Power Play - the Finale (5) - Sex Stories

Power Play - the Finale (5)

... she was afraid. That was good, he thought. She should be afraid. If there truly was anything he could teach her, it was that there was danger in her recklessness. Part of him hoped she would make him stop. Part of him desperately hoped she would not. When she did not answer his question, Ted released her throat and pulled her head back hard with a handful of her thick red hair. "Ohh, ow!" Becca whined as he yanked her back, but still she stood firm against him. Feeling his fingers tightening in her hair, she shook her head, not to protest what he was doing, but in response to the offer he made to stop. "You want to be rough, Teddy? That doesn't seem like you. You're not that kind of man. No, I think you're trying to scare me. Well, you have. I am frightened, okay, but that doesn't mean I'm going to back down. You wanna hurt me? Well, go ahead. Show me what you've been hiding deep down inside. Show me what you've never dared show your wife!" Her words hit him hard. Once again she had seen right through him. The frustration of being that transparent to her tasted bitter in his mouth. One thing she was wrong about was that he truly was enjoying manhandling her. Clenching his teeth, he pushed her roughly into her bedroom. With a quick pull on the robe's sash, the knot holding it slipped apart. Ted pulled it away. Releasing her, Ted stood back and gazed at her breasts. She was breathing hard, causing her hardened nipples to become visible with each labored intake of breath. Ted ...

... wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he watched her nervously pull her robe together, trying hopelessly to hide her body from his view. He knew that his being fully dressed and his position between her and the door added to her emotional and physical vulnerability. His gazed flicked down to the silk sash in his hand and he wrapped a length of it around in his fist. The intensity built as they faced each other. He could almost hear her thoughts racing as she wondered how far he might dare to go, or how far she would dare let him. Seconds ticked by while the tension grew. Calming herself, she slowly approached him, as if testing his mood with each soft, tentative step she took. “I'm not resisting, Ted. You know I want you. You don't need to force me, it doesn't have to be like this.” Ted wrapped another length of the sash around his fist and stretched out a measured length with his other hand. It was an innocuous act, but one that hinted what he could use it for. Becca paused while her blue eyes went to the sash and then back up to Ted. She sensed the implied threat and despite her usual self control, he could see her fear begin to deepen. “Maybe not, but you don't have to take it either,” he replied in a low, casual way. "You've enjoyed pushing me to my limits, haven't you? You have been taunting and teasing me for weeks. You must have considered this might happen. If you didn't, you should have. Tell me, Becca, do you want me to hurt you? Would you make me stop if I did? I think ...