A Game

She stood outside the pub for a moment, pondering whether or not she should go in. She murmured thoughtfully to herself before deciding 'what the hell' she was on vacation, why the hell not? She pulled the door open and entered the darkened pub. She made her way to the bar where a man asked her in a thick accent what he could get for her.

"Just a shot of tequila please darlin," Her own thick accent rolled off her tongue, but hers wasn't the same English accent the barkeep had. Hers was American, from the southern states.

He nodded and poured her the shot. She eyed it warily, it never failed, she and the first shot of tequila had a ten minute staring contest.

A man, who'd watched her come in, came and sat down beside her about 6 minutes into her staring contest with the tequila. He'd noticed her wearing the jeans and short t-shirt, the straps of her thongs peeking out over the waist of her jeans sometimes when she moved.

"Are you going to drink that or stare at it all night?"

She blinked and looked up to him blushing slightly. Before she said anything else she took the shot glass and winced as she swallowed the tequila. She gasped before she spoke and set the shot glass down hard.

"Sorry, I always have a staring contest with the first one..."

He grinned slightly and signaled the tender for another for her. She blushed again. They spoke for a few moments, exchanging pleasantries about where she was from and what she was doing in a tiny pub on the outskirts of London. Her second shot arrived and she winced looking at it.

"If you detest tequila so much, why do you drink it?"

"I actually adore the taste, hate the burn. By the 4th shot I'll be ok" she grinned at that thought. "Though... I once carried a near empty bottle around all night and cried when my friend tried to take it away. Promise me you'll not let me get that drunk here in a strange town tonight. I'm putting my trust in you."

"Giving me control of you hmm?"

She blushed red and didn't answer by taking the shot. He grinned and she looked back to him. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her blush returned. He got the attention of the tender and paid him for her two shots. She tried to protest and he shushed her. He stood and offered her an arm. She took it and he led her back out into the cool night air. Her body tingled just a tad with the tequila and she smiled.

He let her arm go and reached down. She thought he was going to take her hand, but he didn't. His slender fingers grasped her wrist and a shiver ran through her. He noticed and grinned to himself. He led her to a flat not far from the pub and led her inside, still grasping her wrist.

She balked just inside the door. He let her wrist go and arched a brow as he tried to shut the door. She moved out of the way and he smiled.

As soon as the door shut he reached up and wound his fingers through her hair, he move as though to kiss her, pulling her hair enough to either make her wince and tell him to stop, or moan. She did the latter, he grinned wickedly.

"I thought as much." He pulled her by her hair to the couch none too gently and told her to kneel. She did. He sat in front of her on the couch, her hair mussed as she looked up at him.

"Look at you, a little slut, on your knees in a stranger's flat thousands of miles from home." She winced and looked down. She heard him struggle out of his pants from a sitting position. She blushed all over again.

He grabbed her hair again and she whimpered slightly. He pulled her to his lap and without question she let her tongue dart out and circle the head of his rapidly hardening cock. He moaned and tugged on her hair. She took him into his mouth and slowly let her head sink over him. She enjoyed the way he gasped as she did. She sucked as she pulled back up. He moaned again.

He guided her head up and down his shaft as she sucked and licked on him, her tongue ring caressed the underside of his cock beautifully as she moved. He felt himself harden fully and moaned as she continued sucking. He finally pulled her head off roughly and she whimpered loudly, both from the pain and the loss of his cock.

"Greedy little slut. Stand and undress, bend over the arm of the couch and wait till I get back."

He stood and pulled his pants back up carefully and went to his room. She did as she was told, neatly folding her clothes and moving them out of the way. She leaned her body over the couch and stretched her top out along it. He returned a few moments later and slipped a blindfold over her eyes and a ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered against it and a hand came down hard on her ass. She jumped and shrieked against the gag. He wrenched both her hands behind her back and cuffed them there with soft cuffs. She whimpered and he slapped her cheek slightly.

She quieted and he could smell her arousal. His fingers darted down and he grinned as he met wetness. Without a word her stood behind her and plunged into her. She moaned both in pleasure and pain. The sudden fullness made her whimper as well. He brought the cane down on her ass. She shrieked in pain and tried in vain to wriggle away. He took her cuffs in hand and used them as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of her.

She was in agony from the cane but in immense pleasure from him fucking her as well. Her body tingled and she squirmed against him. He moaned as he watched the bright red welt appear on her body. Careful not to hit himself he brought the cane down again while he thrust particularly hard, jarring her against the couch. She let out a scream against the ball gag and could see the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. He moaned softly at the sight. She was soaking wet now. Even the pain was turning her on as intense as it was.

He thrust into her over and over her body clenching around him. He switched hands on the cuffs and brought the cane down three times in rapid succession against her other cheek. She screamed and fought against him, fucking back against him even as she tried to get away. He let her and the cane go, reaching down to grab her hips. Her ass was hot from the cane and he groaned as he plunged in and out of her. He dug his nails into her hips making her moan. One hand came up and started swatting the cane welts. She cried harder against the gag.

He came down with a final hard swat against her ass as he came hard, buried deep inside her. He steadied himself against her for a few minutes as he regained control of himself.

He pulled away from her and un-cuffed her gently. He removed the blind fold and the gag. He let himself fall onto the couch and motioned her to him. She obeyed resting her head on his leg. He smiled as he let his hand stroke her hair tenderly.

"You never tire of that game do you pet?"

She shook her head and nuzzled herself against him as she closed her eyes.