A Game of Chess, Pt. 2

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask Becca the first thing that comes to your mind after seeing the room she brought you in.

The room has a concrete, steel, and black leather aesthetic. A stark contrast to the opulence and luxury of the rest of Becca’s home. The floor’s padded with some sort of rubber or foam mats that are then covered by a layer of plastic. The kind of thing that Dexter used when he was off satiating his serial killer blood lust.

“Only if you’re a naughty boy.” Becca replies playfully, before sensually sliding a finger up your spine that takes you by surprise and making you flinch.

“What is this place?” You ask her in both awe and fear, as you have a pretty good idea what she does in here.

“This… is the room where I play with my toys.” Becca answers with a diabolical tone.

“Well~... it’s been a lovely evening, but I think it’s getting late—” You jokingly say, but the fear in your voice, thanks to the atmosphere this room is giving off, is very genuine.

*slam*

*click*

You hear the door close behind you, and Becca locking it right after. She’s intentionally trying to scare you now.

“Relax.” Becca says, before sending goosebumps down your spine just by touching you on your lower back, before she shifts her position so she can face you. She then gently pushes you until your back rests on the door behind you.

“Kinda hard to relax when you’re trapped inside a room that’s easily cleaned up if your hostess decides to kill you.” You jokingly respond.

“Then I suggest you do everything your hostess says so that it wouldn’t even cross her mind.” Becca replies, before pulling you in for a kiss. It’s not like the kiss you shared in her study, as this one’s gentle and reassuring; as if she is actually trying to get you to loosen up.

“I needed that.” You tell her honestly, before another nervous chuckle to try and get it out of your system.

“I know.” She says with an amused smile. Becca then takes your hand, and leads you to the bed. You’d like to say that the bed’s the only ‘normal’ looking thing in this room, but that would go to the mini fridge that’s on the other end of the wall. The bed itself has an imposing steel frame that has hooks and harnesses that you can only imagine are used to keep someone bound and helpless. If Classroom 237 or Room 217 were subtle about their BDSM and sexual themes, Becca’s ‘play room’ didn’t have such subtleties… or any subtlety.

“What is it that you’re afraid of I’ll do to you?” Becca asks, as the two of you sit next to each other on the edge of the bed, while Becca starts using her fingers to play with your hair.

“I’m not afraid…” You tell her, with the most unconvincing delivery possible, that it even gets her to scoff. “... exactly.” You add, finally admitting you are afraid of something.

“Then what exactly do you feel?” She asks, and you can feel her just giving you a piercing stare, while you can’t even look her way.

“If I’m being honest, Becca, I’m not really comfortable being submissive.” You admit. “When we did this with Viv, I had no clue what I was doing; and the way you talked to her isn’t exactly something I think I’d enjoy being done to me either.” You continue.

“I know.” She tells you without hesitation.

“You do?” You ask, confused.

“Of course.” She says with confidence. “It’s not as if your discomfort at how I treated you and Vivian that night wasn’t obvious.” She jokingly points out, getting both of you to chuckle.

“You noticed that, huh?” You ask, a little embarrassed.

“It was hard not to.” Becca replies, still playing with your hair as she does. “Similar to how easy it is to see you’re not comfortable right now either.” Becca adds, and you just let out another embarrassed laugh.

“I’m sorry, Becca.” You apologize with an awkward laugh. “I know you like being in control in situations like this and roleplaying, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable taking what I dish out, so to speak.” You add.

“What is it that you ‘dish out’, as you like to call it?” Becca asks, although there’s no curiosity in her tone; like she already knows the answer, but she’s just asking to hear you say it.

“You know…” You answer, unable to bring yourself to verbalize the things you’ve done to your recent partners; especially after finding out that it caused Courtney to get nightmares about her past trauma.

“Do I?” Becca teasingly asks.

“You sound like you do.” You tell her, finally glancing towards her, and you see a teasing smile of amusement across her lips. “Of course you do.” You add after seeing the look on her face, and her smile turns into a guilty one.

“And you believe those are the things I would like to do to you?” Becca asks.

“I mean… yeah?” You answer as if it’s obvious. “Last night you said you just wanted me to lay there and use me. Now we’re here in your sex dungeon and I’m pretty sure where this is headed. I’m just not exactly sure what being ‘used’ in this scenario would actually entail.” You add.

“Would you be more comfortable if you had more control?” Becca asks.

“I guess. At least I have some idea what’s going to happen.” You answer her.

“Yet, when you couple with others, or act as a dom to Vivian or whoever it may be now; do you not fear they are also uncomfortable not knowing what you will do to them?” Becca asks you, pointing out your contradicting stances.

“If you put it that way…” You say guiltily.

“Apologies.” Becca immediately says after seeing your mood shift. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like a hypocrite.” Becca adds. “It’s more of an attempt to point out that your level of trust in me as a partner isn’t quite there yet.” Becca continues.

