Double or Nothing

As I rub her tingling ass, I have to imagine I look pretty smug right about now, even if just a few slaps on her ass got me hornier than life. How many slaps would it take to make me come, I had to wonder. “That was good,” I finally manage as she struggles to catch her breath, “but you lost.” So how submissive was she going to be now with just one defeat?

“Fuck you.”

Alright then, so it’ll take a few. “Well, funny you should say that. I have some competitions in mind-”

Her hands remain ever at her crotch as she rolls over and sits up, perhaps in mock decency, perhaps out of need since she knows she’s already leaking through the towel under her. “Fuck you, I’ll… I’ll scream.”

I smile back as her fearful gaze does its best to look brave. Don’t say it Dave. It’s corny, it's kind of fucked up, you can see on her face she’s expecting it, don’t say- “I bet you will.” I couldn’t help it. It’s not my fault! I mean it’s explicitly my fault, but…

“Double or… nothing,” she finally declares.

“W… what?”

“I want a rematch… a different competition, not one where… fuck, I don’t know how you did that, but-”

“I didn’t do anything except slap your ass,” I coyly declare.

But the limits of Silver Tongue are thrown back in my face. “Fuck you. I’m no… not into that shit! I play on a sports team and the male varsity teams are a bunch of sex-obsessed idiots. I can’t even count how many times I’ve been slapped on the butt and it never…” She struggles with the words until she shakes her head and finishes, “... and it never felt like that!” Her hands don’t leave her crotch, but they fold politely over it now. Despite the situation, her gaze steadily meets mine. “You changed me, somehow… again. That’s the only way this is possible.” Her brow furrows. “You cheated.”

“You were already this way by the time you got to my door... maybe not long before, but definitely by then.”

Her brow furrows at that. “So?”

“So? I said no new tricks, didn't I?”

“So... you think you're clever.”

It's hard to admit how easily Leona gets under my skin with her barbs, even now when I've clearly got all the cards in hand. I never dealt well with confrontation before... but this is a good way to get over that, right? Whatever the cause… it makes this rematch offer a bit more enticing for me, one-sided as it is. “You mentioned ‘double or nothing’ so… what did you have in mind?”

She reaches down for her bottom wear as she answers, “Look, you want me to stay tonight? Give me another shot, if you win, I’ll stay two nights, and if I win, I go home.” Without asking, she rises and begins to march towards my mother’s bathroom, her discarded clothes picked up in a swift move from bed to marching.

“I just need the one night,” I lie as I chase after her. “I need something better.”

“Like what-?” Her words cut off as my hand keeps the bathroom door in place. She was about to close it on me, but I want to see her reaction when I propose my “reward.”

“Your virginity,” I boldly declare, naked and imposing in the doorway, “will be mine to take whenever I want.”

“Hell no. You get me for two nights... or I get to go home tonight.” She pushes the door to close it... and her eyes go wide as she realizes I'm only holding it with one, gentle hand. “What the...?”

Crap. I was hoping to hide my strength--relative to her and her movements, anyways--until later. She probably would've said yes to an arm-wrestling competition, given our gap in athletic appearance... ah well, jig's up on that. She looks at me with a new fear... one more basic than the stupefying or disgusting expression she wore so far. A human fear of an overwhelming enemy.

I have to distract her. “So just going home, huh? So you want to stay this way, huh?”

She makes a face before she calms herself and answers, “We'll see where we're at by then.”

She... thinks we'll keep going, doesn't she? And why wouldn't we? If I somehow lost the next game, I doubt I'd reject the chance to challenge her to a third game to win her back... and then I'd have to put my controls on her up for grabs again. Part of me wants to give her a real chance... and beat her anyways, of course, but there is that part of me wants to end this little charade the same way I did with Sophia's attempts to keep herself over me. Whether by Hard Anal or some virginity-stealing variant, I could already have her however I wanted...

“Double... or nothing,” I finally declare with a smirk.

She nods with a cautious smile. “That's right...”

I smile back. “That's the competition where the female competitor has to get the male competitor to have an orgasm while inside her pussy and then while inside her ass, each within ten minutes of each other, without having any orgasms herself.” Her smile melts as I continue, “She must be completely naked and must let the man do whatever he wants while she's trying to fuck him in every way that'll help her win, but she loses if she comes or takes more than ten minutes total... oh! And the man wins as long as the woman loses.” Do I need to say that last bit? Better to avoid the technical details, I'd say, but I want to make it perfectly clear how fucked she is. “This competition is called Double or Nothing.”

She tries to swing the door open and bolt away in the gap... but I put my hand gently to her crotch level and let her run body-first into my stance. She slams into the immovable as my fingers catch her on the clit and down the length of her oddly petite labia... but more importantly, as my hand holds her in place while my free hand slaps her ass without warning. Still "stinging" from the first competition, she lets out a pathetic moan as my fingers moisten under her slit. “No, please, don't-!”

I reach up and cradle her head gently, but it may as well be a grip of stone as I whisper into her ear. “So double or nothing, and you bet your virginity... or Double or Nothing, and you give me your virginity.”

I pull back to see her reaction. Her eyes shine as she tries to find a way to say no to both.