The Card Game

Tim read a message on his phone: "Cards? Friday? If you think you can handle it loser does WHATEVER the winner wants. Are you up for it?"

He texted back, "I am." He confirmed the plan for Friday night at Amy's house.

She sent one last text: "I WILL own you." Friday arrived. They chitchat a bit while she set up the cards at the table. "Rummy?" Amy said, shuffling the cards. "You made the rules, your game," he replied. "You're going down, and I DO mean going down," she said, a smirk on her face as she dealt.

She breezed through the first hand; they were playing to 500. "That's one hand, on my way, then... slave time." He shuffled the cards. "Nice hand," he said as he dealt the next round. Amy talked trash throughout the hand; every time she put cards down for points, she made a comment. Amy won round 2 and was up 185 to 75. "As I said, I own you," she said as she quickly shuffled for round 3. Tim made a nice comeback in round 3, staying silent, just staring into her eyes, letting her do all the talking. He made up some ground, but she was ahead, 235 to 170.

Amy squeezed her tits together as he dealt. "You need to do better than that if you think you're going to see these." He dealt and just shook his head at her. "Not over yet, but keep talking." They traded hands. Amy was up 460 to 380, but he caught up. "This should do it, one more hand, game over." Amy dealt as Tim poured a glass of wine. Amy quickly threw down 3 jacks. "Oh, lookie here, so close," she laughed. Tim threw down queens and 5s. They picked up and put down cards; he stayed silent. Amy had 60 points on the table and 5 cards in her hand; Tim had 70 on the table, 8 cards in his hand, and a long trail of cards on the table. Amy picked a card and played 9s, leaving her with 2 cards.

Tim reached for the string of cards on the table, picking up 9 cards. Amy's eyes widened. "There is a desperate man." Tim threw down 2 runs of 5 cards and discarded one. "I still got ya," she said, waving her 2 cards. He picked up her discard and threw down 8s. Amy picked up and discarded after scanning the table. Tim picked up her card, threw down a set, and discarded his last card. Amy's eyes looked shocked; she looked at the 2 cards in her hand and had to subtract 10 from her total. Tim's last play was Aces; he knew without counting that he had won. "I can't freaking believe you just won. How in the hell did you come back and win?" She was stunned. "Put the cards away," he said as he went and sat on her couch.

Amy put the cards away and walked over to sit down. "Don't sit. Go bring me your sexiest bra and panties." Amy stopped mid-step. "What now?" He shot her a look. "The proper reply from now on is 'Anything for the winner.' Now GO." She walked away and came back, handing him her blue lace bra and lace thong. "Do better," he said, tossing them back at her. She returned with a different set. Tim reached into his pocket and handed her his keys. "Bag in my car, go get it."

Amy returned with a brown bag, stapled shut. Tim opened the bag and tossed her a smaller bag, brown and stapled shut. "Go put that on and come back out." Amy opened the bag in her room; she had never seen such soft, sensual lingerie--black and so soft. She removed her clothes and put on what she had been given. The bra was sheer, yet perfect on her chest; the panties, silk and lace, clung to her ass; the thigh-highs accentuated her legs. She had never felt so sexy when looking in the mirror.

"Now go put on your black skirt, your black blouse, and black heels, and don't take too long doing it." Again, Amy was speechless, but turned and headed back to her room.

Amy came out in less than 5 minutes. She didn't know what the term "don't be long" meant, but the look he shot her told her not to take too long. Tim tossed her the keys again. "Get the bag hanging on the back seat." Amy did as she was told. Tim went to her room and was back rather quickly, dressed in a suit coat, pants, and shoes, no tie. He dialed away on his phone. "Everything all set? Good." He turned to her and motioned to the door; she knew she should head out, though she had no idea where they were going. He stopped her before she got to the door. "Leave the knickers here," he said.

"What?" she said, taken very aback. "I won't repeat myself as to the proper reply." Again, that look. She took a deep breath. "Anything for the winner." Amy reached under her skirt and removed her panties. "Leave them on the table. Let's go."

He didn't say a word for the 45-minute ride, just left the radio on. They pulled into a dark building, a small door opened, and they drove into the basement. Tim escorted her to solid mahogany doors, each 20 feet high. Behind them was a room unlike anything she had ever seen--elegant, lavish, luxurious, a dining room she couldn't describe. They were escorted to a table in the back of the room where they could see everyone and everything. He ordered for her; how he knew everything she loved, she didn't care--she was still spinning from her surroundings. After dinner, they drove to a private and exclusive club. They sat and listened as a small jazz band filled the room with music.

