Seduced by the Game (58 page)

Helpful as ever, Dean came
up to her side with a smirk on his lips. “She liked it.”

Rolling her eyes, Madeline
held her hand out. “Could you pass me a flogger, Dean? And
not
the
rubber one?”

“I wouldn’t have you start
on him with a rubber one.” Dean reached into his bag and took out a midsized
flogger with long black and red suede falls about the length of her forearm. He
smiled as he handed it to her. “You can keep this one. It’s new, a gift from a
Domme I trained. She made it herself, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her
the strands are too short for the impact play I do.”

Considering the rubber
flogger he’d used on her, Madeline wasn’t surprised. But she was feeling a
little airy and quite happy. A nice rush of endorphins.

Maybe he’s not really an
asshole. He can be…decent.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Now,
stand facing Tim, feet shoulder-width apart.” Dean shook his head as she did as
he asked. “No, not like you’re waiting for a bus. Like you’re a queen, tall and
proud. Yes, that’s better. Find the hand you feel most comfortable with.”

Her whole body quivered
with excitement. She looked at Tim and laughed when he grinned at her. If she
hadn’t felt magnificent with the stance, his appreciative gaze, so full of heat
and something close to worship, would have done it.

“We’re going to keep this
light. Trail the flogger over his flesh and…” Dean stopped and cleared his
throat. When she turned to him, he was staring at the wall. “I apologize. This
is awkward. You can try a few light thuds by running the falls through your
hand. Aim at the same spot every time. When you practice, use a pillow to see
if you can go harder with accuracy. I’ll show you further techniques when my
brother isn’t sitting in front of us almost naked with a fucking hard-on.”

Struggling not to laugh
again, this time at Dean’s discomfort, Madeline gently teased Tim with the soft
suede, running the falls up his thigh, avoiding his swelling dick and letting
them drift over his chest. She made them sway with a playful flick of her
wrist. Wrapped one arm around Tim’s neck and kissed him as she flicked the
flogger against the side of his leg.

A little harder than
intended. She winced as half the falls hit her own leg.

Dean groaned and took the
flogger away from her. “The lesson is over. My pupils don’t accidentally flog
themselves. No toys for you two tonight.”

Tim dropped his head back
as she slid her hands between them and cupped his balls through his boxers. “We
don’t need them.”

She knew Dean had walked
away, but she realized Tim was right. She’d taken over all on her own, and
right now, no tools or toys or instructions were needed. She knew what she
wanted and exactly how to get it.

Every scene she’d ever
participated in had tapped into the passive side of her that was so eager to
please. This, this was different and exciting. Instead of giving, she could
take. Tim wasn’t as big as his brother, but he was still strong. She couldn’t
physically overpower him, could do nothing if he decided he wanted the control
back. But that was part of the thrill.

At this moment, he would
do anything she asked. In a breath he could flip her on her back and demand she
give in to his every desire. She couldn’t decide which she wanted more.

The wonderful thing was,
she didn’t have to. She could simply go with whatever felt right.

Thigh muscles hardening as
she straddled his lap, Tim tipped his head back as she kissed and bit along his
throat, giving her better access. She tasted his pulse under her tongue and
undulated her hips to feel it race. A little past the thick vein his neck muscles
were tight and hard. She kissed him there, opening her mouth to lightly suck,
then bit down hard.

His whole body jerked. He
groaned and the sound traveled through her like an intimate touch slipping from
low in her belly to the moist heat between her thighs. She leaned back a
little, smiling at him as she slid her hand into her panties to touch herself
and ease the needy ache building more and more with every second she drew this
out.

He licked his lips and
dropped his gaze to her hand. “Madeline, you’re killing me.”

“You.” She arched her
body, riding her fingers, her tone breathless as she brought herself to the
very edge of climax. “Do not have permission to speak.”

He let out a hungry growl
and she had to withdraw her fingers before she came. Years of playing had
taught her to read her own body well, and the right touch, the right sound,
would set her off. But she wasn’t ready to let go just yet. She flicked her
tongue over his moist lips and rose, stepping back so she could remove her
panties. Bending over, she hooked her fingers to the elastic of his boxer
briefs. He didn’t wait to be told to lift his hips.

She had him completely
naked, available for however she wanted to use him. She took a moment to enjoy
the sight of him, his skin a light golden shade, as though he spent some of his
time in the Southern states in the sun, but not much. His body was toned, but
he didn’t have a cut six-pack, just nice definition under a light brown
sprinkling of curly hair. And his dick…she lowered herself slowly to her knees,
running her hands up his thighs, admiring the length of him, slightly darker
than the rest of his skin with the blood pulsing into the thick head of his
cock.

“Yes.” Tim whispered as
she kissed him, just the slightest brush of her lips at the top of his
feverishly hot dick. He was behaving so well, keeping his hands where they
belonged, so she wouldn’t chastise him for that one word.

No, she would reward him
for his surrender. He wasn’t demanding more. She could feel him trembling with
desire, but as she took him in her mouth, he didn’t attempt to thrust in. To
take more.

A slightly salty slickness
filled the slit under her tongue. She lapped it up, then opened her mouth wide
to take him in, using only her lips on him. Her gaze on his face, her own body
responded to the lust in his eyes, in his every breath, in how hard he fought
to remain perfectly still. She slid up, then down, changing the pressure of her
tongue on the underside of his cock with each pass.

Her knees were a little
sore, but she liked that. The ache kept her grounded, kept her from going too
fast as she savored the texture of his flesh, the heat. The way her lips
stretched around him as she took him deeper and deeper had her pussy
tightening, craving the fullness he could give her. She swallowed around him as
he hit the back of her throat, and brought her hand up to squeeze his balls
when he shuddered and his thighs clenched against her shoulders.

