Played

Played
Blayne Edwards

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Played

Anywhere. Anytime. Those were the conditions Phaedra stated. The one rule, very simple. “Don’t let me get bored.”

She might as well have had a horn sticking out of her head considering the way he was looking at her after she explained the game. Most mortals wimped out way before reaching the status of bad guy.

It $was a weird game, especially to a man who couldn’t possibly know the woman in front of him had nothing to lose. “Why?” he asked. “Why this game? And why me?”

She dragged a fingernail down his forearm, paused, and then burrowed it almost politely into his wrist. He flinched until the very tip of her tongue reached for the blood she’d just drawn. “Because it’s arousing. And dangerous.” She took a step back and examined the bulge of his cock inside his jeans. “And played with you, I’m thinking it could be a hell of a lot of fun.”

He nodded, more out of confusion than anything else. “So no names,” he restated one of her conditions. “No entanglements. And no consequences.”

She smiled, the curl of her lips razor sharp and famished. “I’m not looking to be beaten or gang raped. No punching or weapons and no one other than you. Understand?”

“Restraint only,” he nodded. “With my bare hands.”

“Capture and restraint,” she corrected. “The pursuit and inevitable capture is the best part. Other than the sex.”

“So you want to be fucked.” he added. “Raped.”

“No,” she shook her head and looped her arm into his. “It’s not rape. I approached you, remember?”

She felt him stiffen beside her.

“You can’t rape the willing,” she soothed.

“But it is a rape fantasy.” He spun them both until he faced her. “Let me guess. Some little boy knocked you down and pulled your panties off of you when you were five and you haven’t been able to find a man to arouse you that much since.”

Phaedra’s smile was more in response to his innocence than his imagination. “It’s a game,” she replied. “A sexual game. And I can assure you, any little snot nosed brat who tried to touch my panties without permission would have worn his arm home in a sling.”

“So you’re just a freak.” His laugh was more nervous than she wanted him to be. A twinge of disappointment pinched at Phaedra’s spine. He couldn’t be this way, couldn’t be nervous or intimidated by her, her desires or her unholy lineage if he was going to play her game.

“You don’t have fantasies? No little fetishes or nasty, unspeakable little ideas you’d play out if given the chance?” she asked.

“Well, of course I do,” he retorted. Too quickly. “I just don’t…”

“You just don’t what?” she interrupted. “You just don’t approach strange women and proposition them so you can act on those desires?”

“No, I don’t. And by the way, strange is the operative word here.” This time he chortled.

His insult had hit it mark. Something deep and hateful inside Phaedra growled. “I’m not into humiliation. And an abusive asshole isn’t what I took you for.”

As quickly as he had pissed her off his fingers at the back of her neck pulled her to him. His lips pressed warm and moist against her ear. “Well, then lucky for you, strange things make my dick hard.”

And there it was. The one trait she’d been looking for in a playmate who could play her sadistic game. If he could bend, he could break. “You could hurt me if you wanted to,” she reminded him. “You could destroy me as a woman. You could destroy my life.”

He stood silently beside her as she talked.

“That’s not what I want.”

The next question he would ask was obvious. Every man she had ever approached had asked it. If she didn’t want him to hurt her or destroy her, then what exactly did she want?

The odds were already stacked against any playmate she might have. So any weakness, any crack in a man’s spiritual or psychological armor would surely lead to his defeat. And Phaedra was so tired of defeating men.

“So destruction isn’t what you want, huh?” his voice teased without asking the question she didn’t want to hear.

“No. It’s not.” She liked the way his fingers trailed up and down her arm. Possessive, but not oppressive. As if he desperately wanted something he had no right to claim. His touch alone made Phaedra’s pussy wet and her nipples hard. But not nearly as wet and hard as what he said next.

“That’s good,” he purred into her ear. “Because if I destroyed you this round, who would I have to play with next time?”

* * *

“See you tomorrow!” Phaedra waved over a shoulder at her coworker and glanced through the window to check the backseat of her car.

“Did you think I’d forgotten about you?”

His voice was lower than she remembered. Lower and with a bit more gravel. Then again it had been nearly two months since she’d spoken to him and even then they’d only talked for a few minutes. It was entirely possible that he’d sounded this good all along.

“If I uncover your mouth, you won’t scream.”

Phaedra shook her head, amazed at how much adrenaline was pumping through her body and how his hands seizing her from behind had already made her pussy wet.

He flexed his palm to cup her face. “I’m serious. If you scream I’ll stuff your panties into your mouth.”

Underneath his fingers Phaedra was smiling. She hadn’t expected him to do such a good job at playing the role he’d been assigned. “I won’t scream,” she whispered.

The hand that left her face immediately went between her legs. With very little effort both Phaedra’s stockings and her underwear were ripped to expose her cunt. Two thick, warm fingers slid inside her.

“You do like this little fantasy, don’t you?” he asked. The fingers forged a bit deeper and he began to thrust them in and out of her. The noises they made as they entered and left her body were obscene. “Has this nice wet little cunt been waiting all this time for me to fuck it?”

Phaedra nodded and spread her legs a little farther. They were still in the parking lot and although it was dark and deserted, she doubted he was going to fuck her right there against her car. Still, her clit was swollen and throbbing and for the moment a good finger bang was better than nothing at all.

He pressed yet another fingertip to the lips of her pussy and Phaedra gasped. “Sorry, love.” He chuckled as he worked the three digits back and forth to get them inside her. “Just getting you ready for my cock.”

No sooner had he said the words than his fingers left her pussy completely. Phaedra heard his zipper and felt the head of his penis press eagerly against the opening of her cunt. In one fluid movement he released her arms and pushed her face down against the trunk of the car. He then grasped her hips and pushed his cock into her.

Phaedra moaned at the sensation. He was thick and hot and long and he filled her more completely than any man she’d ever fucked. The walls of her pussy strained to take all of him as over and over he drove into her, each time withdrawing just long enough to let her muscles tighten again for his shaft.

Best of all, other than the animal like sounds most men made while fucking, he was silent. No pleasantries. No apologetic tone in his voice. Nothing to ruin her fantasy of being restrained and fucked by a total stranger. In fact, not until he was about to come did he say another word.

“Is this what you wanted?” As he asked, he thrust one final time, burying his cock so deep that his balls pressed flat against Phaedra’s clit.

“Yes!” She could feel him pulsing, his body emptying itself into hers.

Within seconds his cum began to drip down her legs and only after he was completely satisfied did he reach around and find the swollen bud of her sex. “Come,” he ordered.

With his fingers pressing against her clit she was already on the brink of climaxing. After just having one of her biggest sexual fantasies so perfectly fulfilled it only took hearing him bark his order into her ear to push her over the edge.

His cock was still hard inside her when Phaedra came. In wave after wave of contractions her muscles gripped and released his dick, milking it of any last drop of semen it might contain.

When her body finally slowed she was exhausted, relaxed in a way she’d never felt before. As if every muscle and nerve in her being had just been given what they’d needed and wanted for years.

Smiling, she turned around to face him. “I guess I picked the right man for the job, didn’t I?” Phaedra couldn’t see his mouth through the ski mask he wore. But she could see his eyes. And they were definitely smiling.

When he tugged the mask over his head to reveal a man whose face Phaedra had never seen, she gasped again. “No, you didn’t,” he countered. “But you still got exactly what you wanted.”

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