Want It Bad (19 page)

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jake whispered, his words hot in her ear, his stubble tickling her cheek. “Your punishment is; you aren’t allowed to come for ten minutes. If you come before that, you must wear the butt plug for the rest of the day.”

Carla sighed, surprised by how relieved she was.

Ten minutes? Piece of cake. That intimidating piece of rubber is going right back on the rack.

“What about the tickling?” she asked.

“That still applies. Come without permission, and I’ll tickle you. That will be for our entire play session. But for the first ten minutes…”

Jake picked up the butt plug and smiled. It looked somehow bigger in his hand.

I can’t put that up there. No way.

“What do I get?” Carla suddenly asked.

Jake did that cute thing where he raised an eyebrow. “What do you get? I don’t know if I understand.”

“If I last the whole ten minutes, what do I get?”

“A huge orgasm?”

While reading up on BDSM last night, Carla learned that a big part of the scene involved negotiation; talking about what each partner could and couldn’t do during play. Jake had his no cock rule. Carla drew the line at ball gags. But if she was willing to accept butt plugs, she wanted some quid pro quo.

“I was thinking of something else,” she said.

“Such as?”

“If I make it, if I last the full ten minutes… you wear the butt plug.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Seriously?”

“Are you afraid?”

“Of having my prostate stimulated? No, Carla, I’m not. I’m comfortable with my body, and with the right woman it’s fun.”

She met his eyes, challenging him. “Am I the right woman?”

“You’re an exceptional woman. But…”

“But I’m a client.”

“Yes. Don’t take that the wrong way. I mean, I’m fond of you, but this is a business relationship. I mean…”

He was almost squirming. It was adorable, but also made him seem a lot younger. Carla let him off the hook.

“I am your client,” she said, her voice even. “I’m paying you to please me. This bet would please me.”

“It’s…” Jake rubbed his face, obviously thinking. “I’ve never been asked to do this before.”

“You don’t have to take out your cock.” Carla stretched out the word
cock
to two syllables. “So it’s within your rules. Isn’t it?”

He shook his head, grinned, then said, “Yes, it’s within the rules. I can’t believe we’re doing this. Okay, fine. Ten minutes. Loser wears the butt plug. It’s a moot point anyway. I’m not going to lose.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Jake led Carla back to the Stallion, to the padded V that functioned as the chair. She sat on it, her legs spread, and he strapped her thighs down. Her wrists were locked into padded cuffs under the seat. Another strap went under her rib cage, binding her to the back of the seat. Jake pushed the kimono back, totally baring her breasts. He roughly tugged on her right nipple, then her left, making them hard. Carla felt open, exposed, embarrassingly aroused. Jake’s hand trailed down her chest, over her belly, between her legs. He lightly traced the outline of her lips, avoiding her clit. She squirmed to meet his hand, but he pulled away.

“You do remember that you’re not supposed to come, right?”

Carla nodded, but raised her hips just the same. Her brazenness was rewarded with a quick stroke on her clitoris.

Do whatever you want with me,
she said with her eyes.
I’m yours.

Jake turned to the machine and pulled down a stainless steel bar. On the end was a red dildo that appeared to be made of some translucent, jelly-like material. It wasn’t overly long—no more than six inches—or particularly wide. Though red, it was sculpted realistically, with a circumcised glans, and pronounced veins running down the shaft, and even a scrotum.

Jake made some adjustments, and positioned the dildo’s head right at Carla’s opening.

“Stroke length is set to three inches. Speed is one stroke every three seconds. And here… we… go.”

He hit a button on the control box, and the dildo slowly entered Carla. It was on some sort of mechanical piston, smooth and strong. After she was fully penetrated, the dildo eased itself back out. Then in. Then out.

It was a strange sensation. Like being fucked, but not quite.

Actually, it was like making love to a ghost. The penis felt normal, but there was no body attached to it. No man bumping and thrusting into her. No weight of another human being. No pubic bone to grind her clit against.

It felt very nice. And it was certainly arousing. But Carla was in no danger of losing control anytime soon.

