SoloPlay (13 page)

“Nope, can’t do it,” he ground out and pulled her into his lap, shoving her skirt up and ripping at her panties.

It took effort to still his wrists. “This was your game, buddy. Eat up.” She leaned down to taste his lips. His tongue dueled with hers as if he could persuade her to change her mind by the sheer force of his hard kiss, but she stuck to her guns, gentling his mouth with her lips, talking him off the ledge. He moaned as her mouth whispered teasingly over his, but he surrendered, quieting under her touch.

She smiled and buried her face in his neck, breathing deeply. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin. “Mmm. I can’t imagine what the bumpy plug is going to feel like,” she sighed.

“Neither can I,” he groaned.

She pulled back to give him a quizzical look.

“I’ll be able to feel the bumps,” he explained, chuckling roughly. “When I’m inside you.”

Holy shit. She hadn’t thought of that. Maybe she should reconsider her position on dinner. He eased her slowly off his lap. She shuddered as his fingers sought out the plug through the fabric of her skirt.

She dropped into her seat, bouncing in surprise as the plug landed more deeply in her ass. He chuckled again. She settled back down more carefully, pulling her skirt high on her thighs and spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow to give the plug more room. He wasn’t laughing anymore, she noticed, feeling smug. She picked up her fork.

“Eat fast, Sologirl,” he said. “I can’t wait for dessert.”

She had no doubt that he wasn’t talking about the tiramisu.

Chapter Twelve

“You’re late,” Beth whispered urgently. “I logged you in and told Irene you were in the ladies room.”

“Thanks.” This wasn’t the first time Beth had saved her in the past month. Late nights with Mark were taking a definite toll on her, but when his eyes lit up like blue flames and he pulled another toy out of his briefcase, she couldn’t resist him.

Last night, he’d carried a chair-sized, paper-wrapped package into her apartment. Sturdy rubber, leopard-print cushions had emerged from the plain brown wrapping—a naughty adults-only Jungle Gym. He had taken the cushions apart and put them back together in every conceivable combination, using Velcro straps to secure them to each other and her to the cushions as he fucked her frontwards, backwards, upside down and sideways. She must have come a dozen times before he tucked her into bed and left her, weak as a newborn kitten.

She had forgotten to set her alarm, which was why she was late this morning, but the walk from the parking lot had also been slow, due the fact that every muscle from her neck down was feeling the effects of orgasm after orgasm crashing through her system.

“Another late night with Mr. Multiple?” Beth asked, curiosity rampant in her sparkling eyes.

“Yeah.” Alisa bit her lip.

“That good?”

She nodded, sighing.

“Then why do you look so damn depressed?” Beth was joking, but Alisa could see concern in her eyes. She didn’t want Beth worried about her, but it was hard to share her feelings, especially when she didn’t want to examine them too closely herself.

“No, he’s good. Great, actually,” Alisa said slowly. “It’s just complicated.” Beth didn’t know about SoloPlay. Or DoublePlay.

How could she explain that she was depressed because Mark anticipated her every desire and met it unfailingly, giving of his hands and lips and cock until she was mute and shaking, unstrung with mind-melting pleasure every night? Most girls would count their blessings if they had a guy who could satisfy their sexual needs so thoroughly. Alisa barely had to shape a thought or a question because Mark was right there with her, reading her body, interpreting her moans, predicting the exact thing that would drive her over the edge of ecstasy. On the rare occasions she had to tell him how to please her, she had discovered it turned her on that much more to give voice to her desires.

With Mark, she’d jumped the hurdle of her reserve like it was nothing more than a crack in the pavement. Every time she thought of him, her pussy began to tingle. She got wet the moment he walked through her apartment door, the moment she
thought
about him walking through her door. She began a slow burn when he looked at her. When he reached for her, she went up in flames. She was halfway to orgasm before she even saw what toys he had in his briefcase.

So much for being an objective tester for DoublePlay toys—Mark could get her hot by rubbing two sticks together and whistling
Dixie
. The whole purpose of the DoublePlay line was to arouse partners, but she had discovered that there was more to it than sexual satisfaction derived from toys built for two. Mark’s pleasure increased her own. His erotic responses fueled her arousal in a never-ending synergistic cycle that took her higher and higher each night, and she couldn’t pretend any longer that it was the creative toys Mark brought with him that turned her on.

