Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (9 page)

“
You asked
earlier how it would work, Suzanna. Well, this is a sample of how
it will be. You knew we wouldn’t have a normal
relationship.”

I nodded and again rose, then
tipped my head back so I could look him in the eye. I could not
stop myself from lashing out, my anger causing me to speak in a
vulgar manner. “I do now. I’m just your weekend fuck-buddy.”

“
Watch your
language!” At this point, I didn’t give two figs for his stern
warning.

“
I’m leaving!
Your threats no longer hold any weight.”

He answered me in actions
rather than words, by grabbing my arms as he sat on the bed and
then put me across his lap. As I comprehended his intent, I
struggled to free myself. He ignored my efforts as he put one of
his legs over mine and leaned his forearm on my back, effectively
holding me in place.

“
You can’t do
this, I want to leave!” If I was mad at him before, now I was
furious.

He flipped up my skirt and
pulled my undies down to my knees. “You’re still in my house, so my
rules still apply. I promised you this is what would happen if you
swore, and I’m a man of my word.”

He immediately began spanking
me, hard! He kept up his relentless rhythm, until eventually I
stopped struggling.

He then rubbed my behind,
before moving his hand lower to between my thighs. As he inserted a
finger I gasped, but then renewed my efforts to break free.

Still holding me firmly, he
continued to pleasure me until I became aroused. Then once again he
smacked my bottom, before massaging my cheeks, to again pleasuring
me. The cycle went on and on, driving me to the brink of ecstasy,
without the ultimate release.

“
Tell me what
you want!”

I didn’t want to play his game
anymore. I shook my head, as I refused to answer him.

Resolutely, he redoubled his
efforts until I could stand it no longer.

“
Please.”

“
Please
what?” He continued to spank me as he spoke.

Oh god, I couldn’t believe he
had reduced me to this.

“
Please,
Sir.” I could picture the smug look on his face, knowing he had
broken me.

“
What do you
want?”

Another blow landed on my
tender cheeks.

“
I want to
come.” Smack.

“
Where are
your manners?” Smack.

“
I want to
come, please!” Smack.

“
Sir.”

He stopped abruptly and again
caressed by bottom, then finally his busy fingers pleasured me
until I climaxed. I was overwhelmed as waves of pure bliss washed
over. I was vaguely aware that his fingers were still inside me,
touching my quivering clit. I went limp, my body totally spent. I
felt him pull up my pants and reposition my skirt. Then he was
lifting me and placing me on my feet.

He stepped back and waved his
hand towards the door. “You’re free to leave now, if you still want
to.”

Momentarily stunned, I stood
there not knowing what to do. So much for not playing his game; I
had played right into his hands, literally.

I gathered my wits and bent to
pick up my purse, which had fallen to the ground. It was at that
moment he also knelt to retrieve it. We came face to face, with my
hand on the purse and his hand on mine. As we looked at each other,
time seemed to freeze.

Then he was helping me to my
feet and still holding my hands, leaned down and whispered against
my lips, “I’m sorry,” before tenderly kissing me.

All the anger and pain seemed
to melt away during his gentle embrace. I knew I was a fool, but I
couldn’t stop myself from returning his kiss.

Eventually he released both my
mouth and hands. Puzzled, I saw him bend down to pick up the purse;
it had again dropped to the floor. Instead of handing it back, he
undid the clasp and pulled out my nightie.

My nightie, for want of a
better word, had shoestring straps with a plunging neckline. It
laced up at the sides and was tied with bows at the hips leaving
the remaining sides open, its short length would barely cover
me.

He held up the silky satin
material and winked. “Its red, my favourite colour. It’s a pity I
didn’t get to see you wearing it for me.”

No Suzie,
don’t give in! If you do he will walk all over you.
Images of our time together flashed through my
mind. It was not lost on me the pleasure I had experienced, had
been when under his control. Even on the occasions where there had
been no discipline, he had still been in charge, directing me or
holding me in place.

Seeing my uncertainty, he
handed back the nightie. “It’s late, stay the night, no strings. We
can sleep in separate rooms, whatever you like. You can still leave
in the morning if you wish.”

I briefly closed my eyes. It
was all too much for me and once again, I responded with the first
thing that came into my head. “I would like to take a shower,
please.”

“
Of
course.”

I put my nightie back in the
purse.

“
Do you
happen to have a change of clothes in there?”

I smiled tentatively. “No, but
I do in my car... perhaps I should shower at home?”

He shook his head at this. “I
don’t think it’s such a good idea and besides, at home you wouldn’t
get a personal body wash.”

His invitation was obvious and
I felt like I was once again succumbing to his will. I tried not to
image him washing me. “What happened to no strings?”

“
No strings
means no sex.”

“
And the
shower, what’s that?”

His smile was irresistible.
“Incentive for you to stay.”

I took a step back. “So
showering together tonight is a one-off right, because last week
you didn’t want to?”

He stepped closer. “Last week I
wanted to set boundaries.”

I shook my head. “No, no it
wasn’t only last week. Earlier tonight, you made it clear which was
my bathroom. You said you needed your personal space.”

Brendon let out a frustrated
oath. “Come with me!” Before I could say no, he was pulling me
through the door towards his room, then into the en-suite.

As soon as he let go of my
hand, he turned on the shower and within a few seconds had removed
his clothes. Dumfounded, I stood there as he took my purse and
stripped me bare. He didn’t even bother undoing my buttons; instead
just pulled the blouse over my head.

I could have stopped him, well
maybe not but I could have at least resisted. The reasons I didn’t
were simple. I desperately needed a shower and I couldn’t pass up
the opportunity of showering with him, even if it was for this one
time; my anticipation rising at the thought.

