The Divine Gambit Ch. 17

"And, besides, sunshine," I continued while stroking her cheek with my thumb, "it's not like you're saying I'm not allowed to smother you on the bed, holding you in place and patiently using your body as you squirm desperately underneath me, trying to get any leverage so that you can drive your hips hard against me and get yourself to the climax I've been denying you on the precipice of for the last ten minutes. Nothing is stopping me from taking control, pinning you right at the edge, and then dragging it out until I finish describing all of the parts of you that I love, all of the parts of you that warm my heart every time I'm reminded we're together, filling your lust-drunk brain with nothing but my adoration for you. You're not asking me to stop loving you; you just want me to be more assertive when I do. You want me to take the driver's seat when we go for a ride."

"Yes, please? Now? Can we?"

I smirked, amused at Beth's change in tone and how ready she was for any attention. "We can do something, but I'm not going to do what I just described. It loses some of its potency when you know it's happening. I'm going to wait for you to forget I promised to do it, and then I'll find a time when I think you need the reminder."

"Okay. What about now, then? Because I wanted you just after the date, but, damn, am I ready now."

I slid my hand down her neck from where I had been idly cupping her jaw, continuing on over the frills of her shirt, coming to rest in the temptingly small patch of exposed skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her shorts. I let it linger there momentarily, both of us staring down as my index finger tapped the metal button. Then I pinched her shorts and undid the button, her zipper sliding down a hair as the tension was released.

However, before I either pressed forward or answered the hanging question, a timer on the kitchen counter dinged. Beth flinched in my lap in response to the noise and froze in place.

Sam came walking down the hallway, bouncing along to the music playing from the earbuds she was listening to. In just a bathrobe and a pair of fuzzy slippers, she hopped along and into the kitchen, where she took a pan out of the oven and then a bowl of something white out of the fridge. I was suddenly aware of the smell of baking chocolate, having previously been inundated exclusively with Beth's desires, missing the dessert entirely.

Beth and I remained frozen as Sam continued, isolated in her own world, spreading the topping onto what she was baking to the rhythm only she could hear. Sam twirled in place, dancing with the butter knife she was using to smooth out the topping before returning to complete the final touches. After several more gratuitous hip shakes to what must've been the song's peak, she put the now empty bowl into the sink and the pan back into the oven.

Then she turned back towards us, cocked her head, raised an eyebrow, and popped one of the earbuds out.

"Why'd you guys stop? Thought I'd have a show to pass the time while these baked."

Beth tentatively responded, "Hi, Sam. What's for dinner?"

Sam shrugged, "Wasn't sure if you guys were coming back for food or not, so I just started cheesecake brownies. I didn't mean to interrupt you, though. Do you want me to go out for an hour or so? You'll have to watch these, but then you can do what you wanted without me listening in."

Beth shook her head, "No, this is your place, too. Is Ev here? Did your mom come back?"

"Nope! Just us." Sam replied, still wiggling to the beat.

When Sam said that only the three of us remained in the apartment, I slid my hand further towards my goal, wiggling it inside Beth's shorts to cup her smoldering sex. She whimpered as my fingers toyed with her, slowly stroking her through the thin fabric. Otherwise ignoring Beth, I asked Sam, "What did you mean by 'a show,' Sam? Were you actually interested in watching?"

Sam shrugged, lifting the bottom of her robe and revealing a tantalizing amount of her milky thighs in the process. "I mean, kind of? I don't want to intrude on your date if you want some one-on-one time, but Beth and I talked about this already, about what she wanted from you. I can't say that I really know what she means. I get what she's saying, that she's comfortable letting you do anything you want because our bond means she trusts you more than she trusts herself. But I don't actually understand what the firm hand she just asked you to take with her entails, and I'd kinda like to watch just to confirm that I'm not really interested."

As Sam slowly explained how she felt, I listened intently but simultaneously kept toying with Beth. My hand in her shorts had been active, rubbing all over her nethers and gently teasing her opening through her panties, applying a pressure that made promises of things to come if only the tiny slip of lace wasn't blocking the way. My other hand started on her hip, dragging my fingertips along her torso, pausing a moment to circle my thumb around the nub of her nipple that was poking through her shirt and begging for attention. I teased her by tracing a perimeter around it before moving on, leaving it achingly untouched, moving to her neck.

