My Boyfriend's Best Friend
“Zack, all I’m asking is for you to meet me halfway! That’s it! I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with!” I huffed down the phone.
“Alice, I’m sick to the back teeth of talking about this! Listen, I’ve got a meeting to go to. I’ll meet you after work tonight, okay? Listen, Jake will be over soon--”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snapped, rolling my eyes.
“All you have to do is give him the keys to the shop, Alice. That’s it. I’ve told him to leave you alone and not bother you. We both know you can’t stand him.”
“I don’t like how he looks at me,” I sighed. Wasn’t that the understatement of the century!
“He looks at you the way any bloke would look at their best friend’s girlfriend. He doesn’t have a problem with you!”
Poor, innocent, naive Zack. He had no idea what messages Jake was sending behind those so-called friendly looks.
“Tell him the keys are on the table in the hallway. I’m going for a bath. There’s no need for me to see him,” I hung up without saying another word, so seething at Zack’s reluctance to experiment, and now I had the added burden of Jake coming over.
It was for the best that I got the hell out of dodge. Jake was dangerous.
I was in my bedroom, looking down on the bed at the new equipment I had bought to try and entice Zack when I realised just how dangerous Jake really was.
It’s funny, you can drown out background noises, especially when you’re expecting to hear it. The sound of the running tap for my bath was soothing. Distracting. I barely noticed it was there, it was just a dull hum in my mind as I put away my toys, resigning myself to a life of vanilla. Yet even though I was barely focusing on the sound, I noticed the second it stopped.
My head whipped around to the open bedroom door, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Hello?” I called out, mentally kicking myself the minute the word left my lips. How fucking cliché! A barely dressed woman, alone in the house with a potential intruder and the first thing she does is shout out and give away her location!
“Hello,” a voice called back, sounding much closer than I would have liked. I heard the creak of the old floorboards under his feet and felt my heart drop into my stomach. “I did knock,” he grinned, poking his head around the door. “But over the sound of the water, it seems like you didn’t hear me.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to just walk in here, Jake!” I snapped, grabbing the silk dressing gown off my bed and shrugged my arms into it.
“Don’t cover up on my account--”
“Don’t!” I warned, interrupting him before he could finish that sentence. “Don’t say another word.”
“Oooh, we’re feisty today,” he laughed, coming into my bedroom. He had a look in his gaze that made my mouth dry up. Swallowing was impossible.
“The keys are on the table downstairs, Jake. Get them and leave.” I hated that my voice sounded weak. I wanted to appear confident and in control, and instead, there was a tremor accompanying every word I spoke.
“Trouble in paradise, Alice?” Jake asked, ignoring me completely.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m pretty sure you do. Zack told me. He asked me to check up on you whilst I was here. Do you know,” he chuckled, stepping even closer to me, “the poor bloke actually thinks you’re stepping out on him.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous. Zack knows I’d never cheat on him!”
“He used to believe that. That was until you started badgering him for a taste of a different life.” He reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair, spinning it around his fingers. “I knew from the moment I set eyes on you that you were a wild one. You may bat your lashes and play coy, but I knew deep down there was an insatiable woman who was dying to be set free.”
His eyes burned with desire as they raked over my body. I felt the tremor run through me and fought to suppress my shudder of desire. I was was late though, and we both knew it.
“Zack wouldn’t tell you--”
“What, Alice? He wouldn’t tell me what? He wouldn’t tell me how you’ve been begging to dress up for him? How you want him to be your slave, how you want to be called Mistress? Or how about the fact that you want to punish him, whip him, have him at your feet begging for more?”
I closed my eyes as his words assaulted my senses. I felt my pussy clench and knew that I was close to losing. Close to giving in.
I told you, Jake was dangerous.
I heard him move, felt the air shift around me and snapped open my eyes. I almost moaned out loud when I saw Jake on his knees in front of me.
“I can give you everything you ever dreamed of,” he whispered, lifting his hands to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Just say the word, Mistress, and I’m yours.”
I felt my restraint snap. I met his gaze and knew I was lost. I wanted this. Needed this. And if Zack wouldn’t give it to me, I had a perfectly willing slave here ready to fill in the blanks.
I loosened the belt on my dressing gown and shrugged it off my shoulders, sighing softly at the sensation of it sliding down my legs and pooling at my feet.
Jake chuckled, and I snapped to attention, bending down to grab his jaw in my hand and forced him to look up at me.
“Tut, tut,” I whispered, placing my lips over his ever so slightly. “Slaves, don’t get to come in here and make demands. Slaves don’t get to meet my gaze, and they certainly don’t get to look upon me without my express permission.”
I stood back up straight and looked down at him with a sneer, “and disobedient slaves need to be published.”
Before he had the chance to react, I placed my stilettoed foot on his chest and gently kicked him back. “On your stomach. Now.” I demanded.
