Playing for KeepsBy, Glenda Horsfall
Matt
is worried! Their relationship is in trouble. Cassie has been begging him to
add role-play to their lovemaking, but the kind of role Cassie wants him to
play leaves him cold. When he discovers her stash of erotic romance novels, he
comes to suspect that what she really wants is dominance.
Matt takes Cassie
away for the weekend to celebrate her birthday. She is disappointed that the
‘highlight’ of the weekend is to be a costume party. A costume party is not the
kind of role-play she’s fantasized about. She is surprised when she realizes it
will be a party for two and that Matt has actually taken her to a BDSM club.
Cassie agrees to be
his ‘love slave’ for the weekend and promises to obey all her ‘Master’s’
commands. Matt is surprised at her enthusiasm and is turned on by her ready
acceptance of his domination.
At last, he
understands her desire to role-play and Matt indulges her fantasies, along with
a few of his own. However, the weekend away has changed their relationship and
has taken them in a direction he hadn’t foreseen. Now he’s wondering if they
can survive the changes.
Playing for Keeps Excerpt
(Matt and Cassie
are having another row about her desire to experiment with role-play).
Minutes before her
face had been flushed a becoming pale pink with arousal. Now it was stained a
darker tone with anger. Her arms were folded across her chest, hiding the
nipples that only moments before had been begging to be kissed, and she was
glaring at him.
“It’s only
role-play, nothing else. Why can’t you
see that?” She was pouting again.
“I can see that!”
he retorted sharply. “It’s the kind of
role-play you want to try that bothers me!”
“You just don’t
want to play, that’s what you are really saying. You are quite happy with a
vanilla sex life!” She spat the words,
clearly disgusted with him. “I’m not discussing this any more tonight. I’m
tired, I’ve had enough and I’m no longer in the mood.” Ouch, that hurt. “I’m
going to bed.” She looked him straight in the eye and finished, “Alone.”
God, give me
patience. Surely she wasn’t going to
send him home just because he wouldn’t play along with her games. She was acting like a spoiled brat. He closed his eyes and took several deep
breaths to get himself under control. At that moment he could have quite happily
put her across his knee and paddled her backside. Never in his life had he thought she could
tempt him to spank her, but at that moment she was acting like a child who
deserved a good spanking. The way she
had been behaving lately, she might just like it. And he certainly wasn’t about
to indulge her while he was in a temper.
“Okay, if that’s
the way you want to play it,” he said carefully. “We’ll talk about this another time when
you’ve calmed down.”
She nodded, not
speaking to him.
Shit she really
did mean to send him home!
He hated the idea
of going home now. She would be left on her own to worry about their argument,
convince herself that they were not right together. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up
losing her. “Is it okay if I call myself a cab?” he snapped. Fear that she was
going to end their relationship churned his stomach, and he couldn’t help that
his question was abrupt.
He hadn’t taken
her need to experiment sexually seriously; it obviously meant a lot more to her
than he’d thought. He would really have
to think about what she wanted, if he was serious about taking their
relationship a stage further.
“Help
yourself. I’m going to bed, so let
yourself out.” She sounded mad as hell. “Lock up when the cab gets here.
Goodnight.”
She walked away,
and he was left standing alone as he watched her retreating toward the
bedroom. He was stunned that the evening
had come to this and vowed that he would make her sit down and talk the issue
through when they had both calmed down.
He couldn’t relax
and sit, so paced her living room while waiting for his cab to arrive. His
muscles bunched tight with disappointment and frustration. He cast his eyes
around the room and spied her stack of romance novels, the novels giving her
all these stupid ideas. He felt like throwing them in the trash can, as if by
getting rid of the books he could rid Cassie of the notion.
As he looked down
at the stack the cover on the top book snagged his attention. The title ‘The
Dom Who Loved Me’ caused him to pause. The Dom? Like BDSM? Cassie hadn’t mentioned wanting to experiment
in that direction, at least he didn’t think that was what she had been getting
at. He decided to sit down and have a
look through the titles she had been reading.
What an eye
opener. Cassie obviously had desires he hadn’t yet explored. All the books appeared to have the same
theme. He read through the titles, My
Master, His to Command, Slave to Submission. There was a definite pattern
emerging and he began to wonder about the stories contained within the pages of
her books.
He grabbed a
couple and put them in his jacket pocket.
Maybe if he read them, he could figure out exactly what it was about the
idea of role-play that turned her on. Perhaps then he could come up a role-play
scenario they could both enjoy.
He arrived back at
his own apartment, bewildered, not able to believe the evening which had
started off so well, had ended so badly. Unable to even think about sleep as he
was still so wound up, not to mention sexually frustrated, he poured himself a
drink and settled down to have a look at the books which he blamed for all
their troubles.
Several hours
later Matt finished the first of the books he had taken from Cassie’s
apartment. The book had been an
anthology of short stories, all of which were based around a BDSM club run by
bikers. The men were all Dominant, the
women submissive. No wonder she wanted
to play. The stories she had been
reading were sexy enough to turn a corpse on! He had taken himself in hand several
times throughout the book, especially when the action heated up between a Master
and sub.
Reading the book
had done nothing to ease his frustration.
Although some of the scenes had been, in his opinion, extreme and
borderline abusive, a lot were more positive, emphasizing the fact that those
within the BDSM scene had to have total trust in their partner. A submissive put all of her trust in her Dom;
he in return ensured her sexual satisfaction and made sure that she was well
taken care of in other ways. If what he
had read was true, then a good Dom who knew what he was doing could actually
get his submissive to orgasm on command. Christ, imagine that! Just the thought had him hard.
He vaguely
recalled that on a guys’ night out several months earlier, a couple of his
friends, slightly drunk at the time, had discussed the best clubs for those in
the lifestyle. He did recall James saying that he and his girlfriend were
stronger than ever before as a couple once they had begun to explore the
lifestyle, as he called it. He would
give James a ring tomorrow and get more information from him.
His trousers were
already undone; the hard on he had had all the way through reading the book had
not dissipated. He leaned back into the
chair; spreading his legs. He fisted his rigid cock and closed his eyes. He could imagine Cassie down on her knees
before him, her mouth wrapped around his rigid length as she took him deep into
her throat. He stroked himself slowly at first, letting the fantasy carry him
as he imagined the sensation of her tongue curling around his head, licking and
kissing her way down the length of his erection. His legs trembled slightly and
he smeared the bead of pre-cum down the length of his cock, before grasping
himself tighter, imagining himself inside her warm moist body. As he stroked himself with greater urgency,
he fantasized that he had Cassie kneeling between his legs as he commanded her
to suck him faster and harder. Panting like he was running a marathon he
stroked himself quicker and quicker as he reached for his release. Shit, he
could feel his orgasm about to blow! His
last thought before his ejaculation brought his brain to a screaming halt was
that he would love to look in her eyes as she swallowed all he could give her.
As he lay in bed
still unable to sleep, he pondered on exactly what it was Cassie was looking
for. All the subs in her book got really
turned on just by the act of submission.
He began to suspect that what Cassie was really looking for was
domination in the bedroom. She really wanted to submit, not role-play!
“Well honey, if
that’s what you want… That’s what you’re
going to get,” he murmured, before he fell asleep exhausted.
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