Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (17 page)

I searched his face to see what
he was thinking. “You planned this, didn’t you? This is why you
wanted me to stay the whole weekend, right?”

“
Guilty as
charged.”

So, if he had orchestrated
this, what else did he propose, given it was just 30 minutes? I
decided to take the initiative and possibly shock him. I reached up
and put my hands behind his neck. “So, what did you have in
mind?”

He grasped me by the waist,
then lifted and carried me to the lounge. Leaning close, he placed
gentle kisses on my neck below my left ear, before whispering,
“There are many ways to restrain someone.”

For the next 30 minutes,
without removing any of my clothing, he did everything in his power
to arouse me. This was not hard, considering the first thing he did
was strip off his shirt, leaving his chest bare for me to
admire.

When my penalty time was up, I
was not only aroused, but feeling needy and frustrated. Obviously
this was how he wanted me.

He smiled knowingly as he undid
the cuffs and pulled me to my feet. “Have a nice day at work.”

“
But....”

“
But
what?”

I blushed. He wanted me to
spell it out. “I won’t have a nice day if you leave me... in this
state.”

He tilted my chin high and then
spoke in a serious tone. “Restrain also means to withhold and
prohibit. I want you to remain in this state for the rest of the
day.”

Well of course I would. He must
have known from my questionnaire I would not be pleasuring myself.
My problem was that we did not see each other during the week.

“
But what
about the rest of the week, I can’t wait until Friday?”

Brendon shook his head. “My,
my, what a wanton you’ve become.”

Disappointed, I turned to
leave, but he grasped my arm and pulled me back to face him. “Who
said you have to wait until Friday?”

He paused to let his words take
effect. “If you’re still in need by tonight, you know where to find
me.” At my hopeful expression, he added, “I guess I will see you
after work then?”

I nodded eagerly. “Is 5.30 too
early?”

Suffice to
say, Monday was a long day, especially so because it was busy with
a lot of backlog from the weekend’s murder to catch up on. To make
matters worse, in addition to being unsatisfied, I couldn’t stop
wondering about the owner of those clothes.
Who did they belong to and why were they still in the
wardrobe?

Peter seemed aware of my
distressed state and didn’t accept my excuse of being overworked.
He pulled up a chair next to me and I initially assumed it was work
related, until he asked what was wrong. As usual he kept pressing,
knowing I was keeping the truth from him.

“
So, what’s
he done this time? It’s obviously something that did or didn’t
happen on the weekend. I noticed you were in late this morning and
you’re wearing high heels, now that’s a first. Come on Suzie, I’m
here to help, or at least lend an ear.”

On examining his little speech,
I had to concede he was good at his job. It was about Brendon,
something he had and had not done; which was also the reason I was
late. But it was too delicate a subject to reveal to him, no matter
how close we were.

“
I don’t want
to discuss my love life with you.” I deflected his questions by
changing the subject. “But what I can tell you is that Brendon met
both Diane and Aiden over the weekend.”

He look surprised. “Really, and
how did it go?”

“
Quite well,
they both seemed to like him.”

“
Hmm, next
you’ll have to bring him in here.”

Now it was my turn to be
shocked. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

“
Why not, you
could arrange for him to pick you up one night.”

“
But that’s
not going to get him upstairs.”

“
You’re not
thinking ahead. You will be busy when he arrives and someone will
have to go down and bring him up.”

I nodded, as I now understood
“And of course it will be you.”

“
Naturally.”
He gave me a smug self-satisfied grin.

“
This is a
pleasant surprise.” I didn’t laugh at Brendon’s condescending tone,
as I stood on the doorstep before him at precisely 5.30 p
m.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt
at humour. “May I come inside?”

He stepped back to allow me to
enter. “Of course. After all it’s why you’re here, right?”

I suppressed a sigh and walked
in, then turned to face him as he closed the door. As usual, I
noticed him giving me the usual once-over.

“
So, can I
get you anything, a drink, something to eat, me?”

He finished with a cheeky grin
and I could not help but smile. “It’s you, it’s been you all
day.”

He took my hand and escorted me
to the lounge. He sat down and motioned for me to remain standing.
“This is exactly what I wanted, for you to think about me all
day.”

“
You know you
could have just asked me to think about you.”

“
Yes, but you
have to admit, my way was more effective.”

As he spoke, he reached out and
slowly, deliberately eased down my knickers until they were at my
ankles. After removing them from first one foot, then the other, he
pocketed them.

At my surprised look, he simply
shrugged. “In case an unexpected visitor drops by.”

Without breaking eye contact,
he casually reached out and under my skirt to touch me. I gasped at
the intimate contact, blushing as he continued to watch me.

He nodded as though satisfied,
then ceased his gentle probing and stood up. “Let’s play a
game!”

Another one, wasn’t this some
kind of game he had forced me to participate in all day?

“
If you win,
you get want you want.”

“
And if you
win?” I was almost afraid to ask.

He grinned broadly. “I get what
I want, of course.”

“
Of
course.”

Without even knowing the
details, I was certain this was a game I was destined to lose. I
was therefore genuinely surprised when we entered the games room.
He left me standing in the doorway, as he walked over and removed a
cue from the rack. “Have you ever played pool?”

“
Once or
twice.”

I failed to admit that I had
played quite a bit with my brother over the years. Even though he
always beat me, I could hold my own against most players.

I entered the room and walked
towards him. “So, this is the game? Don’t you think the outcome is
stacked in your favour?”

“
Would it
help if I gave you a few pointers?”

Yes it would
help.
I may as well get the extra
guidance, to give the impression of the novice he assumed I
was.

