missameliaandsir

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Game Night part 4

He extended his hand, and she gently placed hers in his as he lifted her from her seat. “Ready for another game, my dear?” he lovingly asked. “Anything that you desire, Sir,” was her submissive reply. He led her over to his desk. The desktop was covered with the pieces from a dozen different games. She could recognize the Monopoly pieces, those from the game of Sorry, a large and small sized game of Jacks and several other random pieces. He moved her so she was standing with her hips against the desk and he moved into a position behind her. With the one hand still holding firm to the back of her neck, he uses his legs to move her feet further apart. Her stance spread as wide as those high heels would support. “Raise your hands above your head,” he instructed. She immediately complied. He then placed his free hand in the middle of her back and used both to force her body forward across the desk. The sudden pain of all the game pieces pressing into her belly and breasts caused her to audibly gasp. As he leaned over her back, pushing her body harder into the uncomfortable pieces, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Shhhh. Not a word my dear. Grasp the other side of the desk and don’t move a single muscle, don’t utter a single sound and do everything I tell you, exactly as I instruct. Understand? You may respond.” She then gave him a breathy, “Yes, Sir.” He stood up, looked around the desk top, found two large metal jacks, instructed her to remain holding onto the other side of the desk but slightly raise her torso, proceeded to place them directly under each nipple and pushed her body weight back down onto the game pieces. She let out a muffled breath as the points embedded into her tender, erect nipples.

He stepped back from the desk to admire the view. How beautiful she was, lying there, legs spread, wearing only her stockings, garter, heels and a string of pearls. She was HIS and he was going to take her and claim her any way he desired. And right now, he desired to inflict some pain. He walked over to a set of cabinets, opened a drawer and retrieved a beautiful blood-red, studded leather paddle. As he ran the textured leather across his open palm, he could hear her breathing, heavy with anticipation. It made him aware of the strain beginning in his trousers. He wasn’t yet ready to release himself, so he readjusted and returned to the woman waiting for him across his desk.

To be continued…..

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18 thoughts on “Game Night part 4

  1. i haven’t read it yet – but first reaction was Jacks? ouch! lmao

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  2. Tora, you certainly were! But she’s a delicious flavor of sick and twisted isn’t she???

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  3. Your words are so very erotic I can feel my blood begin to pound…

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  4. BallsyBilly on said:

    Just plain wicked & I love it 🙂

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