Game Night part 3
It was exactly 6:30 as she opened the double doors into his study. He had moved his brown leather winged-back chair so he sat directly in front of the door, blocking her entrance. He sat back in the chair with one ankle crossed over the other knee. He was wearing his button-up shirt with his tie loosened, top two buttons undone, and a pair of dress slacks. He held a partially drunk glass of Bourbon over ice in one hand, and strummed the fingers of the other along the leather chair arm. He just sat and stared at her, not saying a word and took another long draw of his drink. “Take the dress off,” he firmly directed. A puzzled look crossed her face, but she didn’t speak a word and shifted the dress off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet on the floor. His gaze intensified as he took another swig of his drink, polished off the last drop, and let the glass fall to the floor with a hard thud.
He arose from his chair and stepped up so he was nose to nose with her. One hand grasped her firmly by the back of the neck and kissed her hard. No tongue, just firm pressure lip to lip. He pulled back, but his hand remained decisively gripped. “We are having a Game Night, my dear. Shall we begin with a game of chess?” He guided her around his chair toward the far side of the room. She hadn’t noticed anything beyond him since entering. Now, she saw that the chamber was awash in games of every kind. Her eyes scanned in astonishment at the sheer number of boxes that now stood stacked all over the room. Some were still closed, some open and ready to play. The possibilities were endless and the anticipation piqued her curiosity.
He guided her to a lovely antique chess set that had always resided in his study. He placed her in one of the two matching chairs. She had sat in this exact spot many times as they played games over the years, but this time, it felt different. He sat in the opposing chair, smiled and said, “Ladies first.” She silently made her first move. After a slow back and forth of five moves, he claimed her first pawn. With not so much as the slightest warning, his hand came rapidly across her cheek with a whipping slap. Her eyes showed surprise and her hand immediately raised to cover her now red and warm cheek. He sat back straight in his chair and calmly informed her, “I suggest you do better. I will be punishing poor play. Now take this disgraced piece and place it in your dirty little cunt.” Still feeling the burn on her cheek, she slowly retrieved the piece from his fingers, leaned back in her chair and gently slid the piece into her hole, her finger disappearing for a brief moment making sure it was securely lodged deep.
The game continued. Her pussy soon contained two pawns, a bishop and a rook. Each cheek wore the stinging pink tattoos of two hand prints. She wasn’t sure how she was going to withstand the slaps or how her body would contain the pieces through an entire match. She came out of her distracted thought to find him taking an extraordinarily long time to make his next move. Looking up from the game table, she found his eyes dark and staring intently at her. She glanced back down at the board and noticed his fingers dancing on top of his King and Queen. Snatching the two pieces from the board, he flew out of his chair, forcefully grabbed hers and spun it 90 degrees as he knelt down. “Spread your legs. Wide,” he commanded. Feeling the blood racing through her thumping heart, she parted her legs, exposing herself openly to him. He ran his fingers leisurely through the wetness of her slightly parted lips, and used them to open her completely, exposing her awaiting hole. Staring her directly in the eyes, he slowly inserted the Queen into her, giving it a firm push, causing everything to readjust. Then, without breaking gaze, inserted the King, again pushing even more forcefully until all pieces had completely disappeared from sight. Placing a hand on each knee, he slowly pushed her legs back together and stood up in front of her.
to be continued….