My hand wrapped carefully against her neck, applying just enough pressure to hold Beth in place, a little whimper and a heavy pant the reward for my touch.

"So, you want to see me try to give Beth what she wants in order to decide if you'd be interested in ever experiencing something similar?" I asked Sam. My lower hand slipped inside Beth's waistband, my index and forefinger exploring the damp depths they found there. My other hand continued pushing upwards, gently tugging on Beth's neck, lifting her chin up until she was looking down her face at me. I paused there for a moment, hearing her heavy breathing whistling in her nose and feeling the pulse of her fluttering heartbeat racing away under my fingertips.

"Yeah, pretty much," Sam answered. "I mean, I don't think I'm going to want what she does. But I want to conclusively cross it off the list, you know?"

My index and forefinger, lubricated with the juices from her needy body, dared to delve further into Beth, spreading her open and pushing inside her. She opened her mouth and moaned wantonly, shamelessly begging me for more without using a single word. I stroked her jawline with my thumb before drawing it to the front of her mouth, tapping it lightly against her chin twice. After that slight hesitation, I inched it forward, putting it into Beth's mouth, where her lips wrapped around it, muffling the yearning gasps and melding them into sweltering groans.

"Yeah, that makes sense to me. Is there anything you know you definitely don't want to see that you think could happen?"

My fingers lodged themselves fully inside Beth, and I could feel her velvety insides clench and tighten around them, hungry for more -- more contact, more stimulation, more of me inside her, more everything. Her tongue wrapped around my thumb, and she giggled deliriously, starting to bob her head back and forth as she fellated my digit.

Sam shook her head, "I don't think so. I don't really want to see any abnormal bodily fluids, but I doubt you're going to go there."

The pads of my fingertips stroked Beth's spongy internal surface, dredging a growl of impatience out of her when I stopped with a single pull against her sensitive spots. She tried to drive her hips back and forth to create more stimulation, but I kept my hand pinned against her, synchronizing my movements to her gyrations, denying her anything more than I allowed.

"'Abnormal bodily fluids'?" I questioned.

Beth dragged her teeth along my thumb, contemplating doing something drastic to spur me forward. Without taking my eyes off Sam or losing the conversation I was having with my childhood sweetheart, I rapped my other fingers on Beth's cheek -- several quick, light taps just to remind her of what we were doing. When she relented, I rewarded her with a dozen patiently drawn out, curled strokes with my other hand, providing a cacophony of overwhelming sensations.

Sam winced but elaborated, "You know, blood, pee. Things like that."

Both of my hands were now thoroughly soaked with Beth's juices, one with her saliva and the other with her lubricant. With the one playing inside her pants, I began applying pressure to her clit with the base of my thumb as best I could, sliding my fifth digit side to side as the others stirred her insides. It was challenging to do anything precisely with how she was sitting; my hand left little room to operate, constricted by her shorts and practically pinned against my own waist as she ground against me.

"Ahh, yeah. I can confidently say that I won't be introducing anything like that," I responded to Sam.

As the new stimulus sent shockwaves up her spine, Beth moaned throatily around my finger, some of her saliva now smeared all over her face where it had dripped and run under my hand. She leaned limply forward, where the only thing holding her body upright was the finger in her mouth she was still mindlessly pleasuring.

"Cool, cool. I think I'm alright seeing anything else, even if I don't really want to participate," Sam responded. "If Beth wants it, who am I to tell her she can't have it? If I have any real issues, I can excuse myself."

I continued moving my hand, but not to pleasure Beth, strictly speaking -- I had allowed the dragon in to guide my, well, hand, and he wanted to torture Beth. He wanted to drown Beth in stimulation, letting the tide inside her swell and swell until it was an ocean of pressure weighing down on her brain. Still, we weren't going to let the wave crash over her and wash her out to sea until we had drawn an excruciatingly gratuitous amount of pleasure from her.

