SF Weekend Chapter 3

WARNING - ADULT CONTENT
NC-17+

You'll have to go to
http://satanswrath.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-now-for.html
For chapter 1 and
http://satanswrath.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-two.html
for chapter 2 of this story.

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When we left our hero in Chapter 2 he had been left imprisoned by a devilish seductress:

I wait expectantly, ready for her to mount me. Instead Darla pulls on a black leather skirt and starched light blue cotton blouse. ...

She loosens the cock harness and then gathers the pre-cum from my tip. Licking her finger, she replies "My cunt is aching for cock, but I take my promise to tease and torment you very seriously."

With that she kissed me and walked out of the bedroom, closing the doors behind her. I was bound, hard, and frustrated.

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Continued ...

What seemed like hours later- I woke to the sound of the outer door opening. Seconds later Darla burst into the bedroom. She's on the bed, urgently kissing me. Then she's off me, sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window, out of my reach.

"I have to tell you something."

"What?"

Softly- "Wait. Don't say anything. Wait."

"I did something."

A sickening lurch in my gut. I want to move. I want to sit up but I can't.

"We had a couple of drinks downstairs in the cocktail lounge. I couldn't think. I couldn't stop thinking."

"We talked. We just talked. We talked about old times. We talked about life."

"I leaned against him. I leaned into him in the booth. He held me. But then he sat me back up straight. He pulled away. I knew I wanted it. I knew he wanted it."

"I got up. I was going to go to the bathroom and cool off."

"But instead I said 'dance with me'. I know he wasn't comfortable but he did. The bar was almost empty and quiet- just the lobby Muzak playing."

"We held each other. I was dripping. I held him tight. I ground against him. He was hard. He pulled back but I held him tight. We just rocked there. Clinging."

"Then I looked into his eyes and kissed him. I really kissed him. He kissed me back. And I came. I came just kissing him, grinding against him. I came hard, he had to hold me up."

"And then I looked over his shoulder. The bar is practically part of the lobby. It was barely even dark out. I saw her. Standing right there. The hotel conference manager was standing right there. Theresa, the woman I worked with to arrange the conference. The woman I introduced to you yesterday when you got here. She was looking at me like I was a cheap slut. She was standing right there while I had an orgasm. She had to see. She had to know. She had to know he wasn't you and I was a slut."

"I ran out of the bar and took the elevator."

I try to comfort her. I try to say something. I don't know what to say though. Her back to me, she's quiet. Is she crying?

She turns to me. She isn't crying. Her eyes are clear. She whispers "I had to run out."

"It's okay." I comfort.

Whisper "No, I had to run out. I had to or else. I wasn't done. I wanted it. I wanted them to see. I wanted more. I imagined bending over the bar, getting fucked while the hotel staff watched."

"I had to run out. I had to before it was too late. I felt like a slut. I wanted to be a slut. I am a slut."

"I am a slut. I am a cockslut. I want cock."

Hearing this, seeing the look of desire in her eyes, I'm hard. I'm so hard. I think about what she did and I'm torn. I'm angry. I'm jealous. I'm hard.

"I was supposed to tease you until you couldn't take it anymore. I ended up teasing myself. We have to stop it. We have to go. We need to be together. Together without all this... Without this game we're playing. Without Jonas."

"Because if we don't, if I see him again..."

"What?"

"I want to play. I want to play with fire. I want to feel the heat. Once I start, I don't know if I can stop. I don't know if I can stop before I burn. I want to burn."

Silence. I'm shocked. My cock is hard. Hard. I can't help it.

...

The room phone rings. It rings. "Answer it. You better answer it." She lets it ring. It rings again. She lets it. Silence.

She goes to get the padlock key on its silver chain. She reaches to unlock me.

A knock at the door. "Darla, are you there? Are you okay?" Jonas asks.

I urge. "You have to talk to him. You have to tell him something."

"I can't."

"Talk through the door."

"I can't have him in the hall. I can't have this conversation with him in the hall." ... "Okay, I'll talk to him."

She walks to the door. "Jonas?"

"Darla, are you okay? I'm sorry. Can we talk? Are you alone?"

"Alex is here. He knows. I told him what I did. He knows. ... I can't talk to you like this."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't. I mean I can't talk through the hall door. Alex has to hear this. You have to hear this. If I'm going to say this you both have to hear. I can't face you though. I'll go in the bedroom and close the door. Give me a minute."

She unlocks the hall door, comes into the bedroom and closes the doors behind her. "Okay!"

Jonas' voice comes through the door "I'm sorry. Darla. Alex- I'm sorry. I felt something happening before it was really happening and I didn't stop."

Darla sits on the floor, leaning against the door. "Jonas. Sit down. Sit down against the door. I want you close. I want you both close." I can't see her. She's close, but with my head at the foot of the bed I can't see her.

"Jonas, you've been my friend a long time. I'm the one that is sorry. I went too far. Oh god I went too far. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. You weren't supposed to be part of This."

I whisper "Get me out of this stuff. I don't think this is a conversation I want to have helpless like this."

She stands up and leans over the foot of the bed. She kisses me deeply, hungrily. Whispering "Wait. Wait a little while. It's easier for me like this." She kisses me again and cradles my face. "I love you."

Jonas responds "Don't get me wrong. I liked it. I liked every second of it. It wasn't fair for either of us to do that to Alex."

"It wasn't fair. I didn't think. I think it's okay though." She smiles down at me "Is it okay? Is it okay that I danced with Jonas? Is it okay that I kissed him? Is it okay that I felt his hard cock and wanted it? That I really, really wanted it? Are you upset?"