Jake didn’t hesitate for a second. He flipped onto his stomach, placing his hands at either side of his head.
I grabbed hold of the bedpost as I placed my heal on his back, watching the way the skin dimpled beneath it, and with a deep sigh of relief, I surrendered my weight to him. I walked from the bottom of his back, up to his shoulders and back again. I heard Jack’s grunts beneath me and my eyes rolled into the back of my head in unadulterated bliss.
“Shut up!” I snapped, grinding my heel down on the small of his back.
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.
I stepped off his back and walked over to the dresser, pulling out the pair of handcuffs from the drawer, placing them on the floor next to him.
“On your knees, slave, move over to the bed,” I watched as he crawled over to the bed on his hands and knees, and before I could stop myself, I kicked out at his ass. “Faster!” I snapped.
Once he was where I wanted him, I ordered him to put his hands behind his back and warned him not to move them. I wasn’t ready to use the handcuffs just yet. He would need his hands for what I had planned.
He played his part well, refusing to meet my gaze as my hands roamed over his body, touching his chest that was lightly sprinkled with hair, following the trail down as it thickened over his stomach and down to the waistband of his jeans. His breathing came faster as I raked my nails down his chest, leaving angry-looking marks in their wake. I felt his cock jerk against the denim, and I popped open the button, allowing it to spring free.
I cupped my hands around him and stroked the length of his cock. He did his best to suppress a groan, and I laughed at him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “don’t even kid yourself. You haven’t nearly begun to do enough to satisfy me to earn your reward. You will cum when I tell you to, and only then. Do I make myself clear, slave?”
“Good,” I grinned, getting back to my feet. “Now, I think its time you showed me exactly what you’re capable of.” I raised my feet, scraping the toes of the stiletto over his chest as I lifted it over his shoulder, bringing my soaking pussy closer to his face. “Make me cum. You have five minutes. Believe me, you won’t like the punishment if you let me down and fail at the first hurdle.”
He wasted no time pushing his face into my pussy. He stroked along the folds of my lips with his tongue, opening me up to his mouth as he pushed in deeper, seeking out my clit. I snatched a handful of his hair in a grip that I knew would be painful and forced his face closer to me. He sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his teeth, grazing them along it before he bit down, sending a jolt of desire fizzing through me.
I moaned out loud, digging my heel into his back to show him that I wanted more and quick. He obliged, bringing his hands up to my ass, sliding them underneath me so he could open up my pussy lips. He slid two fingers inside me, and I clenched around him, encouraging his movements. He trust in and out of me with a speed that made me dizzy, coating his fingers in my pussy juices as his tongue continued to work its magic on my clit. He would suck it into his mouth so tightly, bringing me to the point of the most pleasurable pain before he released it and flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip.
He repeated this over and over, and I tightened the grip I had on his hair, daring him to keep delivering pain to his Mistress. This only encouraged him as his fingers picked up even more speed, the sound of my wet pussy filling the air as he drilled into me.
I gasped as I felt the tightening sensation in my stomach, telling me that my orgasm was building at a speed I hadn’t expected. I thrust my hips forward, smothering his face with my pussy, demanding more, needing more.
He felt the tremor in my legs and removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue as my orgasm washed over me, filling his mouth with my release.
I snapped back from him, looking down at his panting form with a laugh. “Well, that was a good start. Up!” I clicked my fingers at him and he got to his feet. “Turn around and grab the bedpost.”
When I had him where I wanted him, I picked up the handcuffs and locked them around his wrists.
"Don't look behind you. Don't move a muscle. I'll be able to tell. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," he muttered.
"Yes, what?!" I snapped, grabbing his hair and yanking his head backwards.
"Much better," I kissed his cheek and walked out of the room, heading towards the bathroom and picked up one of the candles I had lit earlier for my bath along with a little extra something. Something I had wanted to use for a long time.
I walked back to him, dropping my surprise at his feet before wrapping my arms around his waist, bringing the candle into his line of vision. I felt the jerk in his stomach as he tensed up.
"Did it please you to hurt your mistress?" I breathed huskily.
"No, Mistress," he stammered.
"Then why did you do it? I warned you - disobedient slaves need to be punished." I brought the candle to his chest and tipped it, allowing the hot wax to drip down his skin. He sucked in his breath with a hiss. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently as the metal on the handcuffs banged against the bedpost. "Do you not like your punishment?"
"I love it, Mistress."
"Good. Hold this," I demanded, placing the candle in his hands. I bent down, pushing his jeans to his ankles as I did so. I picked up his surprise, and with a flick of my wrist, I slapped the wooden paddle against his bare ass.
He cried out, jerking away from me, hissing as the candle wax spilt on to his fingers.
I tutted at him, "now, now. That's not taking your punishment like a good boy, is it? The more you move, the more that candle is going to burn you, and I would hate to see you in more pain than you deserve." I spanked him with the paddle again, his groan of pleasure filling the room. I repeated the action twice more, loving the feeling of his legs shaking in front of me.
