’t you?”

“Hey, I already had you do that.”

He shook his head. “You know, some men would call you a ball breaker.”

“And you, what do you call me?”

He grinned. “A worthy challenge.” 

END