She released him with a
long, slow suck as she lifted her head. Stared up at him. Loving the
unrestrained passion in his eyes. Desperate to feel it. “Let go of the chair,
Tim. Touch me.”

He lifted her even as he
lunged out of the chair, his knees hitting the floor hard while he carefully
lowered her to the floor. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he
freed her breasts from the top of her corset. He cupped her breasts in his
hands and bent over her to bury his face between them. The shift in control had
her shifting restlessly beneath him, the ache between her thighs almost painful
as he pressed against her, not trying to thrust in, but pleasuring her with the
slick glide of his dick between her wet folds.

“I want you so fucking
bad, Madeline. It killed me not to touch you before, but the way you looked,
like a Goddess.” He caught a hard nipple with his teeth and tugged, shooting a
sweet pain into her breast. “You’re not a sub. You wield control so naturally,
so beautifully.”

His suction on her nipple
made her whimper with need. She clawed at his back as he stretched her flesh in
his mouth. “But this is perfect. Not always me, right?”

She wasn’t sure if that
made any sense, her brain had ceased functioning, but he made a muffled sound
of agreement as he moved to her other breast.

“Not always you. Whatever
feels good.” He reached out blindly, slapping the floor before pushing off her.
“He left his bag.”

Tim not touching her was
not working for her. She pushed up on her elbows to see what he was doing.
“Dean? You’re worried about your brother forgetting his things?
Now
?”

“No, I need the bag for…
There we go.” He plucked out a condom and lunged at her. “Fuck my brother. I
have what I need.”

She laughed as he tried to
kiss her and open the condom at the same time. “No thank you. And give me
that.”

He grinned at her, then
bent down to kiss her throat. “I have done this before.”

“You’re a mess.” She
snatched the condom and shoved him off her. For some reason, their play being
lighthearted and fun aroused her even more. She’d never laughed or smiled or
talked to a man so much before sex. Anything that didn’t go perfectly had
always killed the mood, but she was pretty sure the warehouse collapsing on
their heads wouldn’t slow them down at all. She climbed over him as he lay on
his back and took a firm grip of his dick before covering him. “And you’re
beautiful.”

“Men aren’t beautiful,
love.” He gathered her in his arms, her hair in his hands, his lips pressed to
hers as she held him between her thighs. “I love you.”

She shook her head, trying
to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across her face. “Only teenagers
start saying that so fast. We shouldn’t—”

“Tell me you don’t love
me.” He tugged at her hair when she tried to distract him by easing herself
down on him. “Say it.”

“No.” She bent down and
bit his bottom lip, letting her smile loose. Then she took him into her body
with a swift dip of her hips. “I won’t lie to you, Tim.”

There was a coolness in
the room, breaking through the patchy warmth from the heaters, but her skin,
and his, was slick with sweat. The rise and fall of her hips dragged her closer
and closer to the edge until the pleasure boiled out of control like a pot of
broth on a burner set on high. Everything inside her locked down on the
sensation, torn between wanting more and resisting the overwhelming ecstasy.
She couldn’t force herself over.

Winding her hair around
his hand and pulling her head back, Tim kissed her throat and slammed up into
her, over and over until she cried out. Wave after wave, billowing through her
mercilessly, stealing all her strength.

In a swift motion, Tim
brought her onto her back, still kissing her, still moving. His thrusts became
erratic, but he couldn’t seem to find his release. He slipped his hand between
them and stroked her clit, sparking the flames within yet again. His need to
satisfy her reached beyond her aroused body and gave them a connection that was
so much more fulfilling than just getting off.

She latched her hands
behind his neck, pressing her sweat-slicked lips to his, her every inhale and
exhale mingling with his. “Come with me, Tim. I want to feel you let go.”

He nipped her bottom lip,
then moaned as she clenched all the muscles within. His fingers found the
perfect rhythm to set her off. She dug her nails into his ass with the final
thrust and he shouted as he came.

They lay on the floor next
to each other for what seemed like a very long time. He got up first, but
didn’t go far. He covered her breasts, then found some baby wipes in his
brother’s toy bag to clean them both.

For some reason, even
dressed and sated, she couldn’t stop touching him. A brush of her fingers on
the back of his hand, a nudge with her elbow as they walked and his hand
slipped from the small of her back to her butt, her head against his chest when
they stopped to watch Silverfalls whip one of the two subs she’d chosen to play
with for the night.

They brought Dean’s bag to
him and went to fetch their coats. Outside, Madeline hesitated and looked
around for Tim’s car in the parking lot. When it occurred to her that he might
have gotten a ride from his brother, and the reason he wouldn’t have wanted to
drive his own car home, she jerked her hand from Tim’s. It made her afraid and
sick and angry to think he’d been prepared to be in no condition to drive by
the end of the night.

“Madeline?” Tim put his
hand on her shoulder and made her face him. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Being mad at him now
wasn’t fair. The punishment scene meant she had to let it go.

She forced a smile. “It’s
nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” He
frowned and looked across the parking lot. Sighed and nodded. “My car isn’t
here. And you know why. I understand your still being upset about what I almost
did.”

“No. I won’t let this ruin
the night. We shouldn’t even be discussing it anymore.”

“Why not? Because you
punished me and we have a clean slate?” He shook his head and pulled her into
his arms. “I give you permission to keep being mad at me. Would it make you
feel better to yell at me?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You can bring me home and
spank me.”

She slapped his chest and
laughed. That felt much better. “I won’t reward bad behavior. And I can’t stay
mad at you when you make me laugh.”