He let her dance with the other ladies in the room, staring at her form as she swayed her hips perfectly to the beat. The trip back to her house seemed to take half the time it took to get there. They walked back into her house; her eyes caught sight of the panties on her table, having long forgotten she left them there. The sight of them made her body tingle a bit. "Put them back on," he said. She headed for her room. "Here will do," he snapped. Amy put them back on; the feel of the soft silk on her body--they fit so well. Tim opened a champagne bottle and poured her a glass; it was fantastic. Tim put jazz on the stereo just loud enough to be heard. Tim took her hand, led her to the open space of her living room, and slow-danced with her, holding her close. She melted into him, Amy holding onto him; he led, and she was a mere dance partner.

He hummed the tune in her ear; she swore he knew every one of them that came on. He changed channels on the radio, and a faster, more lively jazz now played. He left her in the middle of the room and sat on her couch. "Dance for me." She paused, but she knew anything she said would be met with that look. "Anything for the winner." It took her a few seconds to get the beat. Amy closed her eyes, let the music take over, and swayed and danced in a world all her own. Tim watched her move, her shoulder-length hair swaying in perfect rhythm. He motioned for her to come to him with his finger.

He whispered something to her; she stopped cold, and at that look he shot her, she knew. Amy stepped back and began dancing again. She unbuttoned her blouse, taking the whole song to remove it and let it fall to the floor. She locked eyes with him, his stare looking deep into her; she felt so hot and sexy. Amy used the next song to dance with zero care, running her hands through her hair as it cascaded down slowly while she twirled and moved her body to the beat.

Tim studied her form and her moves; he sat motionless as she danced to please him. By the end of the tune, she knew by the look what she was supposed to do. As the next tune began, she slowly moved the zipper on her skirt, twirled as it fell to her feet, stepped out, and kicked it away. She gave in to her body; she was hot, being watched dancing in her new lingerie. Amy was alive, zero inhibitions, lost in the moment, lost in the music. She looked down her body, hot with how everything felt on her frame. She danced, twirled, and grooved in her own living room, in the back of her mind realizing Tim never took his eyes off of her. She looked over at him as she danced, moving closer to him and swaying her hips as sexy as she could. To Tim, anything she did was sexy. She was less than a foot in front of him; she could feel his presence, even more powerful.

Again he said something in her ear. She stopped and gave him a look; he didn't blink, he just waited. "Anything for the winner," she said, feeling a shiver in her body while she removed the panties, Tim sitting less than a foot in front of her. They fell to the floor, and she kicked them away. He stared at her perfectly trimmed pussy--a thin, small, razor-sharp line right down the middle. His eyes locked on her pussy, making her on fire inside. He whispered something else to her; this time, with no hesitation, she turned and danced her way to her room.

Tim took his time following her; he wanted her to be alone in her thoughts for a few moments. He stood in her doorway and looked in, finding her as he had asked: on her knees with her hands behind her back. He walked in. When she saw him, he was naked. He surveyed her, walked around her, and took her hands, tying them behind her back with the lace panties he had given her earlier. He twisted them in a way that she was bound and had no possibility of shaking loose. She knew she had truly lost the game and was now a toy in his.

Tim walked around her again, standing straight in front of her, his cock semi-hard. He approached her, took her head between his hands, and guided her mouth to surround his cock. He had full control of her; he led her as he pleased to suck him at whatever pace or angle he chose. He took her head and slowly, carefully pushed it forward toward him, his cock disappearing into her mouth. He pushed her head back as his cock slid almost fully out of her, only to be pushed back in just a bit further than the last time. Anytime she tried to help, he squeezed her hair tightly in his hands and guided her to exactly where he wanted her to be. Amy was lost in her mind; she had no idea what was happening and why, only that she had no control, and it turned her on in ways she didn't think possible. She did her best to keep her mouth right on him, feeling her mouth fill with precum. She swallowed as much as she could, though some ran down her breasts.

Tim took her head and pushed it further onto his cock, slowly pushing her forward until his cock sank deeper into her mouth. He stopped briefly to let her mouth adjust to him, then pushed her forward again, his cock almost to the back of her throat. He paused again; she could feel her mouth stretch as precum poured from her mouth onto her tits. Tim slid his cock out a small bit, offering her mouth brief relief, before gripping her hair and sliding her further onto him. Amy could feel the hair at the base of his cock against her mouth; for the first time in this adventure, a small twinge of fear crossed her mind. Tim tested her limits with one more slight push on her head; his cock had stretched her mouth to its maximum. He was at the point where, if he moved any further, she would have choked. She could feel the precum run down her throat; she didn't need to swallow.