Holding the petite woman in my lap and having turned her, over the course of a few mere minutes, into a drooling, mewling, needy facade of a woman was terrifyingly intoxicating. I felt empowered by how easily I had turned her into what some would rightly describe as a plaything, a vessel for my satisfaction with no other function.

Even more surprising was that I felt stronger. Not full of hubris or sentimentality, I felt literally stronger, both the muscles of my questionably human form and the magic coursing through my veins growing more potent with each sloppy squelch from between Beth's legs. I could feel our bond growing, too; the line of magic tethering our souls across time and space thickening and pulsing as new power flowed into it. I could feel, unquestionably, that I hadn't even come close to pushing her boundaries yet. The momentary primal instinct to conquer the woman in my lap was, astoundingly, scratching the burning itch in her loins even more than it was mine. The bonfire in her nethers raged for specifically this.

For half a heartbeat, I was concerned about what it said about me that I was suddenly willing to meet her here. I was ready and willing to bend her into something approaching an object, a toy for my dragon instincts. But, assuaged from the worst of my fears as I kept a constant ear for any worries coming through our binding, I realized that wasn't exactly what I was doing. This wasn't destroying who she used to be and forcing her into a box for my own enjoyment. I was participating in something that was a part of who she was, and who she needed to be, something that had gone wholly unfulfilled before. This was a game. I was in control, but at any moment, at the first hint of genuine discomfort, I would draw back and share the driver's seat again.

Sam drew me out of my reverie by leaning against the back of the couch, an eyebrow raised at me and a criminally plunging neckline from her sagging robe, asking, "Uh, James? Are you trying to melt her brain forever? 'Cus you're succeeding."

I looked at Beth for the first time in several minutes. Her slumped, half-closed eyelids obscured hazy, vacant eyes. Her hands had gone to mine, one each holding onto my wrists, but now they hung loosely. She was grinding back and forth side to side in my lap in uncoordinated, imprecise lurches, her legs wiggling back and forth more by the random firing of overstimulated synapses than any concerted effort to control them.

I stopped what I was doing with my hands, pulling my now pruning thumb from her mouth. As my barrage of caresses slowed to a halt, Beth bubbled to the surface to catch her breath.

Still some way short of all of her faculties, she whispered out, "Let me fucking cum, you bastard."

Hearing her sudden flash of vitriol and feeling that it was still inside the bounds of our playtime, I didn't temper the dragon's reaction. She needed to be shown that she would only be cumming on our terms tonight, her body placed where we wanted it to be and played with until we were satisfied. Then, only then, she could cross the precipice and collapse against the shoreline, carried by the waves.

I picked her up exactly how she was sitting on me, one hand with several fingers fully inside her, pressed against her hips from the inside. The other went around her back, holding her against my chest. She let out a shocked squeak as she was lifted from her dripping slit, and Sam inhaled sharply, watching wide-eyed as I carried my sunshine to our bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her onto the bed from far enough away that she had a momentary flash of panic without ever being in actual danger. She released another involuntary gasp as she crashed against the blankets in a heap, sluggishly trying to right herself with confused, unresponsive limbs. I didn't let her, pulling her shorts and panties down.

But only to her knees. The dragon had a plan now, an idea he wanted to enact. I flipped her onto her back as I undid my own jeans, hastily shedding them. Beth merely lifted her head up and watched me, content with a momentary pause for the sake of inevitable logistics. When I returned to her, I gathered her legs, restraining them between our bodies as I folded her in half. I collapsed onto her, kissing her, my body encapsulating her against the bed.

Then, much to her surprise, I wrapped my arms around her back and picked her up again. Her legs, still unwieldily tangled by the shorts around her knees, bounced by my face as I held them both to one side. Beth looked at me, her eyes wide open even if they weren't as sharp as they normally were, as I lifted her from the bed to press her against the wall. Her ankles crossed over my shoulder as I pinned her body to the wall with my torso.

I took a chance then and kissed her again. At the same time, I gave the precarious position the benefit of the doubt and took a hand away from supporting her. Our hips were already enmeshed, and it took only a few breaths to connect my throbbing member with her soaked sheath, brushing against her once and then hilting myself with my first thrust.

