Crackling gave way to a shower of sparks as the logs of the bonfire settled deeper into the pit. The showy display went unnoticed by the group gathered around the fire.
"Never have I ever played this game." Drinks were lifted amid groans and jeers.
Carl was the first to comment. "That was lame, Tiffany."
Tiffany giggled. "I couldn't think of anything else to say."
As the game continued with boring "nevers", Allison let her mind wander, and did her best to drink at the appropriate times. It wasn't until she almost goofed twice that she decided to take a break.
Getting up from her chair, she announced, "I'm going to run to my car, grab a sweater, and then refill my drink. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"It's getting too hot for you, isn't it?" smirked Carl. Allison just waved and kept walking.
It took a few minutes to walk through the yard and around the house to get to the driveway. Unlocking her SUV, Allison reached into the backseat to grab her sweater. She didn't realize that she was no longer alone until she backed into a warm body, and felt a pair of arms wrap around her.
"Ahhhhh!" she gave a little scream of fright.
"Calm down, Allison. It's just me. I wanted to make sure you were okay. You're not leaving are you?"
Allison recognized the voice of her host, Lucas Bradford. He was sort of related to her through marriage. Lucas' brother, Max, was married to her sister, Cindy. He was smart, with a handsome face, and a sexy body. He owned his own construction business, and didn't take shit from anyone. He had a strong, dominate personality that seemed to push all of her buttons, and Allison had spent the last five years trying not to drool over him. She thought she'd done a good job of hiding her lustful thoughts, but was lately starting to have doubts. Several times during the last couple of months she had caught him looking at her with a kind of thoughtful look on his face.
"Oh my God, Lucas! You just about gave me a heart attack. I'm fine, and I'm not leaving. I just came out here to get a sweater."
"Are you sure that's the only reason you came out here?"
"Of course it is. What other reason could I have," she asked. She looked down at his arms still wrapped around her. "You can let go of me now. It's odd trying to talk to you when you're behind me."
"No. I think I'll stay right where I am." His arms tightened just a bit. "I saw what you did," he bent his head and whispered against her ear.
"What are you talking about, Lucas? I didn't do anything." She twisted to try and see his face, but he easily held her in place.
"I saw what you did during the game. Alexa said that she had never been spanked during sex, and you started to lift your cup to take a drink. Then, to keep the theme going, Christa said that she had never been submissive during sex. Once again, you started to lift your cup, and then stopped. That just made me curious. I want to know who spanked you, Allison. Was it the same person who dominated you? Was it Tom?"
Allison stilled. She was sure that her face was beet red, and was really very happy that she was facing away from Lucas during his embarrassing line of questioning. Having his arms wrapped around her and feeling his hard body pressed against her back was also starting to arouse her. Taking a deep breath, she answered, "My sex life is none of your business. Tom and I broke up months ago. Anyway, I wasn't really paying any attention to the game, so you're reading too much into whether or not my cup moved."
"I don't think that's the case at all," Lucas countered. "You and Tom may no longer see each other, but he was a Dom, so I'm betting he gave you a taste of the BDSM lifestyle. I'd also bet that you're a hot little submissive in the bedroom. I've been watching you and paying attention to how you interact with me. A slight change comes over you whenever I speak to you with a more dominant tone, or touch you with more dominant gestures. You soften a little, and the cadence of your voice is different. The changes are so subtle that I don't think you even realize that it's happening. It does happen though, because it's your submissive side responding to my dominance; a dominance that you crave. Be my sub and let me take care of that craving."
"I think you just need glasses," Allison joked. For some reason, though, her insides started to quake. "You don't know anything about what I need."
Lucas nipped at her ear. "Oh Allison. I know that you need a man who can handle your desires; a man who can dominate your submissive side. A man who can give you pleasure when you're a good girl, and then punish you when you're naughty." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You need a Master."
Allison's head shook violently in denial. "You don't know what you're talking about! You don't know anything about me!"
Lucas slid his fingers down her arms. He lightly grasped her hands and pulled them behind her until they were pressed against the front of his jeans. "Cup your hands around my cock and don't move." Her fingers obeyed his command even as she protested. "I don't understand why you're doing this."
