A Savage Game

She was amused when some friends invited her over for what they called a serious session of role-playing. She was bored enough to join them, expecting a long and tedious night of young men with cheap false beards and women draping shawls over themselves, sneaking around trying to pick everyone’s pockets. So she was amused when only a few people attended, and were seated around a low table, each possessing only dice, a pen and a pad of paper. It seemed ridiculous, when she could have better spent her time flirting at a club somewhere, having much better odds of not going home alone. She sighed, resolving to make the best of it, the immediate future looking incredibly bleak.

And the late arrival came through the door. Six feet tall, chin length brown hair, and the simple glitter of a diamond in one ear. He was introduced around the table as Brandon. She was immediately intrigued, and tried to keep from obviously staring at him. His voice was low, and he had a dark and deceptive way of glancing around the table at the other players. His blue-gray eyes met hers just once, and she felt the electric jolt across the table. She began to pay attention, watching the way he moved, the way he spoke, becoming entranced and incredibly aroused by the deliciously savage way he described his game character’s actions, severing enemies’ heads, tearing his sword slowly through monsters. The quiet deliberation on his face was rapidly becoming the most erotic thing she’d ever witnessed. She mentioned a few deliberately savage things, and drew his attention back to her, proceeding to ignore the rest of the table while the game progressed, matching wits only against each other. When the game broke up, she moved in, strategically cornering him by the door.

He was surprised when the viciously creative woman with the dark red hair across the table invited him for coffee. He’d watched her play, watched her flirt, and had been steadily more attracted to her for the past hour. He was quiet at first in the coffee house, and then began to lower a few walls, enjoying her company. She didn’t seem to care if anything she said offended anyone else, was almost brutally honest when she spoke, and Brandon hadn’t had honesty for quite some time. They slowly moved into darker, more sexually explicit subjects, discovering that they shared an interest in Japanese erotic animation, hentai and manga. She began to smile more often at him when she mentioned illustrated vampire sorcerers and how very much she liked to be bitten. He grinned, relaxed enough in her company to admit to his complete, full-bodied weakness for being clawed by a woman’s nails. And he felt more than willing when she asked him to come home with her, for what they both knew wouldn’t be another coffee.

Brandon glanced around at the showroom floor-style apartment that seemed so completely at odds with her dark and somehow violent personality. She showed him to a rather comfortable chair, and they began talking again, escort bayanlar getting relaxed with each other again after the mildly jarring interruption caused by the drive over. Then he felt his breath stop as she came to sit on the edge of the coffee table before him and leaned forward, putting her hand on his thigh.

“I’ll let you do anything you like to me, Brandon, ” she said suddenly in her quiet, continually amused voice, looking up at him with those dark green, penetrating eyes. She grinned. “Be brutal, be sweet, bite me, tongue me, tear me apart, or turn me over and take me backward. I want to know what you’re capable of, even if the idea shocks you.”

Brandon froze, wondering immediately at the joke, trying to figure out the trick. He suspiciously cast his mind about for the trap she was laying, and was caught unawares when she leaned closer to him, placing her other hand on his knee. She grinned, baring those deliciously sharp teeth at him.

“I’d like to know you better, and I can only know you like that by seeing how you put your hands on me. Don’t think twice about it, whatever comes into your mind, and don’t doubt anything you want to do, however outrageous it is.” She stood then, and bent down to run her tongue over his lower lip. He was too shaken by surprise to kiss her. She smiled, then whispered against his mouth, “And I won’t say a word.”

He suddenly decided he didn’t care if she was leading him on, or setting him up. He had been half hard since she looked at him across that gaming table, saying in that dark, sexy voice that she was slitting the throat of a warlord. He’d felt himself harden to full, throbbing length the moment she touched his thigh, and was past the point of caring whether she lied. He stood, brushing against her, feeling his cock twitch as his chest moved against her breasts, and he looked down at her, breathing fast. She just smiled that savage smile, taunting him, challenging him. He looked around the immaculate room; and an evil grin crossed his handsome face. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to an empty part of the floor, and then leaving her there while he crossed to the curtains. He ripped a cord from the hanging drapes and returned to her. Brandon pulled her hands behind her back and tied them tightly together.

She laughed quietly, low in her throat. “Oh, yes, darling, that’s the way.”

Her laugh ripped through him like a knife, urging him to conquer. He snarled and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head back before lowering his head. He sank his teeth into the side of her throat, felt the shock tighten her body, and tasted the sweet sharpness of blood in his mouth. She moaned, and the sound drew him out of his anger enough to look at her. She grinned savagely at him, and then moved up on her toes to kiss him violently, spreading the blood over his teeth with her tongue. He realized she hadn’t been laughing at him, but laughing with the suddenness tuzla anal escort of her pleasure, and the thought made him take his time on her mouth, twirling and stroking her tongue with his, holding her steady with a fist in her hair.