He withdrew a little, much to her relief. Again, it was a brief moment; he pushed her head onto his cock as deep as it would go. Amy's face was almost flush against his body. She was so tense she was afraid to move. "Relax," he said in a calm voice. "Relax," he repeated. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing and taking him in. It was easier than she thought, although she couldn't let on for fear of him going even further down her throat. He slowly pulled out of her mouth, his cock now right in front of her, shiny from her mouth. He ran his cock over her lips; she opened again as he slid back into her mouth. He controlled every move her head made, keeping a firm grip on her hair as a reminder to follow his movements. He made her head bob on his cock--slow, fast, side to side, shallow, deep, and deeper still. Amy could do nothing but take it; she loved his cock in her mouth, his taste running down her throat and her tits.

Tim grabbed her head tight as he fucked her mouth. She could feel him stiffen even more; she knew he was getting close. She tried to relax her throat, ready for the load she knew was inevitably on its way. Tim used her head as a toy, pushing it toward him and away, her lips remaining right on him. Tim squeezed her hair in his fingers to keep a grip; his cock twitched in her mouth, and she knew he was right there. She was right: with one more thrust into her mouth, she felt a shot hit her throat. He pushed her head back, the cum popping from his cock and covering her chest. Amy felt warm, wet shots hit her tits again and again, her mouth still holding cum from the first shot, and she could see his cock flinch each time he let a load go on her tits. Tim held her head still so she could watch him cum, finally letting go of her head.

He held out his hand; she took it and stood up. He turned her to face the big mirror, and she got her first look at herself. Her tits were covered in cum, which ran down her body onto her tummy. She was so turned on by her own reflection.

Tim came up behind her, pressing his body close to hers; she could feel his wet, spent cock against her ass. He ran his hands over her pussy--no doubt she was soaked. He used one finger to tease her; she looked in the mirror and noticed he was staring at her. She turned her head, but he grabbed her hair and turned it back to face the mirror. He wanted her to watch him toy with her. Watch she did, locking her eyes onto his hand, watching each move of his finger as her body reacted. Her knees bent, and he pulled her to stand up straight, her heels still on. Amy was amazed at how that one finger could have such an effect throughout her body. She had never seen herself like this, and it was exhilarating.

She was soaked and getting wetter by the second. He teased her with one finger, up and down her soaked pussy, even running his wet finger over her hairline and back over her slit. He continued to work her with just one finger, though in her state, one was all he needed. He pulled her hand from the bound panties and put it in his. Tim turned her hand around and used Amy's own hand to play with her pussy. He guided her hand up and down her pussy--no doubt she'd done this many times on her own--and kept a firm hold on her hair to ensure she was watching every move. There was no question of her taking her eyes off this scene. Amy felt her fingers drench in seconds, his bigger hand covering hers, guiding her every move. Tim used her fingers, her palm, and her knuckles to run over her juicy slit. Amy's legs buckled as he teased her clit with her hand, but she knew to stand up straight and not take her eyes off that mirror.

The view went right to her soaked pussy; she could see his cum still wet on her tits and on the black bra. He took her hand behind her back and bound her again. Tim scooped her up and put her on the bed, moving to his knees at her side. Tim picked up where she left off, slowly massaging her cunt from top to bottom, using every part of his hand to give her different sensations with each touch. She melted into her bed; she was his, and her body ached to feel more pleasure. He did not make her wait long, and she let him know how she enjoyed his touch. Amy was quickly losing control; normally her first orgasm is more subdued, but every sense she had was heightened and alive, and her body wasn't holding back.

Her moans and sounds became more audible with each passing stroke of his hand. Tim never broke his gaze into her eyes or slowed the deliberate pace of his hand. She arched her hips instinctively as he briefly flicked her clit; she wasn't shy or quiet by now, her body aching to cum and cum hard. Tim knew she was close; he withdrew his hand, ran it over her tummy, and put his fingers in her mouth. She eagerly sucked her juices from his fingers, sucking them deep in as she had done with his cock earlier. He traced down her body and gripped her pussy in his hand, squeezing it gently, rubbing her aroused clit between her pussy lips and sending shivers to her core. He stuck his fingers in her pussy, stroked inside her 3 times, before bringing them to her mouth again and again, keeping her on the very edge of cumming and stopping just as she ached to be brought over the top. Her body couldn't take the teasing; she burned to feel herself orgasm, yet again and again she was denied.