It was him.

And she was totally screwed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Beth asked.

Alisa was shocked to find herself tempted. More than tempted, actually. She wanted to share her thoughts, for once. “I can’t tell you here,” she said tentatively.

Beth’s eyes widened. “Coffee shop?”

“Definitely not.” That’s where she had met Eric. “Want to get a drink after work?”

Beth grimaced. “Do we have to wait that long? The curiosity is going to kill me.”

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Alisa promised.

Eight hours later, Beth’s mouth hung open over her untouched margarita. “Four months ago, you’d never had an orgasm and now you have orgasms professionally? You’re getting a monthly paycheck for banging this guy every night? Remind me not to make fun of your research projects.”

Alisa laughed with her. She had thought she’d feel nervous telling Beth about her arrangement with Mark, but it was actually a relief. “So you don’t think I’m a freak?”

“What? No! I’m jealous and I want more details, but, no, I don’t think you’re a freak.” Beth looked thoughtful. “I do think you’re kidding yourself, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“You come in late every day, when you know it drives Irene crazy. You claim you’re using this guy for sex, but you’re mooning around like Taylor Swift after junior prom.” A grin split her lips. “I think you like this guy.”

Alisa concentrated on raising her margarita glass to her lips. The steady gleam in Beth’s eyes told her that she wasn’t going to let this one go. She was on the hunt for information and wouldn’t quit until she found her answer. “Admit it. You like him. How could you not? He’s like Pavlov but with a better buzzer. My God, he’s got you trained to come on command! There’s no way he’s just doing this for his job. Nobody could be that cold. I bet he’s got a thing for you too. You guys have been doing this for how long?”

Alisa did a quick mental calculation. “A month.”

“And you’re seeing him tonight?”

Alisa nodded and glanced at her watch. “In a half an hour.”

Beth nodded decisively. “Tell him how you feel.”

Alisa shook her head. “I can’t. He made it perfectly clear from the very beginning that he didn’t want to test the toys with me, and I forced him. It’s all part of the job to him. He types notes into his laptop while I go to sleep every night. There’s no way I can tell him how I feel about him. It’ll be too depressing when he hands me a paycheck and a pink slip.”

Beth crossed her arms. “What makes you think you get a free pass on crashing and burning? How do you think the rest of us do it? I’ve gone out on a limb plenty of times and gotten the brush-off from a guy I thought was the love of my life. It’s a rite of passage, dearie. What have you got to lose?”

Since that was the kind of thinking that had gotten her into this mess in the first place, Alisa frowned. “My heart? Everything? When we’re together, it’s so fabulous that I can’t think of anything but what he is doing to me and I’ll say anything to get him to keep doing it. Talking about sex is easy now, but feelings? Feelings are a whole different ball game, and I don’t know why—”

“I do,” Beth cut in.

Alisa stared at her. “You do?”

“You’re always talking about how your parents never talk to each other.”

“I am?”

Beth nodded. “It doesn’t sound like they taught you any useful interpersonal communication skills.”

She pursed her lips. “Not so much.”

“Do you really want to follow in their footsteps?”

“No.” Alisa slumped in her seat. “It’s my worst nightmare, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough for the alternative.”

“Sure you are.” Beth’s warm brown eyes encouraged her. “Open up a little. Risk the crash and burn.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” she sighed.

Beth gave her a hug. “I’m here if you need me.”

Alisa hugged her back. She put money on the table. “I’ve got to run.”

“Don’t keep Mr. Multiple waiting,” Beth advised.

An hour later, Alisa hung naked, suspended by leather straps, from her thankfully very sturdy bedroom door. Her body was on display, anchored to the door by a secure latticework of tight restraints that crisscrossed her body but left her breasts and pussy bare. Her arms were lashed across a steel suspension bar and fastened at the wrist, and her feet were buckled far apart to another steel bar that hovered six inches off the floor.

