A Game of Depravity [Part 5]

*It might have been three and a half months, but I’ve not forgotten about it this story. Bigs thanks to everyone who has stayed interested.*

Mina woke to the sound of her phone chirping. Her arm stretched across the bed, fumbling groggily along her side table only to find it barren. The twinkling tone continued as she sat up and realized it was coming from somewhere within the tangle of her sheets – right where she had tossed it the night before heading to her neighbor’s. The call rolled to voicemail before she found it.

The screen read: 5 Missed Calls.

Each was from Katarina. Daniel’s sister-in-law’s name flashed before her eyes and she promptly checked her placed calls to assure there were none outgoing from the night before. The phone had been in the bed the whole time. They could have dialed out unkowliny, subjecting anyone of her contacts her crying out as she rode Daniel, calling him sir and saying the words like ‘cunt’ and ‘fuck me.’

Pressing the phone into her head she thumped it against her brain. *Stupid, stupid, stupid.*

A knock came at her door. Mina made sure she was covered before she answered it.

Daniel handed her his phone without saying a word, grumbled something inaudible, and then flopped backwards into the couch, eyes shut. Clearly, he had just fallen asleep only to be woken by the same several missed calls.

Clutching the phone to her ear Mina assumed, “Hi Kat.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“I just missed your calls.”

“Or you’re clairvoyant.”

“Or caller ID. What’s up at six in the morning?”

“I’m at the airport, last minute flight to my sister’s. I’m boarding. Jason just messaged me, he has a directors meeting this evening and or usual flaked. Can you pick Abby up from school and Carson from Pre?”

Mina took one look at Daniel and gave a nod. Nothing would happen with the kids present. “I was planning to work from home today, so no problem.”

“Good, good. There is a casserole in the freezer if you want to swing by. Oh, not you, sorry, here is my ticket. Okay, doll, got to run!”

The line went dead before Mina could say, she already had three casseroles in the freezer. Shrugging, she tossed Daniel’s phone back onto his chest. He flinched, but he didn’t wake up.

Mina spent the day doing laundry. Daniel left her alone when he saw she was washing her sheets. Maybe he was just as uncertain as she was about last night. He certainly couldn’t have been embarrassed. He wasn’t the one calling her ma’am or mistress. Those thoughts alone kept her mind reeling, imaging tying him down and provoking him enough to beg and call her whatever she wanted. She didn’t have that power or allure.

Chores took her until a quarter after two in the afternoon, by that time Daniel had vacated the house. She was waiting for Abby when the school day ended, picking up Carson and fastened him into the car seat she consistently had since she had become their nanny years ago. They swung by the park and played until the sun started slipping, then she spoiled them with frozen yogurt before dinner as Mina ate away at time, assuring Daniel would be planted in the same meeting as his brother.

Mina was completely at ease until she saw Daniel’s car in the driveway. He wasn’t supposed to be home. Her stomach become ripe with knots as she unfastened Carson. Abby ran ahead and pulled open the front door open. Instant laughter flooded out, which she brought to a screeching halt.

“Thought you had a meeting tonight.”

“What meeting?” Daniel said, setting Abby down from his bearhug.

“Board of directors.”

“I skipped it.” He took Carson into his arms next, swinging him around just the same. “I had better things to do. Is there a reason I shouldn’t spend every second with these two until they become teenagers and want nothing to do with me. Who wants nothing to do with Uncle Dan?”

They both shouted ‘yes’ and Mina had to fight a smile.

She hid in the kitchen most of the night. First cutting them a snack of oranges, then scrubbing the tiles in front of the stove while Daniel entertained, both seemingly fine avoiding the other. She wanted to march into the room and tell him this was exactly why they shouldn’t have started anything because a phenomenome happened after sex where the air become thinner and more difficult to breath.

The oven had just preheated when Daniel strolled in and murmured. “Scrub every tile with a toothbrush, shine all the silverware. I think you missed some dust on the curtains. They’ll take away your pearls for that.”

“Cut it out.”

“Frosty,” He falsely shivered. “What’s with the cold shoulder.”

“Not right now. Later,” She grumbled and withdrew the casserole from the freezer without even checking which one it was.