Tim was enjoying this game, her body shaking out of control with every slight touch of her clit. Amy gripped the sheets, her arms still tightly bound behind her. He ran his finger up her little hairline; she moaned with pleasure. He could feel the small hairs on his hand going down just to the edge of her slit and back up. Tim finally gave her what she wanted: his finger traced her hair back down to her slit and used the tip to circle her clit. Amy lost control, her body shaking and twitching, tossing her head as she fought to stay on the bed. Amy was both glad and scared her hands were behind her; as much as she wanted to pull his hand away to give her pussy a break, she didn't want to stop cumming ever. Tim brought her over and over the top, his eyes still locked onto hers, watching her face as she let her body convulse again and again for his hand.

Tim withdrew his hand and watched as Amy shook, still cumming for him. He gave her a minute to come down; Amy was breathing deep, her cunt soaked and on fire. Tim moved lower on the bed next to her, running his hand down the side of her body. He slid his hand under her leg and swung it over his body as he slid under it and between her legs. She watched him, her eyes widening. "Oh shit," was all she could say through hard, deep breaths as she watched his head sink between her legs.

Tim began his attack on her with long, slow licks on the sides. The rough tongue felt good on her smooth pussy, her scent filling the air. He kissed her pussy softly, one side, then the other, her flavor all over her pussy from his hands only minutes before. He ran his tongue from one side above her pussy, down the other, and back. He traced her razor-thin hairline with his tongue, just as his fingers had, though he stopped as close as he could to her slit before going back up. Amy was going crazy; she thought her fires were calming down after cumming countless times on his hand, but with his teasing, she wanted more. She was still fully heightened, her heart racing, the anticipation killing her inside, though she was glad for the break on her pussy, she knew he wasn't done with her.

She was right; seconds later, his tongue hit her slit. "Oh shit," she said again between gasps. Tim tongue-fucked her; he was done being gentle. He spread her open as he devoured her pussy, and Amy was quickly back to losing her mind. Whatever sounds and noises came from her body were out of her control; she threw her head back and arched her hips out of reflex. She was already fighting for more air, moaning and panting, her pussy burning hot against his tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmyyyy" she managed, barely speaking between 3 to 4 hard, panting breaths between each word.

She lost count of how many times he made her cum, but she didn't care; she was sweat-soaked, cum-soaked, and thrashed on her bed. Tim never broke his pace. He was steady and straight, soaking her pussy juices in his mouth as he would an energy drink. He didn't know how many times she had cum either, but he knew she had more in her. His finger sat on her clit--it didn't need to move, as her body was doing that on its own. Occasionally he would run his tongue over her clit, and she would lift her hips off the bed, reaching another level of pleasure never experienced.

Amy's body was locked tight, her toes numb from curling so tightly, her hands still bound behind her, powerless to make it stop while her body was exhausted. Tim gave one last hard suck of her clit; she screamed and bucked on his face as she found one last hard cum deep inside her.

He ended his attack how it started: long, slow licks on her entire pussy. The sounds of her body begging for air filled the room, accompanied by the scent of her soaked pussy. Tim lifted off her and watched her body shake, her tummy heaving deep breaths, her eyes closed, her mind a blur from being made to cum countless times.

He waited till she opened her eyes, her body sweat-soaked. She could see his cock back at the ready, her eyes focused on its big, swollen size. Tim moved higher on her body; she felt his cock run up her thigh until it found her very soaked cunt. Wet as she was, his big cock had no trouble sliding into her.

Tim lifted Amy's legs and put them on his shoulders, giving him deeper access to her pussy. With her hands still bound under her body, Tim held her legs as he drove his cock in and out of her. Amy was spent; she had no energy left to give him. Her pussy was tight and soaked, and she closed her eyes and let him take her as he wanted, as he had all night. As he drove into her, he focused his eyes on her tits, still in the cum-covered bra he had given her.

They bounced with his rhythm; she felt the friction of her nipples against the soft silk material. He kept a steady pace into her body, Amy moaning in delight with each push inside her.