I can hold out. I can win this.

“Ten minutes begins now,” Jake said, showing Carla his wrist and pressing a button on his black diver’s watch. The name on the watch face, somewhat appropriately, was
Sinn
.

After setting the timer, Jake kissed her. Carla began to kiss him back, but that intensified the sensations between her legs. She closed her mouth and pressed her lips together.

“Fair enough,” Jake said, pulling away. “A bet is a bet, after all.”

He turned a dial on the control box, and the Stallion doubled its speed.

Carla grunted, but this was still bearable. Jake stroked her cheek, then walked off behind her. Carla listened to the
chug chug chug
of the machine, looked down to see the dildo fucking her, found it to be too exciting to watch, and instead closed her eyes and tried to think of something unsexy.

Ball gags.

Butt plugs.

Taxes.

Waxing the floor. 

Cleaning hair out of the shower drain.

Dead trees.

Clothespins on my nipples.

Carla’s eyes popped open. Jake had attached a silver clamp to her right nipple, and it felt exactly like the clothespin she’d used on herself.

“Nipple clamps,” he said, putting on the left one and making her groan. “And look what I can add.”

He held up a black rod that Carla realized was a stack of cylindrical magnets. Jake snapped off the top one, and placed it on her clamp. The pinching feeling was multiplied as the weight stretched out her nipple. Had she not been aroused, it probably would have hurt. Instead the pain transformed into a spike of pleasure that made Carla gasp.

Jake added a magnet to the other nipple, bringing another jolt of sensation, and then he kissed her again. Carla kissed him back, her needs betraying her, and as their tongues met the Stallion doubled its speed and began to penetrate her deeper, hitting her in that special spot.

Oh shit… I’m going to come.

Carla shook away from his kiss. “What’s the time?”

“Three minutes,” he said, holding up his watch.

No way. There’s no way I’m going to make it.

The machine had found its rhythm now, nudging her g-spot with every thrust, faster than one stroke per second. She clenched her whole body, trying to resist, while that bastard added more magnets to her nipple rings.

“This isn’t fair this isn’t fair this isn’t fair…”

Carla thrashed her head, trying to think about anything else but how well she was being fucked and how good it felt. This was different than the other times with dildos. The size, and the tempo, was so close to being with a man, and it had been so long. When Jake began to kiss her again, she could easily imagine that it was his cock inside her, driving into her, ready to explode…

“No!”

“You’re so sexy right now,” Jake said. “Do you want me to turn the Stallion up faster?”

Sweat had broken out all over her body. “No, please don’t.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“Yes. I like it.”

“But you want to win the bet.”

“Yes.”

“Would it be mean if I did this?”

Jake placed his finger up to her mouth, and without being able to stop herself Carla began to suck on it. She moaned in her throat, wishing it was his cock. But he quickly removed his wet finger, and began to trail it across her chin, down her neck, her chest, her belly…

Oh no.

He stroked her clit, and Carla screamed. The orgasm was so close now she wouldn’t be able to stop it. She cursed herself for failing so quickly, then closed her eyes and prepared to ride the wave.

Then the fucking machine stopped, mid-stroke. Carla stared at Jake, saw him smiling.

“Would you like a minute to calm down?” he asked.

She was confused.

The point is to win the bet, right? Or is the point for her to come? What game is he playing? Is Jake trying to give me a chance? Or is this some new method so he wins?

“If I say I want a minute,” she said, out of breath, “will you stop or keep going?”

“I’m going to do what I want to. But I’ll take your wishes under advisement. Do you want to come right now?”

She did. But she didn’t. But she did.

It was messing with her head. When Carla was with men, she either wanted to come or wanted it to be over. Right now she wanted both… and neither. Whatever Jake wanted to do with her, that’s what Carla wanted.

Have I actually lost control?

That was a frightening thought. One Carla didn’t want to dwell on.

“I challenge you to make me come,” she said, her jaw jutting out in defiance.

Jake stroked her cheek then walked away.

What the hell? That’s not what he’s supposed to do!