“I’ve been waiting for later.”

“You had the same chances I had to talk about it. I don’t really see the point, there is nothing to talk about.”

“Not true, there is plenty to unpack.”

“No, there isn’t.”

“Yes,” he challenged, “There is.”

“If there was something to talk about, it could have proceeded me calling you sir.” Red blush saturated her neck and face.

“You left to shower.”

She felt like she needed another shower again, right then and there with the way he was looking at her, lounging against the counter with magnificent ease while she stood rigid.

“And you left the room.”

“I had a moment of inspiration.”

“So you had to go and write, right then?”

“Would you have been okay if you’d come back and I was in your bed with my laptop.”

“Paint a picture of domesticity, why don’t you,” she huffed, prying open the oven and sliding the casserole in to reheat.

“I think you just did,” He chuckled and Mina took her oven mitts off one by one, slamming them each on the counter. “And I think you just proved my point. You’re not okay with this unless I’m giving you commands because you feel less responsible-.”

“No, I am not-”

“You’re shouting,” he said calmly.

Lowering her voice she hissed, “I am not one of those girls you can just…ugh.”

“Just what, Princess, fuck?”

“Don’t call me Princess and don’t say F-U-C-K when the K-I-D-S are here because they have elven ears and will tell your brother and Kat everything when there is nothing to tell them for fucks sake.”

He snapped a finger at her. “You said -”

“I know what I said.”

As if summoned Carson stumbled in with Abby’s juice cup, holding it up and signing for more on behalf of his sister. Daniel plucked the cup from his hand before filling it with water and speaking loud enough for Abby to hear, “No more juice before dinner. You can have water.”

“This juice isn’t for me, it’s for Carson,” she waltzed in holding the ruffles in her dress and taking long sliding steps along the tiles with her stockinged feet.

“Nice try,” Mina said, taking the now filled cup and handing it to Abby. “Dinner is in thirty minutes, think you can draw placemats for each of us, hm?”

“Can I use the good markers?”

“Yes, thank you for asking,” Mina responded and gave Abby a cheery smile, reminding her to let Carson help as the two of them left the kitchen. Her smile fell the instant they rounded the corner. She rest her hip against the island counter.

Daniel braced his hands against the countertop. He pounced like a wolf, sinking in his teeth all at once. “I tell you what. I think that is exactly what you want, but you’re afraid of wanting it. You want to be fu-cuddled and you know that we cuddle well together.”

“I am not afraid of cuddles.”

“Yes, you are. But that’s not my point.”

“What is your point?”

Daniel explained, “You’re afraid of wanting it because you know that you cannot, by the very nature of who we are and the relationship we already have, be just another one of those women. That’s what scares you. You say you don’t want to be one of them, but you really want to be. Neither one of us can just leave, it would be like breaking an ecosystem.”

She huffed, head swimming with the accusation. “It would be like your two main characters sleeping together. That’s what it would be like.”

“I am not dying, Mina.”

“If you don’t get out of this kitchen you might,” she threatened and took the knife she had been cutting orange slices with into her hand.

Holding up his hands in a mock surrender, he stepped closer, knowing her threat to be idle. “Go ahead. Stab me.”

She held the knife right up to his gut, a little smile on her face. “Try me.”

Dangerously, Daniel bent down, maintaining the distance between their bodies, while managing to press a simple kiss to her lips. One she did not resist. He pulled away leaving her wanting more as he quickly twirled from the knife and bypassing her completely.

It was indeed a dangerous thing they toyed with, but he was asking one simple thing. His words were resolute. “All I am asking is for you to try this out. No strings. No assumptions. No Knives. Just….cuddling.”

“I’ll think about it.”

And she meant it.

Mina’s mind raced through dinner, contemplated through desert, but she didn’t decide until the end credits of an animated feature scrolled along the television screen. Daniel had barred her from the kitchen, cleaning without assistance and leaving her to further dissect what he was suggesting. Something between casual and unfamiliar territory.

Everything between was unfamiliar territory.