After countless orgasms, she loved the feel of his hard cock filling her cunt. She gripped his cock with her pussy, wanting to feel every last bit of him as deep as she could. Tim continued to pound into her, and she took all he gave. He spread her legs wide open, only his cock making contact with her body, her inhibitions long gone as she was on full display below him. She wanted cock and more of it, and she knew he was going to give it to her.

He held her by her ankles, pushing the full length of his cock in and out of her. She squeezed and squeezed on him, the sensations making her hot again--sensations she didn't think she had left to give him. Tim gave his cock to her again and again, scanning her body with each thrust. She was amazingly sexy after all he had put her through. Without warning, he pushed her legs to one side, turned her on her side, and continued to give her a good fucking. He held her by her hip while he fucked her body; she loved the different angle, and with her legs closed, her pussy squeezed him even tighter. This position gave her clit new sensations, and somehow she managed small orgasms while relishing his beautiful cock.

Tim turned her over so she lay flat on her tummy, she was quite a sight with her bound hands behind her. Tim mounted her with ease, found her cunt, and drove harder than before. Amy buried her face in the mattress, the pillows long gone, moaning and screaming into the bed, doing little to deaden her noises. How she loved a good, hard fucking from behind. Tim pushed on the small of her back while pounding her, pushing her deeper into the bed. Amy was gone inside herself, her body being drawn out more than she thought possible. She came and came on his cock; she didn't care how he made her cum, only that she could still cum like this after all he had put her through.

Tim's body bounced off hers with each hard push, her tight ass rocking to his rhythm. He gave her all his energy as he lay flat on her and fucked her with deep, hard strokes. He felt his cock swell inside her; he held her tight, giving her the full fucking she desired. Tim finally unloaded into her waiting pussy, filling her with big shots. His cock stayed hard enough to fuck her a little while longer, making sure that if she had any orgasms left, he brought them out of her.

He left her on her bed, panting and exhausted; Amy hadn't been fucked like this ever. Tim returned fully dressed, climbed back on top of her, and reached into his pocket.

"You remember what you said the other day?"

Amy had a confused look on her face. "What?" she asked.

"Do you remember what you said the other day?" He took out his phone and held it to her face. "This," he said.

She read the phone message. "Yeah, I was just joshing round."

"Read it," Tim snapped.

"I did," Amy replied.

"Out loud."

Amy read it: "I own you," she said. "I was talking smack."

Tim climbed off her and went to her bureau. He rifled through her drawers, tossing her panties on the bed.

"Thongs, all of them? They won't do. You're not a teenager. There's a slip in the bag you brought in; it's from a boutique across town. GO. See Brittney, tell her I sent you, she will take excellent care of you. Don't worry, it's all paid for," Tim said as he tossed the last thong from her drawer.

"What? Who the fuck"

Tim climbed back on the bed and got very close to her face. "See, you have it wrong. I OWN YOU. Toss that shit away and dress like a grown woman. When I call you, if you have plans, fine, I'll never ask you to break them, and don't ever break plans for me, but if you're available, then I expect you to dress like a lady."

Amy became enraged. "Get the fuck off of me, and undo my hands, NOW."

Tim rolled her over and slid the panties off her wrists.

"Who the fuck do you fucking think you fucking are? You think a fucking game is what gives you this fucking right? Get the fuck out," she screamed.

Tim headed out of her room, Amy right behind him, continuing to scream. Tim grabbed the bag he had taken her lingerie out of. "There are 5 more sets in here, all different colors to get you started. Brittney will help you with the rest."

Amy flung the bag at the wall. "Fuck you! Fuck Brittney, and fuck your fucking bag!"

Tim walked out the door to a barrage of "fuck yous" and any other thoughts Amy could scream, standing in her doorway in nothing but her cum-covered bra.

Amy slammed the door. Within seconds, Tim's phone rang, and the verbal attack continued. "You must be out of your fucking mind! I try to have a little fun, and you pull this shit? You think you're that fucking good? You bastard, just because you fucked me? Well, fuck you!" And she slammed down the phone.

A couple of minutes later, she called again. Tim answered the call but didn't speak, letting her go off on another tirade, never saying anything before she slammed the phone down again. Amy called him one more time. "You fucking jerk, I fucking hate you!"

After an hour or so, Tim's phone chirped with a text: You SUCK! Another text: PRICK!

His phone went silent for over an hour. Tim was sitting in bed, sipping a brandy, when his phone rang again. He picked it up without saying a word.

"Anything for the WINNER."

Tim smirked as he hung up, took one last sip, and went to sleep.