Carla tried to turn to see where he’d gone, the weights on her nipples swinging. That made her aware the dildo was still inside, and she undulated her hips.

If the Stallion won’t fuck me, I’ll fuck the Stallion.

She moved herself up and down the shaft, her nipple clamps swaying. Carla knew it meant having to wear the butt plug, but she preferred it to be her choice.

“You still have five minutes left,” Jake whispered in her ear, startling her. “And remember, you have to ask permission to come.”

He lightly nibbled her lobe, then licked her neck. Carla continued to hump the dildo.

“May… I… come?”

“Yes,” Jake said.

Then he turned the Stallion up again, to some ridiculous, unheard of level. It began to fuck her faster than humanly possible. So fast it was almost a blur.

Oh… my… god…”

Then Jake pressed the buzzing Hitachi to her clit.

Carla lost her mind.

The orgasm was massive, going on and on, making her eyes roll back and her mouth stretch open in a scream. She felt herself squirt, drenching the floor and the vibrator, and then Jake was kissing her and she was sucking on his tongue, moaning, the waves of pleasure cresting and peaking and going on and on and on AND ON…

“You lost the bet,” she heard someone say.

“Ungh.”

“Time to pay up.”

“Ungh.”

Sensory overload. Carla’s entire body became an erogenous zone. Jake continued to poke and prod and pull and lick and stroke and she couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.

The only semi-coherent thought she was able to form was,
how did I get to be this age and not know sex could be this good?

After somewhere between infinity and an instant, Carla was vaguely aware of the vibrations stopping, the machine slowing down, and then Jake had her chin in his rough hand and was staring into her eyes.

“Carla? Are you okay?” he looked concerned.

She nodded. “Uh-huh. Why?”

“You came for over three minutes.”

“Only that long?” She felt dreamy, as if she’d just woken up.

“You lost our bet.”

“On my terms,” she said, smiling.

“So how does it feel?”

“I feel great. I could do this all day.”

“How does the butt plug feel?”

“Bring it on, cutie.”

“It’s already inside you. Remember?”

Carla vaguely remembered, between screams of ecstasy, something pressing against her bottom. Only when Jake gave it a tap with his finger did she realize it was currently inside her.

“Oh. It’s in there, isn’t it?”

“You came again when I put it in. I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re some sort of superwoman.”

Carla rolled her hips, felt the fullness of the plug in her bottom. It added an extra layer of sensation that was different, but not unpleasant.

“What else you got?” she asked.

“You can keep going? Really? Did you want some water or something?”

“I’m ready when you are. How about those candles?”

“You want to try hot wax?”

Carla nodded. “Drip it all over my naked, helpless body,” she breathed.

Jake switched the Stallion back on, a slow speed, and then went to get the candles. Carla closed her eyes and let the machine have its way with her. She felt like every bit of stress she’d carried with her since adulthood had melted away. And she wanted more. A lot more.

When Jake returned with a lit candle, Carla was almost about to come again.

“This is paraffin wax,” Jake said. “It melts at a hundred and thirty degrees.”

“Will it burn me?” Carla asked.

“It will sting.”

The thought of it stinging was a raging turn-on. “Will you pour it on my nipples?”

“Why don’t we start with your stomach?”

Jake held the candle above her belly and let it drip onto her skin.

It seared, just a little, and Carla came as soon as it touched her.

Jake poured more, and Carla kept coming, and she realized she hadn’t asked permission to come but he hadn’t kept up his end of the deal by tickling her as punishment.

Why the hell can’t he stick to his own rules?

He was supposed to hold up his end of the bargain, but instead he was staring at her, slack-jawed, like Carla was some kind of freak.

Holy shit.

I
am
some kind of freak.

I’m tied to a fucking machine with a plug up my ass and weights on my nipples, and some kid half my age is pouring hot wax on me—something I’m paying him to do—and I’ve lost complete control.

I have no idea who I even am.

“Injunction!” Carla yelled.

Jake immediately blew out the candle, switched off the machine, and had her unstrapped within fifteen seconds.