Page 36 of Little Paper Games
“Slow down,” he urges, leaning back against the chaise, his legs spreading wider. I could see the slight bulge of his cock through his jeans. I slowed my pace, keeping my eyes on his as I unhooked my bra and slid it down the length of my arms. Why my cheeks flushed when his eyes dipped lower, I don’t know. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it before. This just felt more vulnerable; more intimate.
“God, your tits are gorgeous,” he sighed. The words were far more to himself than they were to me, and I resisted, barely, the urge to roll my eyes again. I slid off my pants, and with a small surge of confidence, spun around before peeling off my lacy panties. My ass had to be about a foot from his face, with how I was standing, but I did my best not to care.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. That sounded like a positive to me. I shimmied the lace down my legs and stepped out of them carefully before turning back to him. I slipped the robe over my arms and shoulders, leaving the satin tie open for him to see me. The confidence was one hundred percent faked, but oh well. I take one of the stockings and rolled it over my toes and foot before setting my foot on his thigh. My eyes locked with his again, and I slid them up slowly.
“Mmm,” he groaned. He wasted no time, his hands wrapping around my ankle and following the soft nylon material up as I tugged the stocking into place over my knee and up my thigh. All the while, his eyes stayed locked onto mine. I didn’t even have to look as I switched feet and repeated the process. His eyes on mine. His hands sliding over the nylon.
He lowered my foot back onto the ground and spun me back to face the mirrors. I didn’t even notice the two remotes sitting next to him until he took one and dimmed the lights. A dimmer remote in the home gym? Weird. But I didn’t have long to think about it before he was tugging me down, urging me to sit between his thighs on the chaise.
“Relax,” he whispered against the back of my neck. I gasped and arched quickly; the sensation intense on such a sensitive point of my body.
“Noted,” he chuckled, helping me to settle in comfortably against him. I looked down, feeling awkward, and noticed his bare legs. When had he removed his jeans? I looked up in the mirror, noting that wasn’t all he’d removed. Stealthy man.
“So, what are we —”
“Shh. Just relax,” he reiterated with a grin. The television switched on and, with a few pressed buttons, the beginning of whatever porn Jude had in mind began to play. He sighed contentedly and dimmed the lights just a tiny bit further.
My eyes darted around the room; from the pushed aside equipment to the pile of clothes he’d tossed in the corner when I wasn’t paying attention. Really, anywhere that wasn’t the porn on the television.
“Watch,” he reminded gently. My eyes met his in the mirror before I sighed reluctantly and moved my eyes to the screen. A woman stood, wearing nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties and a matching bra, in what looked to be a warehouse. Odd. It wasn’t even a good, or sexy, set of lingerie. Just cheap, thin cotton with no support.
A man entered in all black. Black pants, black button up with rolled-up sleeves, and his long hair pulled back.
He even had on black shoes. He stalked around the woman once, twice, looking over her scantily clad form.
“I think you’re going to like this,” Jude whispered in my ear. I could feel the bulge of his cock pressed against my ass. So far, I didn’t get it.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t watched porn before, it was that I just rarely found it arousing. Fake moans, no plot, no point. To each his own, I suppose. This was Jude’s bucket list item, and I’d make it happen. I mean, it was just —
“Kneel.”
The single word spoken by the man on the screen stopped all thought processes I had.
Kneel?!
I watched, instantly captivated, as the woman lowered to her knees without a thought. Her knees went wide, and her hands went behind her head. Her chest pressed forward on display. The man kneeled beside her, tsking with feigned annoyance.
“How am I supposed to inspect my property when she’s not even naked?” the man playfully teased. Still, the woman didn’t move. The man pulled a pocketknife from his back pocket. The woman’s breath came faster, as did my own.
“She wants this,” Jude whispered behind me. What on earth was he going to do? Stab her? I watched, entranced, as the man pulled the woman’s bra out from her chest and slid the blade beneath, carefully, yet sharply ripping the fabric open and letting her breasts spill out.
“Up,” the man spoke tersely, tapping on the woman’s thigh until she rose on her knees. He pulled her panties away at the crotch and repeated the process, ripping the thin fabric until it fell away in tatters. Her gasps were realistic. None of those fake whiny moans.
I looked away for a moment, feeling heated and heavy somehow. My eyes met Jude’s in the mirror, noting that he wasn’t watching the film; he was watching me.
“Watch.” his voice washed over the back of my shoulder like a caress. My eyes moved back to the television without a thought. The man was now holding the woman by the throat, somehow in a way that she enjoyed. My face must have twisted in confusion, because Jude was suddenly whispering in my ear again.
“Not a fan of choking, Red?” he chuckled. I tried not to think of how his voice affected me.
“Who would be?” I asked, a little embarrassed at how low and needy my voice sounded.
“It’s quite fun when done properly,” he explained. Properly?
“There’s a proper way to choke someone?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. That didn’t make a lick of sense. I swear Jude growled behind me.
For a moment, I thought he would wrap his hand around my throat, the same way the man was doing in the video. Why that thought didn’t bother me, I don’t know. Instead, his hands moved over my thighs, pulling them wider apart. Nothing more. Just opening my legs.
I looked in the mirror, noting that he could now see every intimate part of me vividly. I blushed and went to close my legs, but he halted my movement.