After a moment, he stepped away and looked around. He saw a black silk scarf by the couch and picked it up, then tied it neatly over her eyes, grinning darkly when it was in place. He saw the droplets of blood welling on her throat where he’d bitten her, took his time running his tongue over them, and then nibbling along her throat to her ear. He gently bit the edge of the lobe. He brought up his hand to run his fingers across her mouth; a feral grin crossing his face when her lips parted and she followed his hand with her tongue. He moved behind her and brought his hands around, then cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples and rolling them, delighting in her gasp of pleasure-pain. He turned her to face him then, an evil grin on his face, and ran his tongue along her mouth, pulling back before she could kiss him. He moved to his knees, taking the edges of her blouse and pulling hard, making her jump as the fabric tore. Brandon made short work on the center clasp of her strapless bra, and then let the fabric fall to the floor. He absently tucked his hair behind his ear, then leaned in to flick the very tip of his tongue over one dark pink nipple, grinning to himself when her body tensed. He brought up a hand to cup and squeeze one breast, feeling every gasp she made ripple through his cock.

Suddenly incredibly interested in testing the limits of her willingness, he took hold of her skirt on either side of the seam, and then ripped it apart. She cried out once, jumping at the surprise. He laughed as she immediately stood still again, breathing fast, but otherwise outwardly calm. Brandon regarded the thin swatch of blue panties she wore, suddenly very much in a mood to tease and torment. He ran his tongue along the top edge of the dark blue silk, along her lower belly and over her hip. She smelled sweet, like vanilla perfume, and her scent was melting his mind.

He stood suddenly, bringing his hands behind her back to cups her ass. He pulled her against him savagely, dragging her up so that her hips pressed hard against his. He dipped his head to kiss her roughly, thrusting his tongue as deeply as possible into her mouth. His blood felt like lava in his veins, and he was beginning to tremble from sheer vicious hunger for her. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, and promised himself to take his time with her later, but for that very moment, being inside her was everything, being inside her was all.

Brandon lowered her back on her feet, and then tore the blue silk at the hips, tossing it impatiently away before unbuckling and unzipping his pants. He cupped her ass then, lifting her and dragging her hard against him, feeling her breasts press against his chest, escort tuzla bayan her knees lift and her ankles lock around his waist. He held her still for a moment, the very tip of his cock poised at her entrance, her heat burning him, her slick moisture making him want to groan. He lowered his mouth to hers, brushed his lips softly just once across hers. She made the slightest gasp, her lips parting, and the moment was shattered, Brandon’s control along with it. He kissed her with the passion of a demon, all tongue and teeth, the very instant he rammed himself into her depths. He swallowed her moan and matched it with a savage growl of his own, every inch of his body on fire for her.

He tightened his hold on her hips, raising her and plunging violently inside, leaning his shoulders back to compensate for the fact she couldn’t hold on. His tongue swirled restlessly around hers, feeling just as burned by the heat of her mouth as the boiling wetness of her pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. He could feel his balls tightening, knew she was close from the moans she was making, and he increased his speed, suddenly impossibly fierce. He slammed himself hard within her, impaling her again and again, feeling her clit press and slide up the length of his cock as he pushed back into her body. She cried out sharply then, into his mouth, and he growled, feeling her spine grow rigid, her body beginning to tremble, feeling her slick moistness pressing against his balls when he was completely inside.

He snarled low in his throat and sank his teeth viciously into her tongue. She moaned again as he felt the sudden sharpness of blood in his mouth. Brandon dug his short nails into her hips and pounding brutally against her, into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. His balls tightened, and he groaned once, a savage and bestial sound, as he began to come inside her, shooting scalding lava strongly into her smooth, slick flesh. He jerked against her, his cock twitching in her depths, thrusting a few more times, only slowing when he’d stopped bursting inside her. Then he moved carefully to his knees.

He drew his head back and rested his forehead against her shoulder for one long moment, breathing fast, feeling his heart pound violently against his ribs, feeling her tremble in his arms. He took a deep, ragged breath and untied her hands, letting the rope fall to the floor. He pulled the blindfold away and slipped his hands into her hair, kissing her slowly, trying to soothe the sting of his teeth. Her hands came to his back and he smiled, feeling her press close against him. Brandon leaned his head back and grinned at her.

“You said you wanted to know more about me,” he told her quietly. “Does that answer your question?”

She narrowed her dark green eyes at him, baring her own teeth in a sharp grin. She flicked a fingernail over his single earring idly. “Well, darling,” she said in that infuriatingly amused tone. “It’s a start.”

She stood, pulling away from him, and turned to walk into the bedroom, dropping her torn blouse as she went. Brandon grinned savagely, seeing the small half moons of blood in the muscle of her lean ass cheeks from his nails. He stood, pulling off his own shirt, and followed her, tossing it aside.