I could barely hear the voice
telling me not to give in to him, as he took my hand in his. The
water felt divine as it cascaded over my body.

Then he had cornered me,
putting his hands against the wall on either side of my body,
trapping me.

“
Now, as you
can see, I’m not too worried about my personal space.”

“
But....”

“
Let me
finish. You can share my shower any time you wish, as long as you
bring your body and nothing else, no accessories cluttering up my
bathroom, got it?”

As he spoke he had moved
closer, if that was possible, and I could only nod a reply, due to
the distraction of his swollen erection pressing against me.

He was breathing hard and apart
from his obvious arousal, I could see the desire in his eyes as he
spoke.

I swallowed convulsively, as I
tried to regain control of the situation. “Um, I don’t think all of
your body knows about this no strings arrangement.” As I spoke, I
glanced down at his offending body part.

With a grin,
he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. “I never
said my cock and I didn’t
want
sex.”

He eased back and reached for
the body gel. “So, the ball’s in your court, is it just a body wash
or do you want the whole package?”

As I looked
down at his
package
,
I felt like I was being pressured
into accepting everything he was offering.

Not waiting for my response, he
squirted some lotion into his hands and then palmed my breasts. I
inhaled sharply at the contact. It felt so good, with his fingers
gently kneading my globes, as his thumbs brushed over the nipples.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, as his hands worked their
magic, the pressure increasing from gentle to firm, with his
fingers pinching my now-sensitive nipples.

Soon his hands moved to mine,
pulling them above my head. My eyes flew open as he held them
together with one hand, while his free hand continued to wash me
from my arms to my torso.

Once again he was controlling
me, but wasn’t this what I wanted, what I came here for, what I
made that first phone call for? And so far the results spoke for
themselves, sexually I had never been so satisfied. But something
was missing, I wasn’t sure what. All I knew was I wanted more.

“
Turn around
and place your hands on the wall.”

I tried to stall. “No
strings?”

At my words, he ran his fingers
through his wet hair. “Trust me.”

Trust
me?
It’s what the guys at work generally
said when, in fact, the opposite was more likely. Yes, they were
police officers, but they were also men.

Slowly I turned around and
placed my hands and my forehead against the tiles. I took deep
breaths and again shut my eyes, trying to decide what I wanted as
his hands moved sensually over my body, paying particular attention
to my still-smarting cheeks. Here he was gentle, for which I was
thankful. It was bad enough when the hot water rained down on my
butt, let alone any firmer attention.

After he was
finished with my bottom, his hands moved lower, one to push my legs
further apart so the other could wash my wet throbbing sex.
How did he manage to bring me to the edge so
quickly?

I sighed deeply as I thought
about where we stood. One word from me could finish this, but what
would it finish, the sex, the shower, sleeping over or the whole
thing? I knew he wanted me to stay the night, but if I left in the
morning would he want to see me again, or would he move on?

While it was fresh in my mind,
I blurted out, “If I left now, would you readvertise?”

His hands stilled at my words,
once again leaving me frustrated with need. After a moment, he
turned me around. “Is that what you think, if you say no to me or
you want to leave, then it’s over?”

I nodded, confirming what was
on my mind. Brendon shook his head and reached over to turn off the
water.

He left me for a moment and
returned with a large white fluffy towel. He helped me out of the
shower, but instead of handing it over, he dried me himself. I felt
disappointed that he hadn’t finished what he’d started, which
shocked me to realise I was close to having an orgasm so soon after
my spank-fuelled one.

Then he was wrapping me in a
matching bathrobe. It was obviously his as it swamped me, making me
look like a small child. After securing a towel around his waist he
held my hand and ushered me into his room where he sat on the bed,
pulling me into a sitting position next to him.

He held up his free hand and
grinned. “Don’t say one word about what beds are for, okay?”

“
Okay.” I
smiled back.

“
Now, I want
you to listen, without interrupting.” Tilting my chin up with one
finger, he paused to see if I had something to say; I didn’t. I was
too curious to see where this was leading.

“
I want you
to stay and I’m happy with how things are going. Not just the sex,
but how you react to me, how you make me feel when you let me take
control. Yes, we have things we need to work through, like how you
felt while you were left alone earlier. There will be unexpected
situations will arise, but we can deal with them one at a
time.”

He cupped my cheek with his
hand. “You can have time alone to think about this, but I would
prefer you stayed, so we can resolve any issues you have.”

So he wanted me to stay and
help me with my issues. This caused me to self-question what issues
did I have, other than wanting more? More what, would be his
question and I didn’t know the answer, not at this stage.

“
Don’t tell
me I’ve cured you of your impolite habit?”

“
Sorry?”

His voice became deeper.
“Suzanna, have you been paying attention?”

“
Yes, I was
just thinking about what you said. What have you cured me
of?”

“
Your habit
of always interrupting me.”

“
Oh, right.”
I want more, I want more, the words kept repeating themselves in my
head, but as yet I could not speak them out loud.

He was sitting there, waiting
for me to say something about his little speech. I felt weary and
didn’t want to continue the conversation, at least not at that
moment.

I gazed up at his handsome
face. “I’m tired Brendon and I can’t think straight.”

“
Of course.
Do you want to sleep here?”

I turned to face his bed; it
was so inviting, as was its sexy owner with just a towel around his
waist, leaving his to-die-for chest bare for my viewing
pleasure.

I took a deep breath. “No
strings?” Even though my body was screaming out for release, I
fought to keep my desires in check. I knew I should have opted for
the other room, but the chance to sleep with him was too
irresistible.