I croak "Yes, I'm upset. You know I'm upset. It's okay though. You did something. Mostly you wanted to do something and that's okay. Wanting is okay. That's what we're doing. Wanting. That's the game. That's our game though."

From behind the door I hear Jonas- "Alex it was my fault. I shouldn't have let it go that far. Don't be mad at Darla. Be mad at me."

"I'm not mad. It upset me but I'm not mad. I'm not mad at you."

"Darla, this wasn't part of the game though. This wasn't part of the deal."

Jonas asks "What game? What deal?"

"It was just between Alex and me. I got carried away. I really did."

"Jonas, don't worry. Alex is getting just what he asked for right now. I'm spending the weekend teasing, tantalizing him, working him up, making him desire me but wait. I wanted it. He wanted it."

Finally I whisper "What are you doing. Don't tell him anymore. He isn't part of it."

She whispers "Maybe that should change. Maybe I want to change it."

Louder, so Jonas can hear, she tells me "You've told me your fantasies. About how you used to fantasize your wife with other guys. About how you imagined her coming home from a date and telling you about it. About being forced to watch."

"That was fantasy. Plus it was my ex-wife. It was part of us falling apart. Part of me dealing with the idea she was having an affair."

She asks "Just then? Just at the end of your marriage?"

Oh well. I guess she has me. "Okay. No. Pretty much the whole time we were together. But it was just A fantasy."

"Not your favorite, hottest fantasy? Be honest."

Shit. "Yes, it was my favorite, hottest fantasy."

Darla leaned over me again. Gazing into my eyes she asks "Do you fantasize about me the same way?" I look up at her, having trouble thinking of an appropriate response. I croak "yes".

Darla reaches down my body and slides a finger up my erect cock. She asks "How do you feel thinking about me wanting to fuck Jonas."

I swallow. This is the time to put up or shut up. I tell her the truth- "The moment you walked out the the door this afternoon I started thinking about you. About how you were so sexy. About how you didn't have panties on and had just ridden my face to a shuddering orgasm. About how I was here helpless, tied spreadeagled to the bed. About how you were going to meet Jonas for drinks after telling me 'My cunt is aching for cock, but I take my promise to tease and torment you very seriously.' I thought about how you were horny, about how your pussy must have felt, still wet, against your leather skirt when you sat. I thought about how horny and uninhibited you get from a little alcohol."

"When you came back and told me what happened my heart was in my throat. And now, I'm so horny thinking that you might fuck him."

Jonas has been silent. Completely silent. Now he asks "Are you really serious? Do you both want this to go beyond a fantasy? Why with me? Why not a stranger? If you want to watch her why not just a stranger with no strings?"

I respond- quickly, knowing exactly why. "I don't want to whore her out. I don't want her to put on a show for me. I only want her to get what she wants. I want her to. But I don't want her to just do it for me. I want her to feel it."

She asks me "Do you want it to be real? To go beyond a fantasy?"

"Read him the contract. I want whatever you think it says."

She gets the paper from the desk and reads:

"I, Alex Starr do agree to the following:
That variety is critical for a good relationship.
That I have repeatedly begged Darla Levine to sexually tease me.
That I have repeatedly told Darla Levine about fantasies of being tied up, tickled, teased, and tormented by women.
That there's no time like the present.
I grant Darla Levine permission to have her will with me.
I agree that the tease may take on forms that I don't expect and I accept her decisions completely.
She may need to instill humility in me through various methods which I acquiesce to unconditionally.
I agree to be bound by this agreement for the next 60 hours."

I repeat her words "I accept her decisions completely. There's no time like the present. ...Now tell Jonas what you did to me before you met him for drinks."

"Jonas. I handcuffed Alex to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. I whipped him with a crop until he was red and welted. Doing that made me very wet. Then I tied him spreadeagled on the bed and teased him before riding his face to orgasm twice. Then I put my blouse and skirt on and left him there, hard and unsatisfied, still tied to the bed while I went downstairs to have drinks with you."

"Wow." "Wow. Do you really want to go farther with me Darla?"

Darla straightens up. She says "I've wanted it for a long time. I didn't consider being able to have you- to have you without not having someone else."

"Before now I didn't think about it being like this, but no I don't want to stop. Today I want to be fucked. I want your cock in my cunt. My cunt. I want Alex to know that you're fucking me. That even though he's my boyfriend and I haven't let him in me since he got to San Francisco, I want him to know that I'm getting fucked. Fucked by a man that I've wanted for fourteen years. I want to be your slut. I want to be your cockslut. I want you to fuck me and use me. I want him to know it and not get me until you're done with me."

"I'm going to walk through the door in a few minutes. I hope you'll be waiting. If you aren't I completely understand. If you want to call me and talk I understand. If you don't want to talk I understand. Now don't say anything. Just either be there or not."

Darla starts unbuttoning her blouse. She stares at herself in the vanity mirror, expressionless. She lets the blouse drop to the floor and puts the silver key chain around her neck. She unzips and steps out of her skirt. She walks to the vanity and brushes her hair, then puts the large hoop earrings on from last night. Finally she picks up the nipple rings in their velvet box and comes to me. She bends over the bed from the waist, standing almost exactly as I had been when she whipped me earlier. No words are spoken as I suckle her breasts, once again drawing her proud nipples through the constraining rings.

I thrill to the sight of her ringed nipples over the open cups of the lace bra. I thrill to the knowledge that her pussy is exposed, shiny, wet, and bare- framed by garters and hose. I thrill knowing that she is putting herself on display for Jonas.

She leans back in and kisses me deeply. Sweeping her hair back she looks into my eyes and asks "Okay?"

I echo "Okay."

She turns and steps out of my sight. I hear the doors open, not sure whether Jonas has gone or stayed.

To be continued .....