"Yesssss," Beth hissed directly into my mouth.

She quivered, her hips bucking and pushing us away from the wall for a second. I recovered, my hand coming up underneath her just in time. I withdrew slowly, then forced myself entirely inside her depths, driving her back flat against the surface in the process.

Her hand came up behind my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair at the base of my skull to pull me forward. The resulting kiss was heavy, demanding, distracting, and sloppy. Beth had very little fine control of her limbs, and I was still trying to bear her weight more than I was trying to properly kiss her, so her drunken enthusiasm left her nibbling and feathering along my jaw just as much as it left her actually kissing me.

My hips seemed to continue towards our goal as if they had a mind of their own. They hammered away at Beth's smothered thighs, driving my erection into her with a frenetic pace. The dragon was determined to find our release, and he kept us moving forward even as our arms burned from holding Beth here.

I didn't realize it at first, the sound falling into the background behind my need and Beth's moans, but, in the final moments of clarity, as I felt my release approaching, I noticed a repetitive thumping. It was, in fact, Beth's lower half repeatedly crashing against the wall as I forced myself against her.

Her eyes found mine, her hands grasping out to clasp onto either side of my face, steadying her just enough to sustain eye contact. She took several deep breaths and then groaned as her insides fluttered around me, pulsing rhythmically. She pulled her forehead to mine in a desperate attempt to remain looking at me as her world exploded and moaned, "Fuck me, James. I love you. Oh, James, fuck, I love you. Oh!"

Her last utterance was shouted out as I followed her over the cresting wave of climax, flooding her insides with my seed. I cemented her to the wall, my hips moving on instinct to plant myself as deep as possible inside her, crushing her against the solid vertical surface.

When my mind returned to me, I still had her pinned in place, our faces pressed together as both of us panted heavily. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, helping to keep her from falling.

I slowly withdrew myself from her, eliciting a shiver and a whimper, before laying her down on the bed. When I sat down beside her, she shifted to put her head on my thigh and grabbed my hand. For a minute, neither of us said anything, just basking in the moment and trying to process the endorphins coursing through our brains.

A flushed Sam came into the room with a damp washcloth, and she kneeled in front of the bed. She wiped down my thighs and around my hips, then looked at me with her cheeks matching her hair. Keeping her eyes on mine, she took me into her mouth. I could feel through our connection that this was in no way intended to be erotic -- Sam had simply found some leftover juices that would increase her magical potency, literally giving her one of the things she had dreamed about for years. To wipe it away with the washcloth was nearly sacrilegious for her.

She did the same to Beth, wiping her down before taking a few swipes with her tongue. Again, there was no sexual intent there, but the few drops of my magical elixir leaking out of Beth were just too much temptation for Sam to resist. Beth whimpered and quivered in over-stimulated agony while Sam cleaned her yet never asked her to stop.

Sam departed after that, and I moved up the bed, laying against the wall with a pillow behind my back. Beth sluggishly came after me, leaning against my side when she tremblingly arrived, and I pulled the sheets over her. She had a mindless smile on her face, and her eyes fluttered closed as she collapsed against me. I couldn't help but reach up and stroke her cheek, brushing her bangs away with the tips of my fingers.

"Was that what you needed from me, sunshine?"

She giggled deliriously for a moment, then reached up and tapped my chest.

"It was pretty good, I think. Ask me again when I come down and my brain works."

I kissed her forehead and her smile grew. She wrapped one of her tiny legs around mine, her knee brushing along my mid-thigh. Sam came back into the room carrying a tray, and she quickly crossed the room to place it in my lap before slipping under the covers and snuggling in against me herself. On the tray were a dozen bite-sized brownies, a caramel swirl cheesecake topping on each, still warm from the oven. Without opening her eyes, Beth reached out and took one, moaning as she bit into it.

"Fuck, Sam, that's so good," she whispered. "Are you sure you and your mom aren't culinaromancers?"

Sam blushed at the suggestion. I took a bite out of the one I had picked up, and the gooey warmth contrasting with the somehow still chilled cheesecake layer made me wonder if Beth was onto something. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at my redheaded lover.