“What do you think?” Mark asked. He gave her hips an experimental tug.

She cleared her throat. This was work, she reminded herself, even if the margarita in her empty belly was making it hard to keep her mind on the job. “I’d be a lot more turned-on if I wasn’t afraid the door was going to break. I don’t want to land on my face and break my nose.”

“The door isn’t going to break.”

“Maybe not. But I don’t know that.”

“Hmm. You look turned-on to me,” Mark said. He ran a bold finger through her wet pubic hair and lightly pinched one hard nipple.

“I’m aroused because you’re looking at me,” she said honestly.

“So it’s not the up in the air part that does it for you? It’s someone looking at you?”

You
, she thought and nodded.

He adjusted the straps until her feet hit the floor, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

His thick finger invaded her core. “What if I invited a few friends over tonight and left you right here for them to discover? Would that do it for you too?”

Her pussy clenched around his finger.

Mark grinned. “God, I love it when you drench me like that. Okay, so this model is good for display and confinement only. We can downgrade the straps and save SoloPlay a little money,” he said.

She panted and tried to rub her clit against his finger, but he pulled his hand away to make notes on a legal pad.

He glanced at her. “I’m going to make myself a drink and read the paper while you wait here, naked, getting wet for me. I’m not going to touch you until I think you’re ready.”

He quickly thrust and withdrew one wide finger. “You’re not ready yet.” He left the bedroom and she heard ice hitting a glass in the kitchen, paper rustling. Alisa could feel her body swelling, trembling. When he returned to the room, she stared at him breathlessly.

His voice was ultracasual. “By the way, we’re expecting a few of my buddies for cocktails and poker in thirty minutes.” Her eyes shot wide and he chuckled hoarsely. “Yeah, you better hurry. You’re not nearly wet enough yet, and I don’t care if the guys have to wait. They can watch.”

Alisa shivered within the tight leather straps. Was it possible for her pussy to actually drip? If he kept this up, they might find out. Her nipples felt hard enough to shatter, and she couldn’t control the quivering spasms between her legs.

Mark stood in front of her and rubbed his ice-cold, sweating glass over her nipples. Sparks shot through her as he dipped to suck her nipple into his warm mouth. “Do you like the idea? Of being watched by a crowd?” He slid two fingers into her, easily. “I think you do. Good girl.”

Upon arriving at her apartment after work, he had only taken time to remove his suit coat, but not his pants, shirt or tie, and his erection strained against his pants. He unzipped them and took his cock out, then unbuttoned the two bottom buttons of his dress shirt. He rolled a condom down his length.

She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t move a muscle as he pulled the straps to make her feet rise off the floor again. Now, she couldn’t care less about falling. He slid into her body.

Trapped between his rock-hard, fully clothed body and the even harder door, naked, vulnerable and powerless, Alisa was completely focused on the friction between her clit and his cock. Mark ground against her, somehow knowing she wanted it hard and fast, as hard and fast as he could give it to her. Air left her lungs in a whoosh as he crushed her against the door. She came instantly, taking every inch, sobbing with pleasure as he continued to stroke into her. He adjusted the straps so that she hung a bit harder on his cock, and shudders racked her inside and out as a second orgasm took her with him.

Mark slipped away from her and she relaxed, hanging, trusting the straps.

“I think you like the Cage.” His voice was rough. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Alisa nodded weakly, too exhausted to insist that he take her down before he disposed of the condom. She let her eyes drift shut as he left the room.

The doorbell rang and she jumped, struggling to get free.

Had he really invited his friends over to play poker? The renewed pulse between her thighs made her wonder if she wanted him to do just that.

Mark entered the bedroom and chuckled wickedly when he saw her frantic eyes. “Gotcha. You looked like you were going to fall asleep on me. We’re not done yet, not quite.” A shadow flickered in his eyes, like a cloud crossing blue sky.

Her jaw dropped as she realized he had rung the doorbell himself, to continue the fantasy. He closed her mouth with a kiss, ignoring her outraged sputters. “Careful, now, or I’ll leave you dangling.”

She seethed while he untangled her from the door. She was going to make him pay for that little trick. Pay dearly.