To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 5 - Sex Stories

To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 5

... at David. His hair was usually disheveled and this night was no exception. She had always thought he was handsome, but he was looking especially boyish as he watched the movie. When it was over, they left the theatre. Sara thought about asking to use the restroom again, but figured he would refuse. They walked together into the warm sticky night. She let David help her with her helmet again and they got on to the motorcycle. She was a little more resigned to riding on it this time. Strangely, she found that riding in the dark scared her less. She was again too aware of how close she was to David, how strong he was to touch, and how much the seat underneath her was vibrating. By the time they returned, Sara was straining to maintain her aloofness. While David put the bike away he talked to her about the movies. When he turned back to her after shutting the barn door, he caught a glimpse of something familiar in her eyes, lust. "You want me to fuck you." He unabashedly stated. Sara put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her guilt. "What would make you think that?" "I can see it in your eyes." He was speaking in that too casual voice that could almost hypnotize her. He moved to her and placed his hands on her upper arms. She instinctively leaned into him before she could stop. "Stop it." Sara said weakly. She wasn't sure if she was talking to herself or David. "You were a good girl tonight." David said as he continued to hold her. His words sent a dark chill through her body ...

... that further fuelled her desire. She couldn't keep from moaning. David felt that she was standing on the edge of plunging into the depths of her submission. He walked with her to his room. She did not protest as he unclothed her and tied her face down on the bed. The scene was similar to the one after the evening with Evan, but this time she could not blame the alcohol. Sara woke up the next morning and immediately noticed that David was gone. She squinted at the clock, it was after ten in the morning. Still nude, she stretched and thought of last night. She could not deny his skill at manipulating her body and even her mind into bliss. Smiling to herself, she touched her ass and found that it was still a little sore from the crop. She was becoming more accepting of the fact that she enjoyed the pain, even the next morning. She rolled over when she heard the door opening. It looked like David was holding something behind his back. "Close your eyes." David ordered. Sara reluctantly did, she wondered what he could have. She felt a slight weight on the bed and then something furry brushed against her exposed hand. She opened her eyes and saw her cat frantically rubbing against her hand. "I thought you said you gave him away." Sara said, smiling happily. "I'm not a complete bastard...I was just waiting until you deserved a good reward." He reached down to scratch the cat on the head. "Thank you." Sara said as she looked at the cat in wonder. More days passed. With the cat, Sara ...