Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (18 page)

As I glanced at his manhood, I
could tell it was getting more aroused by my lack of attention.
Eventually I managed to get his boxers down to his knees, then to
his ankles without giving him what he wanted.

I rose and took a step back, to
maintain a safe distance from his swollen member. His countermove
didn’t surprise me as he moved closer; so close that his erection
pressed against me, with only the thin fabric of my skirt
separating us.

The contact heated my blood,
almost making me relent and lift my skirt for him. But no, I did
not want to give in to him.

His low sexy voice broke into
my musings. “You’ve got me naked, what else do you want?”

Hmm, we both knew what I
ultimately wanted, but I had waited all day and he had only waited
a short time. My plan was to make him as desperate as I was.

With this in mind, I side
stepped around him and called over my shoulder. “Come.”

Without
checking to see if he was following, I headed towards the door. I
knew he would not be happy with my summons.
How long would he play along?

I heard him chuckle behind me
as I headed to my room. After entering, I gestured to the bed.

He was smiling in earnest. “How
would you like me?”

“
On your
back.”

He gave a hoot of laughter,
before lying on the bed as requested.

He stared up at me. “And my
hands, don’t tell me you’re going to restrain me, because that’s
where I draw the line.”

I leaned over his deliciously
naked body and whispered in his ear, “There are many ways to
restrain someone.”

“
Touché. So
what happens next, or would you like me to decide?”

“
No, I’ve got
this.”

Without another word, I turned
away and left the room. I could picture his surprised expression,
wondering where I was going and if I was returning any time soon.
Considering his need to dominate, I speculated if he would come
after me or stay on the bed as I had instructed.

Surprisingly, the latter proved
to be correct, as a few minutes later, I re-entered the room to see
him smiling in apparent relief as he saw what I was carrying.

“
I’ve been
wanting to do this since the first time I saw your
chest.”

This
was to apply body lotion to my favourite part of
his body. As I began to gently massage his upper body, I could feel
him relax beneath my fingers. He was obviously enjoying the
experience as much as I was.

I extended the massage to the
rest of his body but, once again, excluded the groin area. I smiled
inwardly, in the knowledge my neglect had caused his cock to
continue to grow in size. I was impressed he remained still and
silent, not urging me to relieve his tension.

I finished my ministrations and
while watching his face, slowly undid the top few buttons of my
blouse, enough for him to see my breasts peeking out from above my
bra.

Then, without any further
preamble but more importantly, without removing any further
clothing, I mounted him. I didn’t need any foreplay to get me
ready. I had been ready all day and touching his bare chest alone,
was almost enough to make me come.

He immediately starting moving
with me and went to place his hands on my hips as I leaned towards
him, giving an excellent view of my half-clothed chest.

“
No hands, or
I will have to secure them.”

At my words, he withdrew and
obediently returned them to his sides.

It was not long before I felt
his body tense and on checking his facial features, I could tell he
was reaching his peak. I was almost there myself, yet I sat up and
came to an abrupt halt. “Do you want to come?”

He groaned at my wicked taunt.
“Yes, and so do you.” He shook his head. “Why would you deny both
of us?”

I leaned over further and
whispered, “I’m not denying us, just delaying, so you can
experience what I had to endure today.”

He cocked his head to the side.
“So Suzanna, you want to play games, do you?” His tone had changed
and I knew he was serious. “You either finish this now or we’re
done! After all, I can always use my hand. What are you going to do
to relieve yourself?”

He had me there; I was trapped
by my own doing. Now I had to follow his demands or walk away
unfulfilled.

As I undid the remainder of my
blouse buttons, I conceded he would always be calling the shots.
Even though I felt deflated, I knew I didn’t mind him being the
boss; it turned me on, without a doubt.

Once I had removed my blouse,
my bra soon followed. I did not remove my skirt, on principle.

Again I leaned forward, this
time offering my breasts to him. “Suck them!” He readily obliged,
by propping himself up on his elbows and lifting his head to reach
them. Due to our difference in height, it was not possible for me
to lean down over his face, not without withdrawing from him. I was
sure neither of us wanted to disengage at that particular
moment.

I began to move, slowly at
first, as he continued his erotic assault on my nipples, first one
then the other. Even after I picked up the pace, his mouth remained
locked on.

Perhaps for this reason, being
joined at two points, combined with being denied all day and my
current dominant position, my orgasm was mind-blowing. As he soon
followed suit, I hoped his was as satisfying due to my delaying
tactics.

It was barely 30 minutes after
we had showered and dressed that Brendon announced, “I hate to rush
you, but there are things I need to do. Also I have an early
training run in the morning.”

“
You’re
kicking me out?”

He gave me a lopsided grin. “It
is a Monday after all and I didn’t make you wait until Friday, did
I?”

His previous
words came back to haunt me, “You’re not my girlfriend and you
never will be.”
Was this because someone
else was coming over?
He had denied any
females had stayed over sine we met, but it was a question I had
been thinking about, ever since I had sneaked into that
room.

I suppressed a sigh and
gathered up my bag, along with my work clothes. Before leaving,
smiled up at him. “Any time you want a rematch, let me know.”

The next couple of weeks flew
by, albeit work was quiet. This generally meant something big was
about to go down. It always seemed to happen that way,
unfortunately.

As far as my
love life was concerned, our unusual relationship was still on
track. The weekend following our Monday encounter, Brendon said he
“
had things to do”
on the Sunday, so I had to leave on Saturday.
Was it because he saw
her
during the week?
That horrible thought had been bothering me, one
I couldn’t get out of my head.
Did we have
a part time relationship because he was seeing someone else;
someone whose clothes were hanging in the other room? No, I
wouldn’t accept that – surely he couldn’t be so cruel?