"Shhhh." His arms when around her and he made quick work of unbuttoning her shirt. The front clasp of her bra was next. Soon, his hands were cupping her breasts and plucking at her nipples. "You said that I don't know anything about you," he said darkly. "I know how sensitive you are here. I know how much you enjoy having your nipples pinched and pulled; sucked and bitten." Allison's breathing sped up. "I know that you like a little bit of pain-" He paused as he pinched the nipple harder, causing her to gasp. "-with your pleasure. I know that sometimes that extra bit of pain increases your pleasure." He pinched both nipples firmly and held them. Allison's head fell back against his chest as she moaned. "Isn't that true, Allison?"
Reluctantly, she nodded. "Yes, it's true." Then gave a little whimper as her nipples started to burn.
Lucas held on a moment more and then released them. His hand immediately returned to cupping her lush breasts, while his thumbs flicked idly across her tight and sensitive nipples. His lips touched her ear once more. "Do you want to know what else I know, Allison?" he whispered.
"No!" she said between heavy breaths.
He chuckled. "Too bad. You challenged me when you said I didn't know you, and that's a challenge I'm determined to win."
His hands abruptly left her breasts, traveled down her bare stomach, until they reached the waistband of her shorts. "You're like a sexy little package that's all mine to unwrap." His fingers deftly opened the button and zipper of her shorts, and before Allison could protest, had pushed them, along with her panties, past her hips and let them fall down to the ground.
"Oh my God! What are you doing?" Allison started to bend to pick up her clothes, but her downward motion was halted by two strong hands.
"Didn't I tell you not to move? Bend over and put your hands on your knees."
"Are you crazy? I'm almost naked. Anyone could walk up and see me." She once again moved to pick up her clothing.
Lucas placed his hand on her back. "Stop." Allison froze. "I said to bend over and put your hands on your knees." His voice had deepened. His tone had changed. It was silky, yet firm, and made Allison's stomach tingle. It also compelled her to obey. She slowly bent at the waist and placed her hands on her knees.
SMACK! It shouldn't have startled her, but the slap on her ass made her jump. The sting was barely beginning to fade when the next one came. Back and forth, from cheek to cheek, the slaps continued until Allison's ass burned beyond comfort.
Shaking and trying to catch her breath, she was startled once more by Lucas' hand on her shoulders. He helped her to stand, and then dropped his hands.
"Step out of your clothes and move closer to the SUV."
Allison could vaguely hear the sounds of the partiers talking and laughing, and was relieved that she didn't see anyone else heading toward the parked cars. She carefully stepped out of her shorts, panties and sandals, and moved closer to the SUV.
Lucas moved close behind her once more. "Now where did I tell you to put your hands?"
Her hands had barely begun moved when he stopped her. "No. Tell me."
"You sa-said to cup my hands around your cock and don't let go."
He stood silently, letting the tension build. "I think you need to try that again, but with some manners this time."
Allison shivered as his dark tone seemed to travel through her body. "You said to cup my hands around your cock, and don't let go, S-Sir."
"That's better, little girl. Don't you think you'd better obey?"
With a quick, "Yes, Sir," Allison moved her hands behind her and cupped his cock - his fully engorged cock.
"Good girl." He moved even closer and put his arms around her once more. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was unwrapping my present."
Lucas' hands slid slowly down Allison's stomach as she trembled in his embrace. She knew where he was headed, and wanted him to stop as much as she wanted him to hurry. She couldn't help but tense as his fingertips gently brushed against her bare pussy. Not knowing what he planned kept her on edge.
"Relax," Lucas whispered while his fingers continued rubbing lightly back and forth. The light touch and the warmth from his body soon eased the tension in hers.
Her composure was instantly broken, though, as Lucas' fingers breached her cleft. Fingers that held her pussy lips open, exposing her damp and aching clit to the cool evening air.
Allison felt vulnerable at being so exposed and started to squirm. Lucas ignored her fidgeting.
"I bet that this little bud is just aching for some attention," he said, as his forefinger tapped lightly against the swollen nub of her clit. "In fact, I bet that I could make you come with just a few tugs." Action followed words as he pinched her clit and started to pump it.
Allison couldn't hold in her moans. He was right. She hadn't had an orgasm for a couple of weeks, and his attention to her clit had her primed and ready to explode.
"Yes," she sighed. "Make me come." The exquisite feeling abruptly stopped.