I dropped the paddle and reached around his waist, seeking out the fierce hardness of his cock. "It looks like you enjoyed that," I murmured, stroking my finger along the tip if it, spreading the small burst of pre-cum that had leaked out.
"I feel sorry for you, slave. I'll stop playing with you now. Do you want your mistress to take care of this?" I whispered into his ear, running my tongue along it and biting down gently.
"Yes, please," he whispered back, his voice shaking.
"It would be my pleasure," I chuckled, wrapping my fist around the shaft as I began to pump up and down. He hissed between his teeth, his ass clenching against my stomach as he fought for control. "Do you like that?" I asked, picking up speed. He didn't answer me as he focused on holding back, no doubt remembering my earlier threat of only coming when I told him to. "It's okay," I soothed, using my other hand to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His cock jerked in my hand as I did so. "You can tell me if you like this. I won't mind."
"Yes, Mistress. I like it," he admitted on a shaky breath.
"Good," I kept stroking his cock, twisting my wrist as I slid up and down his shaft.
"Fuck," he muttered, his free hand clutching the bed post tighter. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against the wooden pole. His balls tightened in my hands, and I knew that I had brought him to the very edge.
With a wicked laugh, I removed my hands, ignoring his desperate gasp of frustration. "Actually, I've changed my mind. I think I might want to play just a little bit more."
I removed the candle from his hand and placed it on the bedside table before I unclasped the handcuffs and instructed him to lay down on the bed, climbing on top of him in the same instant.
"You do not touch me. You keep your hands pinned above your head and don't dare move them. This is not for your pleasure, slave, and if you start showing me that you're enjoying it, you will be punished. Once I'm finished, and only then, I'll think about letting you cum. If you let me down, you won't cum at all tonight. Understood?"
"Such a good boy," I said, rising up to my knees and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy, sinking down on it in one fluid movement.
I let out a gasp as he filled me completely, stretching my pussy open. I could feel the way my pussy lips dragged along the length of his cock as I moved. I rocked my hips against him, my hands travelling up to my tits to tug on my own nipples as I rode him slow and steady, getting used to the thickness of him.
I looked at Jake and saw that he had his eyes open, but he wasn't meeting my gaze, he was watching me play with his body, his fists clenching in frustration at not being able to touch me.
I kept one hand on my tits, the other I stroked down my stomach and down to my pussy, spreading myself open so he could see me grind against his cock. His eyes followed, as I knew they would, and he let out a huff of frustration, banging his fists against the headboard behind him.
I picked up the speed, thrusting my hips forward and pushed back down on his cock, ensuring my tits bounced with my movements. I wouldn't last long like this. Just seeing him so submissive beneath me was enough, but the feel of his huge cock inside me, coupled with his obvious desperation to touch me was driving me wild. I tensed up around his cock and his eyes rolled back, and I just knew he was close, with or without my permission.
"Stop," he whispered.
"Aww, what's wrong?" I chuckled, moving even faster. I placed both my hands on his chest, digging my fingers in sharply as I arched my back, drawing him in even deeper, the speed of movements making my tits swing in front of his face.
"I won't last, Mistress, not whilst you're doing that," he admitted, the sweat beading on his forehead.
"Fuck," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "Talk to me. Tell me what it does to you to see me riding your cock."
His words would send me over the edge. His deep, husky voice, filled with longing and desperation, was exactly what I needed to reach that place of no return.
"It's more than I can stand, Mistress. I want nothing more than to grab you and give you the hard fuck you're clearly so desperate for. I want to slam my cock into you over and over until you're crying for more. Until I'm the only thing you can think of. I want to take you and make you mine."
I screamed out as my orgasm hit me. I could barely move as the pleasure washed over my body, and Jake finally gave in, grabbing hold of my hips to encourage me to keep going, to ride it out and take every last bit of pleasure I could from his cock. I allowed him to help, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocked me against his cock.
"Please, Mistress, please tell me it's enough," he said, his eyes closing, as he ground his teeth in an effort to hold back.
"Oh, Jake," I stopped moving, going rigid in his arms. He opened his eyes, and I looked down at him with a sneer. "I warned you not to touch me."
I climbed off him and jumped off the bed, bending down low to pick up my dressing gown off the floor. "Alice..?" He questioned, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
"I told me. Touch me, and you wouldn't be able to cum. You broke the rules, now its time to accept your punishment. I'm going for my bath. You can see yourself out before Zack gets home, right?"
He looked at me in astonishment and I laughed, turning out of the room and down the hallway. I paused for a second and looked back at him as he climbed off the bed and pushed his legs into his jeans.
"Oh, and Jake?"
"What?" He snapped with undisguised anger.
"Zack will be at the office again tonight. Let's see if you can do better with round two."
And with that I left him, locking the bathroom door behind me.