My concerns were greatly
diminished during our recent weekend together. It was the best one
yet and I did not want to leave, staying until late Sunday night.
At some point during the weekend, I even fantasized about what it
would be like to not have to leave, to live there with him.

I recalled
the first day we had spent together with my declaration,
“I may never leave,”
and
his reply,
“Would that be such a bad
thing?”
He wouldn’t have said that if
there was another woman in the picture, would he?
The worst part was I couldn’t even ask him about
the clothes, because then he would know I had disobeyed
him.

As usual, it had been arranged
for me to arrive at his place on Friday at 6.00 p m sharp, so I was
pleasantly surprised with his phone call on Thursday night.

After some initial small talk,
he was silent. I sensed he was weighing up how to tell me
something. “With what do I owe this pleasure?”

Again a small pause. “I have a
proposition for you.”

Where was he going with this,
what more could he possibly proposition me with? Unless... I dared
to hope he wanted to upgrade our relationship.

“
What kind of
proposition did you have in mind?”

He sounded guarded. “I’ll
explain tomorrow night, but I want you to think about it before you
give me your decision. I know this doesn’t make sense at the
moment, but it will when I give you my ultimatum.”

Shit! My blood seemed to freeze
at the word. It took a moment or two to summon up the courage to
ask what he meant. “Is this a proposition or an ultimatum?”

“
Both. Look
don’t sweat about it tonight, all will become clear tomorrow. I
wanted you to be prepared to make an important decision about our
future. Goodnight baby.”

After my, “Goodnight” reply, he
hung up. Wow, maybe this was about being his girlfriend for real,
but what was the ultimatum? How could an ultimatum also be a
proposition? Many scenarios swirled around in my head, even the
distasteful one of sharing him with that other taller, thinner
female.

Friday
morning dawned clear and bright, a perfect summer’s day until I
realised it was also Friday the 13
^th
. Traditionally, this
superstitious day had definitely been unlucky for me. From breaking
something valuable to burning myself when cooking, Friday the
13
^th
had not been kind to me in the past and it did not bode well
for the upcoming conversation with Brendon.

I arrived at work to find Peter
camped out at my desk. “So, did you drive in today?”

What kind of
question was that?
I eyed him sceptically.
“Yes, I did.”

He dropped his head in obvious
disappointment. “I was thinking today would have been the perfect
opportunity for Brendon to pick you up.”

“
Ah I see
now, you’re trying to orchestrate a meeting with him.”

He smiled at my correct guess.
“I’m thinking of you, especially if you’re going to have a couple
of drinks, or have you forgotten about the Sundowner tonight?”

As a matter of fact, that was
indeed the case. How could I have forgotten a Sundowner? I didn’t
ever remember missing one. Sundowners at CIB HQ were always well
patronised, due to the fact all drinks were on the house, not just
beer and wine, but the top shelf stuff as well. It was also the
ambiance of the place, nice décor with chesterfield lounges and
plenty of high tables with matching padded bar stools. There was
generally such a hub of voices and laughter, that no music was
necessary.

But, of course, Brendon was the
reason. My life had changed so dramatically since the last
Sundowner. Hence, my reply to Peter came as something of a shock to
both of us. “No, I’m not going.”

The incredulous expression on
his face made me laugh. “I have other plans.”

“
I’m sorry,
but you’ll have to change your plans.”

“
And I’m
sorry, because I’m not going.”

“
Okay, you’ve
forced my hand, give me your keys,” as he held out his
hand.

“
Excuse
me?”

“
You know
it’s an offence not to hand over your car keys when requested by a
police officer?”

On studying his face, he did
not have the usual teasing expression I expected to see. “You’re
not joking?”

“
No, there’s
a team meeting.”

“
At the
Sundowner?”

He nodded and I continued to
ignore his outstretched hand.

“
How come I
don’t know about any meeting?”

“
It’s more
like a thank you from the Super, for all the good work we’ve done
recently. And I don’t think anyone told you because, like me, they
probably assumed you’d be there with bells on.”

I elected not to comment on my
well-known eagerness for Sundowners. “I don’t really think the
thank you includes me, I’m just the typist remember?”

Peter ignored my comment and
leant over towards my handbag. Annoyed at his arrogant move, I also
bent to grab it, but he got there before me and held it out of my
reach as he fumbled inside, until he retrieved my keys.

“
That’s it,
I’m going to speak with Dave.”

He gave me a warning as I made
to push past him. “You won’t get any help from that quarter. He
wants everyone there as much as the Super does and, believe it or
not, you’re a big part of this team.”

I let out a resigned sigh as I
gazed up at my once close friend. “Look Peter, you don’t
understand....”

“
Then
enlighten me.”

“
I’m supposed
to be at Brendon’s at six.”

“
Then it
shouldn’t be a problem, since the meeting starts at four. You
should have plenty of time.”

“
Don’t
Sundowners usually start at five?”

“
Yes, but
we’re having the team meeting first.”

I considered this, as I held
out my palm. “Okay, so can I have my keys back now?”

He simply shook his head. “I’d
better hold on to them, just in case.”

I tried to keep my frustration
at bay. “In case what?”

After pocketing my keys, he put
his arm around my shoulder. “In case you have too much to drink.
What kind of a friend, or police officer, would I be if I let you
drink and drive?”