Pleasure and Punishment

If I let him come any closer, I might explode. He holds all the power, all the cards. He knows this, it's his game and I'm just a player. I know this, yet I let him come inside. I want something to happen. My gut says he's dangerous. The stars say, run away. Yet I play his game. His fantasies are my fantasies, his thoughts my thoughts, we are ying and yang. A perfect compliment, but an explosive disaster. I question his motives, and I question my motives. Am I being honest if I say that this isn't serious? Am I lying to myself to protect my heart? He wants a casual relationship, an open relationship, a swinging relationship and I say I do, too. But I'm not sure if I mean that. I don't want to lose him, but I don't want to miss out on this adventure either. Our year long friendship turned into dirty late night story telling, has morphed into something I've never experienced. We decide that our friendship is strong enough and decide to test the waters. 

"Rules", he says. "We have to have rules so that we are both comfortable". 

"Like 50 shades rules", I say.

"Well those too, obviously. But rules for who we see, where we see them".

Neither of us have ever been in a relationship like this, but we've both researched it and found that it is definitely something we both desire. Talking about our expectations turns me on, and he knows this. We decided to not touch each other for 30 days. The 30 days was to make sure we were both on the same page, and to strengthen our relationship while we made plans to move forward as a different kind of couple. We knew it was rare, what we wanted. We made it well over a year as best friends, so the anticipation of our sexual conquests will either be a bust or the biggest bust both of us have ever had. I'm hoping for the latter. 

His hand brushes my bare thigh when he reaches over to grab the iPad off of my lap. I quiver, and goosebumps fill my body. My nipples get hard and I replay our conversation from last night in my head. "Say it one more time and I'll punish you. I'll take you and bend you over wherever we are, and punish you. Is that what you want?" he said. Instantly wet, I respond, "yes". He knows what I'm thinking about and smiles a sideways grin, and runs his hand up my thigh. 

"I thought no touching, John", I say. Hoping he'll keep going, but higher this time. 

"It was an accident", he says, laughing and grinning, then biting his lower lip. As he moves his hand higher, I tense up and put my hand on top of his, guiding him where I want him to go. I dressed in the shortest shorts I had on purpose, just to flaunt it and to make him want me more. I made sure I was clean shaved, just in case. My fingers intertwined in his, we move our hands over my shorts, around my thighs, letting his fingers slip gently between my legs and then pulling his hand back, then firmly up my hips and to my waist. I guide his hand and tuck his fingers just underneath the waistline of my tight shorts, letting him feel the lace of my panties. I push the iPad out of his left hand and climb onto straddle him. I can feel his rock hard cock bulging and I make sure to place myself right on top of it, letting him know that I know he wants me.  

"Okay, rule number one", I whisper into his ear, "define 'no touching'", as I rocked my hips back and forth, making sure to stroke his hard cock with each movement. 

He sternly grabbed my hips pressing me deeper into him, looked me right in the eyes and forcefully said, "No fucking for 30 days". I was drenching wet. Even hearing him say those words were enough to get me off. 

"So this is okay, then?" I said softly, as I kissed his ear, then neck, and tasted his sweet sweat. I heard him inhale deeply, then exhale. "And then what about this?" I moved my tongue and my lips down his neck, kissing forcefully and blowing softly, and then I found his lips. I gently bit his lower lip, tugging and sucking on it, while he simultaneously moved his hands from my hip bones to my ass cheeks, pulling me forward and even further into his chiseled chest. He picked me up and turns me onto my back, laying me down gently and staying right with me on the leather sofa. I pull him by his T-shirt as he climbs on top. I arch my back and pull him into me, aching for him. I grab his rock hard cock with my hand through his blue jeans, and I squeeze it and let out a moan. 

"Do you want that", he asked me, smiling down and biting my nipples through my baseball tee. I didn't answer, just grabbed his face with both hands and brought his lips to mine. He repeated the question, his lips on mine, taking his hand, rubbing his fingers rough on my clit on the outside of my shorts. "I can feel how wet you are, I know you want it. But tell me how bad you want it?" 

"Bad, I want you inside me bad", I said with a panting, eager voice. "Are we breaking the first rule?"

"Only if you want to be punished". 

"Punish me".