“
Yes,
please.”

I watched intently as he leaned
over his cue stick and prepared to hit the white ball. He was
giving me instructions and tips, but all I could focus on was how
his denim-clad behind was displayed for my viewing pleasure. This
gave me a delicious idea.

I picked up another stick and
asked sweetly, “Like this?” as I inaccurately attempted to copy his
actions.

Brendon shook his head and
standing behind me, moved me into the correct position.

As anticipated, my naked bottom
was exposed beneath my now raised skirt and it was pressed up
against his hips as he leaned over me. If he wasn’t wearing jeans,
it would have been so easy for him to....

“
You need to
be lower, like this, and look along the line of the cue, got it?”
His instructions interrupted my carnal notions.

I straightened and then nodded.
“Why don’t we start then?”

He eyed me a bit sceptically.
“Don’t you want a practise first?”

I paused for a moment, as if to
think it over. “No, I’m good. So, do I have to tell you what I want
before we play?”

He smiled devilishly. “No you
don’t, because I’m definitely not telling what I want.”

He was so confident he would
win. He didn’t know it yet, but he was in for a shock.

I let him break, claiming I
didn’t want to muck it up. He fairly quickly sunk two balls, while
I purposely missed a few shots.

Slowly, but steadily, I began
to play better and soon we were even. Now not so cocky, he seemed
to concentrate more and take less risky shots. I knew he wanted to
win and I had to wonder what he had in mind for his reward.

After I pocketed a particularly
hard shot, he gave me a questioning look. “Didn’t you say you had
only played once or twice?”

I smiled as I re-chalked my
cue. “I used to play occasionally with Aiden, but he always
won.”

“
Remind me
never to bet against him in a game.”

As we continued to play, I
noticed whenever I was bending over, he positioned himself so he
had an uninterrupted view of my behind; giving me the distinct
impression the game had begun the moment he removed my
underwear.

I was almost tempted to let him
win, to see what outcome he had planned; but no, for once I wanted
to be the one calling the shots.

When I pulled ahead he began to
play dirty, distracting me whenever I was having a shot. At one
point, he even dared to touch me between my legs; this most
definitely affected my aim.

Well, two could play that game.
I positioned myself near the pocket he was aiming for, then undid a
couple of buttons on my blouse and leaned forward, giving him a
perfect view of my bra and almost-visible breasts. However, he
appeared unaffected as he lowered his eyes, before executing a
perfect shot.

We were now at the business end
of the game, with each having one ball left, as well as the black
eight ball. After sinking the previous ball, it was still his turn
and I held my breath as he took the difficult shot; releasing it as
the coloured ball refused to go in, stopping near the pocket. As
the eight ball was positioned near the opposite pocket, it meant a
certain victory for him if I failed to sink my next shot.

He let me prepare for and take
aim without hindering me, perhaps because I had not balked him on
his previous shot. Maybe he wanted to win fairly? It seemed less
likely, given his desire to be in control. I took the shot and as I
was certain it would go in, I watched his face for his
reaction.

When the ball disappeared into
the pocket, he closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. Then it
was a simple matter of tapping the eight ball in, to claim
victory.

“
Why do I get
the feeling I’ve been shafted?”

I opened my mouth in false
shock. “Just congratulate me and ask what I want.”

He smiled at this and held out
his hand to shake mine. “I already know what you want,
remember?”

I nodded and then smiled at him
appreciatively. “Oh, there is much more I want, starting with you
naked.”

I don’t know what I was
expecting, but Brendon roaring with laughter was not it. He only
stopped when he noticed I didn’t join in. “You’re serious?”

Again I nodded, feeling less
confident after his reaction to my request.

He shook his head. “I don’t
know what you have in mind, but I’ll play along, up to a
point.”

I gave him a questioning look,
to which he responded, “You may have won the game, but it doesn’t
mean you’re in charge. Besides....”

“
But....”

“
Don’t
interrupt me again.” His words held an unmistakeable edge of
authority and once again, I was amazed at how quickly his easy
going mood could change.

He continued
to give me a hard stare, waiting to see if I remained quiet.
Eventually he continued. “Not only did you con me, you’re
once or twice
line was
obviously a lie, and you know how I feel about lying.”

I swallowed nervously, as I
remembered the particular form of discipline he had exacted the
last time I lied to him.

Still silent, I peered up at
him, not looking forward to what was coming. He watched me closely
and then gave me a quick grin. To my relief and joy, he lifted his
arms and removed his white Bali tank top.

I smiled at the view and then
nodded towards his jeans. He shook his head but complied, undoing
first the button, then tantalisingly slowly unzipped the fly,
before finally pushing the pants off his thighs down to the
floor.

Then he placed his hands on his
hips, just above his waist. “If you want to see the rest, you have
to take them off yourself, without using your hands.”

As interesting as this scenario
sounded, I stated my protest. “This was supposed to be about what I
wanted.”

“
You didn’t
specify how I got naked. You’ll still get what you want in the
end.” He finished with an intoxicating smile and I
agreed.

Despite my earlier boldness I
was now feeling nervous, not wanting the act of removing his boxers
to look awkward and unattractive.

“
You can
start any time.”

As I reached towards him, he
instructed, “Put your hands on your head.”

“
I’m not
going to use my hands, so it won’t matter where I put
them.”

“
But I love
seeing you like that, it makes your breasts look so inviting.” He
grinned and I knew slowly, but surely, he was wresting back control
confirming, despite the situation, he was still in
charge.

With hands on head, I took my
time undressing him. As I went about my task, I ensured my mouth
made contact with his body, everywhere except the one place he
expected.