Only, it shouldn’t have been. By all accounts, her life was entwined with his, she had chosen to sign a lease with him, chosen to work with him. Yet, much like she concluded, she couldn’t be his editor and roommate, she couldn’t do this with him.

Across from two heavily sleeping children she quietly told him, “I can’t do this.”

“Can I know why?”

“Because, like you said, we have an ecosystem here and it could crash. What if Abby had walked in and saw you kissing me, what then?”

“Then we tell her we were kissing,” he whispered to match her tone.

“And then she tells your brother.”

“And then he loses the pool.” Daniel smiled, flashing teeth. It made Mina’s head go light, especially when she remembered the grin on his face as they had both found mutual release. The ache between her legs returned.

“You make it sound like there are no consequences.”

He reached across the couch, initiating contact once more by taking hold of her chin. “Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss. And a fuc-” Mina raised her brows. “A cuddle is just a cuddle.”

It made her head even lighter. Despite the lack of any substance that would make her so loose lipped she said, “I would kind of like to cuddle you.”

“Yeah,” he raised his own brow, his thumb traced along her lips.

“Yeah.” She bit down gently on his thumb, her resolve melting away. He pushed it past her lips enough the only solution was to suck on his appendage.

“When is Jason picking them up?”

“Soon.”

Withdrawing his thumb he smeared her saliva across her lips as though marking her. The hunger in his eyes vanquished any reasonable thought Mina had decided on – for once not relaying on her churning mind, but in the demand of her aching breasts, nipples hard and pressed against her bra, and her yearning sex that remembered last night fondly. The only problem her pussy had was that it didn’t know the feel of Daniel’s tongue.

“In that case, I want you – ” He paused and licked his lips. “Do you want to do as I say? You seemed like you…I think you do…it’s a hard question to ask you of all people.”

Her dark brown eyes met his heavenly blue. The words escaped her from this place of barbaric lust.

“Yes…sir.”

Easing herself from the corner of the couch, she got to her feet and look down at Daniel. She didn’t feel like a helpless girl, she took ownership of the word and faced it for what it was: currency to the buddening exploration of sexualality.

“Good,” he said.

“And if we’re going to do this, then we are going to really do it. Find my limits.”

“Jason better get here fast.”

“Yeah, he better. I’ll be waiting,” Mina said and walked backwards, not in the direction of her room, but to his. He sat there, struck by her audacity. She was a bit frazzled herself, hoping the time alone in his cavern didn’t give her time to start thinking again.

The blankets and sheets of his bed were shades of dark blue, so when she sat on them and laid back it felt like she was enveloped by the night sky. It smelled of him. Amplifying her cravings, thighs pressing together as she waited for the children to get picked up so she could experience Daniel all over again.

This wasn’t like her.

It made her want it more. Made her want to peel off every article of clothing and lay waiting with her legs spread for him just so she could see that desire in his eyes.

Through the door, Mina heard Daniel speaking. Then she heard his steps. The door whine as it opened. Daniel settled between the door frame, frustration in his eyes. “Jason’s not going to be able to pick up the kids tonight. Meeting turned into after meeting drinks. That was him from a cab. I told him Abby and Carson should just stay here.”

“It’s better they stay here.” Mina sat up and started to scoot off the bed.

She had wished for this roadblock with every second that passed today, yet now she rubbed her hands against her face and groaned.

“I agree.” His voice was just as tight.

“Then I will go get them ready for bed.”

“I can do that you just….you stay here.”

“Not when they are here, Dan,” she shook her head.

“No, you sleep here. They can have your bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. I didn’t plan to sleep much tonight away.”

“Sorry,” Mina said, feeling like she had somehow robbed him.

“Why are you sorry, don’t be.”

Mina got up and walked toward him, shrugging as she did. “I wished for this and it came true.”

A hard smack came to her round behind as he followed her down the hall. “You’re not that powerful.”

Yet, for some reason, even though she wouldn’t have him, even as she tackled Carson in pajamas and roped Abby into brushing her teeth, she felt powerful. As she went to bed engulfed in the scent of Daniel she felt it, an awakening in herself so vibrant she couldn’t fathom sleeping.

