A Wicked Game You Play by Leo Bulero

A Wicked Game You Play
By Leo Bulero
     
    A Wicked Game You Play
     
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    Edited by Matt Nicholson
    Beta read by Sue Foulkes
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    This work contains graphic language and
sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and
semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended
for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under
eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters places and incidents are products of the authors’
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    It was Robert’s idea. His game. “Harmless
fun. A test of character,” he said. The game had become darker
lately, Kate thought as she ambled toward the disused logging camp,
a mile or two outside town. Darker wasn’t necessarily bad. It had
great possibilities, in fact. But the forest had a bad reputation.
Bleak and uninviting, even in summer, few townsfolk went there.
With winter approaching, practically no one else did either.
    Despite the warmth of her parka, sweater,
jeans and boots, Kate shivered. Here? Robert’s e-mail had
been definite about the location. He’d even sent her the GPS
location. This was where she had to be. Here—precisely in the
middle of nowhere. So here she was. Robert’s latest game had begun.
If it wasn’t as good for her as it was for him this time, she
thought it might be the last one she played with him.
    At the edge of the forest, in a small grassy
clearing, Kate stopped. Looking around, she wondered if he’d
arrived. Was he there—watching from the cover of trees—watching as
she fulfilled his “fantasy request,” as he called it? He said she’d
been bad. This was her punishment. Robert’s game. Yet she
hesitated. It’s not too late to back out, she said to
herself. Robert didn’t own her! But, he really did, at least
as long as she was willing to play.
    Apprehensive, Kate scanned the horizon. She
really was alone, and she mentally prepared herself. Robert had
insisted she be completely naked, her sexy body bared to the
elements.
    Robert’s game—in the afternoon two days ago
at his Mom’s house, Kate bent reluctantly against the dining room
wall. Role-playing, he called it. She assumed the role of the maid.
Robert acted as the Master of the house.
     
    Robert looked at her with increasing
impatience. “Lift up your skirt.”
    “ Robert, your mother's upstairs,” Kate
reminded him in a harsh whisper even as she lifted the denim skirt
high.
    “ That’s what makes the game more
interesting.”
    “ She’ll hear us and come down.”
    “ I know. There’s nothing wrong with her
hearing. If you cry out, she’ll hear. Now do as I say and lift your
skirt.”
    “ You’re not going to hurt me, are
you?”
    He stroked her upturned ass with the flat of
a wooden stirring spoon.
    “ Of course I’m going to hurt you, baby
doll. That’s part of the game,” he said as he sunk his fingers deep
into her firm flesh, tapping the opposite side with the
spoon.
    “ And you’re not to make a sound,” he
reminded as he pulled her red thong panties down over her knees,
beginning the game.

    It was a wicked game he played. She found
that she liked wicked a lot more than she’d thought.
    She removed her parka. I must be mad ,
she told herself. She pulled up her blouse, rolling the warm,
woolen garment over her perky breasts, stopping just above them,
much like putting a toe into the water before taking an icy plunge.
Straight away, the cold air brought goose bumps to her skin. She
shivered.