Chapter 5 - Felicia
"Felicia," A shiver ran down my spine as he said my name.
No doubt about it. This is the MAN, not the wimp. He's radiating raw power.
"I dare you to masturbate until you cum,"
Fuck. I've been stewing in my arousal for most of the game. I might cum before I get a finger inside.
"All the while talking through it, and what you want."
I know EXACTLY what I want. I want you
"You have to ask us for permission before you cum,"
That is going to be hard, but I can do it.
I didn't want to imagine failing this pinnacle of a man. "And you will let us film it." I couldn't tell if he actually emphasized the word "will" or if it only stood out in my head, but either way it was accompanied by my thighs crushing together to provide a little pressure to my swollen sex. I hadn't expected to need to hold back my orgasm before I even started the dare, but hearing him demand what I was ready to give freely was unlocking a brand new kink. Before this I had always been worshiped in bed, only giving it up when I wanted, or felt like rewarding my boyfriend. Standing beneath this being of pure power I finally understood what it was like to be the one that needed to worship.
"Ok." My voice was soft. This should have been going too far, but I wasn't about to deny him. Not when he had that fire burning in his eyes. I was ready for this. I wanted this. I dropped to the fake grass, and rolled from my heels to my back. He hadn't specified anything about how I was supposed to pose, but I instantly knew how to do it. I was lying on my back, my feet almost touching my butt, and spread just wider than my hips. I needed to show everything if I was going to do this. "Is everyone ready?" My eyes stayed locked on Derek. I could hear at least some of the others moving around, but I couldn't look away from Derek if I tried. I was dying to touch myself, but I couldn't move until He wanted me too. My hands were clenching by my sides.
"They are ready." His words were like magic. I quickly brought one hand to stroke myself, using two fingers to stimulate the sides of my engorged pussy lips, shivering at that first touch. I was so close to cumming, but I wasn't allowed to yet. I let my other hand reach up to my breast, massaging it slowly, when I remembered the second part of the dare. "Derek, I want you. I want to feel your thick fingers. To let them explore me." My right hand was busy circling my slick opening, bringing me ever closer to the edge. "I want to serve you. I want to cum for you! Please! Can I cum?" My fingers had brushed over my clitoris, and I had to beg for permission before I came!
"Not yet." The words filled me with fear. I needed the release, but I couldn't disappoint him! I slowed my fingers, trying to find a way back from the cliff. "You said you wanted to serve me. Show me what you want me to do to you." I was assaulted by an image of myself plunging my fingers in and out of my dripping folds, and it was accompanied by another wave of lubrication. Steeling myself for the stimulation, I thrust my ring and middle finger into my pussy. "I want you to take me, and use me for your pleasure! May I please cum?! I want to feel you inside me, Derek, as you push deeper than my tiny fingers could hope to reach! Derek, please let me cum?!" I was barely able to make a conscious thought, but I had to keep talking. "I want you to take me however you want! I want to feel your cock stretching out my tiny holes! Please! I want to cum! I want to feel you inside me as you cum, Derek! I want you to flood my belly with your seed, SIR! MAY I PLEASE CUM? MASTER! PLEASE LET ME CUM!"
"Cum for me." He said it quietly, but it cut straight through my words, and I let my body do as it wished. Every muscle in my body tensed at once, my back lifting off the ground, leaving only my feet and my head supporting me, as if I was lifting myself up by my masturbatory hand. My vagina was convulsing. I couldn't tell you if it lasted for seconds, minutes, or for hours. All I knew was that this was the greatest sensation I had ever felt. The world slowly came back to me, and I felt a hand behind me, lifting me up to a sitting position. Someone was speaking, but it took a little while to focus enough to hear what they were saying.
"... you alright? Felicia? Talk to me. Please." Derek's soothing voice was caressing me awake, and I could feel the warmth of his bare chest on my back and arm. I couldn't understand the concern in his voice though. The fire was still there behind his eyes, but only barely.
Summoning what strength I had built up, I spoke. "Thank you. I don't think I have ever cum that hard before." I wasn't sure if it was the post orgasm bliss or the alcohol, but I let that slip out without thinking. I immediately blushed, and turned away from his face. "I didn't mean that!" If I could have sunk into the earth at that moment, I would have. My mind was starting to work again, and I was realizing what I had just done.
He pulled me closer into a hug for a moment, then softly spoke. "We were going to take a brief break, and let everyone get a drink really quick, and recover. You were twitching after you came, and then you passed out for a bit. It had us all worried. Are you sure you are fine?" The worry was starting to fade from his eyes, and the fire was coming back.
I nodded. "A break will be really good. I don't think I can walk just yet." My vaginal walls were still convulsing occasionally, and my legs were still non-functional after that massive orgasm.
"Alright, lay here, and I will be right back." He gently slid me off his knees and set me down on the grass. I already missed his warm body pressing against mine. Another aftershock of the orgasm rocked through me, and I let myself sink into the fake grass beneath me, until I heard Ivy and Maddison approaching. I groaned internally, trying reconcile my wanton behavior with the cold exterior I had fostered all through school.
"What was that you crazy bitch!" I couldn't tell if Ivy was mad at me, or jealous, and that left me confused. "I thought the point was to embarrass THEM, not let them strip us naked and film... THAT! I mean... you were squirting like a pressure washer, so I know you weren't faking. Do you get off on this or something?"
I didn't have a good answer for that. Maddison was sitting silently next to Ivy, clearly blushing. She looked just as embarrassed as I should have been. "I... I don't know. There was something about him when he made the dare. I couldn't help it. I just had to accept it. You'll see when he turns on you."
"Is that why you called him 'Master'? I think someone just found that they like being a bitchy submissive. Are you going to be my little bitch now?" Ivy was glaring at me. She had followed me for years because I was the top dog. If I showed weakness now, she wouldn't hesitate to turn on me. And unlike the rest of these people, Ivy was going to the same college I was. Fortunately, unlike when Derek loomed over me, Ivy didn't set any tingles off.
"Fuck that Ivy." I forced myself to stand up. My legs were sore, but I kept them from shaking without too much effort. "You don't get to call me a bitch." I needed to turn things around, and I knew just how to do it. I didn't let people as close to me as Ivy without some kind of leverage. "If you try that again I may just have to send everyone I meet at USC those pictures you sent showing off your new tattoos. Let them know just how much you rely on your padded bras." She was holding my stare, so I pushed a little further. "I can show you just how much of a bitch I can be." She held for another second, but then dropped her gaze.