Tossing the covers aside Mina quietly approached the den, the creeks of the old wooden floor gave her away. Daniel was already looking up from his screen as she approached.

There were no words between them, no verbalize hesitancy. He merely placed his laptop onto the coffee table and in its place Mina straddled his lap, hands slipping around his shoulders, just as his pressed into her back. They came together like tightened laces, all gaps closing as their mouths met.

Outside the tick of a clock, the only sounds were the wet smacks of their mouths together and the small hum caught in her throat when his large hands curled around her ass and squeezed.

She ground against him and felt his bulge through his jogging shorts. She rasped in a whisper, “God, you’re so hard.”

“Yeah, all for you,” he breathed against her neck. His hand went into her hair, tugging it back to expose her throat.

Her hands roamed down his chest, going to the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down enough to free his swollen cock. Her hand slid over the head, dragging precum down his shaft as she began to stroke it. His hips lifted to meet each downward stroke, the whole couch making more noise than they were.

Of all placed this wasn’t the best, the door to her room directly connecting to the den. She just couldn’t seem to stop herself from instigating. “I want you.”

“If we can’t say fucking then we shouldn’t do it,” He tease and bit down on her shoulder. She squeezed her hand around the wide base of his erection.

“No, we shouldn’t.”

“But I want you.” He lifted his head, eyes heavy with want.

“That line didn’t work when I used it.” She leaned her head forward and let her lips find his skin. She could feel him swallow hard as she continued to pleasure him. And again when she rubbed her thumb over the slit at the head of his cock.

“I never said we won’t, just that we shouldn’t.”

He found her skin under her top, not immediately traveling to her breasts which swelled under her thin shirt, but exploring the soft expanse of her hips, the curve of her belly, the tightness of her shoulders. He counted every rib and had her nearly purring by the time he kneaded her soft breasts.

They had returned to kissing, drawn out dances of tongues and nips, and breathy moans. Eyes shut, her grasp slow around his shaft.

Daniel spread his knees. In turn, legs widened. The hand at her breast dropped between her legs to rub at the damp crotch of her shorts. The material was wet enough it stuck to her plump folds. A moan hitched in her throat.

“If I touch you, you can’t make a sound,” he said.

“I thought you like how I sounded.”

“Ears have never been more ravenous for a sound.”

How could he say things like that with such potency? She ground against his fingers, searching for satisfaction. What would she do without the sound of his voice?

She nodded, ready to discover.

“You whimper and there will be consequences.” He warned before his hand slid up the leg of her shorts, pushing her panties aside so two thick fingers could enter her drooling pussy. They slid in without resistance.

Mina bit her lower lip to keep from gasping. She had stopped touching him, her hands bracing against his knees to keep her thick thighs apart.

As he curled his fingers up, pressing against her wall, he watched the battle she played with her mouth. It quiverd and she was forced to swallow her audible pleasure. His fingers were strong, pushing in and pulling out, setting a pace that had her hips rocking. But she was being good.

“You’re so wet, you know that. I hope you know I am going to make you cum like this, nice and quiet,” he whispered.

She nodded, wanting to cum. Maybe she would think clearly after release.

He continued, “But not just with two fingers, with three.” Her eyes went wide as she felt the third finger push in with the rest, her tight entrance sucking in his fingers and keeping them snug. She nearly gasped, but Daniel tutted, “Don’t you dare.”

Mina bit her lower lip until it was bright red, ragged breaths flaring her nostrils. He gave her little time to adjust, returning to his deep and urgent pace. The shorts grew wet, collecting her juices as they spilled out of her.

She couldn’t even squeeze her legs together as she drew close, her breathing labored and gaze unfocused. When her lips parted, she felt his hand go around her throat. The touch was light but the message was powerful, not a single sound was to leave those lips.

Yet, as she got closer, core muscle clenched tight, the tiniest moan escaped her lips and his hand tightened around her throat, but only for a moment. His eyes found hers to make sure it was okay.

It was. One of her hands went to his at her throat and pressed down against his hands to signal for tighter. She wanted to be good for him, but at the same time reap the reward of being bad.