“No~, Becca. That’s definitely not it.” You say defensively.

“Then why do you fear that I’ll do something you’re not ready for?” Becca asks you calmly. She’s neither angry nor disappointed in your level of comfort, just curious as to why it is the way it is.

“I mean, this room is really intimidating.” You answer half-jokingly. “I mean, I didn’t feel like this last night when we were in the hotel. I guess I felt like there was some semblance of familiarity there. Like it was a neutral site and you didn’t have home court advantage, you know? Whatever you were going to do last night if we continued, I felt like it wouldn’t go…” You try to explain, before trailing off to try and find the right words.

“Too far?” Becca tries to complete the thought for you, and you nod that she nailed it.

“Then it is a trust issue.” Becca deduces.

“No~, Becca. I trust you. I do.” You try to assure her.

“Tell me,” She says, dismissing your attempt at reassurance. “What do you think being a dom is about?” Becca asks.

“Viv told me it’s about doing what you want, but keeping your sub in mind.” You answer her.

“And you think I’m foolish enough to not remember the second part of that?” Becca asks you with a teasing smile.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I have such a hang-up about this. I really don’t.” You say in apology, as you feel like such a wimp by just not allowing Becca to do what she wants to do with you. “I trust you. I do. The way you trust me too. How you’ve shared parts of your life with me that I feel you keep private to everyone else.” You add.

“Maybe it’s not that I’m afraid of what you might do to me, but what Mistress Hoffman might do… if that makes sense.” You continue. “Maybe it’s also because I don't want to roleplay somebody else to be with you. Especially tonight. Our night. Our first date. Not theirs. Not the mistress and her plaything.” You finally find the words that you’ve been looking for to explain what it actually is you’re feeling.

Becca caresses your cheek tenderly once more, and gives you a quick kiss on the lips to try and assure you that she understands what you mean.

“I never asked you to.” Becca then tells you, as she breaks away from the kiss.

“You brought me to your playroom, Becca. I thought… Well, I guess that was my mistake.” You try to defend yourself, before admitting that maybe you just made too many assumptions to begin with.

“Normally, yes, the people I bring to this room already know what they’re getting into. Before they even step foot inside we’ve already discussed their role, what I expect of them, and what they can expect from me.” Becca admits. “However, I did not wish to do that with you.” Becca adds.

“Not tonight.” She says with a smile. A smile that you can only describe as a sentimental one. The same one you have on too. The two of you begin kissing tenderly again, and without breaking away from one another, Becca takes you with her to lie on the bed. Becca then seamlessly transitions to mount you. You let her have the more dominant position like she prefers, but wrap your arms around her lower back to **** her stomach to press onto yours and not allow her body to break away from you.

When Becca tries to catch her breath from the kiss, you make your move and overpower her so you can be the one on top now. You don’t give her a chance to recover either, as you go back to taking her breath away with your kisses immediately after. Becca starts gripping your hair with her fingers, and as it grows tighter, you give her the chance to catch her breath finally and place your focus on beginning to go down on her.

You start by planting gentle kisses and licks on the side of her neck, while going under her shirt to start fondling her breasts. The scent of her perfume is intoxicating, with a mix of scents that you can’t even place. You just know that the deeper you inhale, the giddier and more excited you become.

You start unbuttoning the oversized shirt she’s wearing while planting kisses along her collarbone, and going to the other side of her neck. Once you’ve undone the last button, you restart your journey towards the lower part of Becca’s body. You don’t reveal her breasts just yet, but only focus on her exposed skin. You plant kisses along her cleavage, down to her toned abdomen, you swirl your tongue around her belly button, before moving on further down.

You hook your fingers inside the leggings she changed into as part of her disguise, and start pulling them down in sync with how lower and lower your lips are going. You purposefully avoid her pussy and tease her thighs and calves instead, until finally pulling off her leggings off of her completely.

You take the opportunity to take your shirt off while you and her separate from each other, as Becca gives you an encouraging look of hunger as she sees your naked upper body. Becca then parts her legs wider, before using two of her fingers to spread her pussy lips to show you how the enticing pink of her pussy, while her other hand gives you a ‘come hither’ motion with her finger.

As soon as you lower your head between Becca’s legs again, she wraps her legs around you tight. Becca’s thighs squeeze into your face to the point that you can’t even get to her pussy anymore. You look towards Becca for an explanation, and she just has a wicked smile on her face. She then wags her finger and makes a ‘tut-tut-tut’ noise with her lips, right before using her thighs to forcefully turn your body to the side, before rolling you further so that you’re on your back and she’s on top of you. Specifically, her crotch is resting right on your neck.

“If you’re going to devour me,” Becca finally says.

“Do it properly.”