The signal was clear and he clamped his hold, pressing against the sides of her neck and reaming his fingers into her wet cunt. The only occupancy of her mind was the fierce build up between her legs, inspiring her sex to convulse around his fingers as she entered the first wave of her dizzying orgasm.

A croak left her throat and his fingers pressed against her delicate neck. It only influenced her release, gushing over his hand and into her shorts as her whole body shook, hips wildly bucking, back arching. His hold on her throat left to wrap around her waist to keep her from tumbling to the floor.

Without cries she focused only on herself, her restraint and her release. The duality was perfection and even after she came down nestled against his chest she could not speak.

But Daniel could. Against her ear he whispered, “Who knew her highness liked to be choked. Guess we learned something after all.”

She hadn’t know either. She hadn’t known hunger like this ever in her lifetime. “I trust you….that’s why. It’s cause I trust you.”

“Good,” He rubbed at her back. “Then we’ll be just fine. Now who said you could speak again. Stand up, go back to my room. Go to sleep.”

“What about you?” His cock was glistening with spilled precum.

“Not one more word.”

“But-”

Daniel held up a solitary finger, lips thin. Mina could only smile, using that same persuasion as the word sir to lure him in. Slowly he got to his feet, merely directing her back to his room by pointing.

It wasn’t until they were behind his closed door across the house that he said, “Seems you are the one testing my limits. Take off your shorts and and panties and hand them to me.”

Mine did as he said and placed the completely sodden panties in his hand along with her drenched shorts as though she was handing him a prize. In the shadows of the dark room she watched his handsome face as he snared her jaw and pinched her cheeks until she opened her mouth. He stuffed her panties into her mouth without warning. Her taste pungent and hitting the back of her throat.

“Go ahead, try to talk.” She had nothing but murmurs to offer him and he gave her a satisfied grunt. “That’s what I thought.”

Her adrenaline was pumping as he turned her around and nudged her toward the bed. He pressed her into the bed with a heavy hand on her shoulder, adjusting her so she was on her hands and knees with her large ass spread and swollen, used pussy open for him.

Still humming from the first orgasm her body reacted to Daniel thrusting the full length of his curved cock into her. Again and again he slammed into her, holding nothing but the girth of her hips.

Mina didn’t know what she liked better, calling him sir or being unable to say anything at all. The soft exploration of making out or the rude animalistic coupling. The sound of his balls slapping against her raw sex, his finger digging into her malleable flesh, and the compression of her tongue as her moans were suppressed lead her to believe it was this attention she craved the most.

At this angle each thrust hit her deeply, nudging against her in a way that made her fists clench his sheets. Across the house the slight veil of privacy coaxed them both to be more forward. He lifted a hand bringing it down in a loud smack against her behind. The sting mixed well with his thrusting.

A second time he brought a hit down on the same spot and she arched her back sharply, the feeling more intense. The third time she squirmed and he roughly ask, “Too much? Thumbs up if your good.”

She gave him the signal that she was fine and he carried on, racing toward his own release as he brought two more firm slaps to her bright red cheek. She felt like it was glowing. Drool was starting to seep past the fabric and down her chin.

Another slap another powerful thrust.

She was so near orgasm, the tremor in her legs giving her away. Just one more hit and she would find bliss. Just one more lengthy thrust.

Daniel let out a gasp, leaning into her and cumming without warning. He pinned himself to her and flooded her with seed. Through his thick breathing she heard him pant, “Such a tight fucking pussy….fuck.”

He pressed in a little deeper and she mewled through the cloth as her release hit hard, her walls milking his length. After moments catching their breath, he pulled back and eased Mina off her hands and knees. He pulled the wad of panties from her mouth and strings of saliva went with it. Gently, he used his thumb to wick away the mess around her numb lips, jaw aching slightly.

“You good, Mina?”

She nodded.

“You can talk now.”

Again she nodded, drained from a long day and the rough unexpected nature of what they had shared. Finding release had done nothing to bring reason, her words soft. “You should sleep here tonight.”

“What about -”

“We were just sleeping,” she smiled at him, the two settling into his bed together, facing each other.

“Yeah, just sleeping together. We can do that.”

“Yes,” she decided. “We can do that.”

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