Flipping the Script (Isaac Lead)

Emma was sprawled out over my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her face. I didn’t know what to expect, but I understood that the game was still on. Neither one of us had ended it, and I was determined to explore this to the end. Emma had been accommodating to my needs, and this was my chance to give back.

Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying this either.

I didn’t step inside, taking a moment to get my head on straight. I understood Emma’s role in this. The unsatisfied girlfriend who sought another man to take care of her needs. So focused on imagining what the two were doing in here, I didn’t consider the role I was going to play. After all, this was a game. What was the fun if I only played myself?

Mind racing, nothing immediately came to me. My initial thought of continuing the wimpy boyfriend act was rejected. I knew Emma would enjoy me playing the role, but it seemed too easy. Considering this was a blank slate sort of situation, it seemed a waste to fall back into our original roles. I wanted something a bit fresher. New.

Original roles.

A smile touched my lips as the thought took root and grew in my mind. This was a game where we could take any role, right? Maybe it was time to take up Emma’s mantle for a change and give her a taste of her own medicine. Excitement surged through me as ideas flowered in my head, but it was tempered by worry. I knew Emma wasn’t the best when it came to teasing. Oh, she could dish it out, but taking it? I knew what insecurities she had, and I was going to push them—just like she loved to do with me. It caused me to hesitate even though I was committed. Not because I feared what I was about to do, but because I think I understood her concerns a little more.

I was about to hurt the one I loved. There was no malice there and it was all consensual, but still…

Embracing the concern, I set it aside. I trusted her. If I got too close, she would tell me. If I crossed a line, she would tell me. We both agreed on a clean slate with nothing off the table. The lines were invisible and we both had an understanding that if we crossed them this time, we would mark them and make sure we never crossed them again.

With a deep breath, I pulled deep within myself to steady my emotions to present a cool and uncaring face.

Satisfied with my presentation, I stepped inside.

Emma shifted on the bed, rolling onto her side. Seeing me, her smile faded. She had been expecting a wimpy kid out of his depth, not a stone-cold dismissal of her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a dismissive sigh. “Ah, you really did it.”

“Excuse me?” She sat up, clearly flustered by my presentation. It was clear she wasn’t prepared for this.

I swept my hand through the air to indicate her. “I knew you were a slut—part of the appeal really. I just didn’t expect a week or two dry spell to break you.” She seemed at a loss for words. I don’t know if she was acting or if this shift had thrown her off balance.

Her recovery was quick. Getting to her feet, that confident minx was back as she sauntered over to me. “Nice try, but we both know you could never—”

“Fuck you like he did?” I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Your inexperience shows, mistaking a boy for a man. Children, fumbling around thinking themselves experts in something they barely understand.”

A humorless laugh left her, an incredulous expression on her face. “That’s rich coming from you considering you can barely get me to—”

“You’re not worth the effort.” That was a solid hit. Enough that it wiped the smooth vixen persona from her. Her mouth was open slightly, a stunned look on her face. It was enough to make me pause—to give her enough time to decide if she wanted to allow me to continue—but not stop. “Disappointing. I’d heard you were experienced and your looks are certainly top-tier, so against my better judgment, I decided to give you a chance. In bed though…” I sighed, shaking my head. “Nothing but disappointment. A bore, really.” I glanced down at my fingers, holding them up like inspecting them was more interesting than our conversation. “You laugh because I do nothing more than spend a few minutes to pump and dump, but fail to realize that’s really only what you’re worth.”

“Isaac—”

“You think you fucking around would hurt me?” I chuckled coolly. “That would require me to care.”

She took a step back. The look on her face tore at my heart and caused doubt to take me. I didn’t know if this was real or acting. It was a struggle to not say our safe word; to make sure that she was okay, but I trusted her. Just like I trusted her when our roles were reversed.

Sorry, Emma. I love you, but I’m going to push.

I didn’t let her escape me. Each step she took, I matched. She hit the edge of my bed, **** to stop. **** to look up at me with wide eyes full of something I’d never seen so complete in her before: fear and hurt.

My hand touched her chin, commanding her to stare into my eyes as I spoke in a calm voice. “Men don’t fuck you because they want to, Emma. They do it because you are easy. A cheap and disposable whore.” Seeing her react to my words hurt far more than when she dug at me. I had a newfound respect for her. This was hard. I was committed to exploring this role reversal in full, but inflicting emotional pain on the woman I loved—even consensual as it was—wasn’t something I enjoyed.

I pushed through my displeasure and focused on my target. My sweet, lovely Emma looked on the verge of tears.

I readied my big blow. If there was a line to cross, this would be the one to do it.

“Sarah on the other hand…” I let the implication of that linger, watching as the color drained from her face. “Now there is a woman who knows how to please a man.”

“Liar.” She sounded ****. “There is no way you two…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence, as if the words caused her physical pain.

A smug grin formed as I laughed. “As clueless as you are pretty.”

“Stop.” I almost did but remembered that wasn’t the safe word. “I don’t believe you.”

“What don’t you believe?” She shook her head, not looking at me. “That I’m fucking your best friend?”

She looked ill, body quivering.

“That I’ve been neglecting you because I found someone far better.” Her breaths came in ragged gasps. It hurt so damn much. I didn’t know if she was acting, but at this point it was the same as if these were genuine reactions. She hadn’t told me to stop yet, so I continued. “I’ll admit you have the pretty face, but that’s not what I’m interested in. Honestly, I’m surprised by your confidence considering you have a body that gave up halfway through puberty. Have you seen Sarah? She may be around your height, but those curves… Those luscious boobs of hers.”

“No. No, no, no. You’re lying.”

I **** a sneer. “If I was lying, how would I know about the little birthmark she has under her left breast? Or how you can get her to cum simply by playing with her nipples? They are extremely sensitive.”

The sharp intake of breath and Emma went still. There was a wild look in her eyes. Terror? Shit, did I go too far? I was going off what Mike had told me. He mentioned both those details in passing during his tales of conquest. If she pressed, I would have nothing more. Not that she was in any mindset to question it.

I turned away and moved toward the center of my room. I think I’d reached my limit on this particular aspect of the game. Seeing her like that made me ill. The silence ate at me as I worked at my clothes. There was a quiver in my hand as I worked the buttons of my shirt, glad she couldn’t see. I needed a moment to collect myself before we moved into the next stage.

I stopped midway down my shirt. Why was I doing this?

Steeling myself, I faced Emma. She hadn’t moved since I last saw her. What was going on in that head of hers?

“Undress me,” I ordered. The sound of my voice jerked her from whatever thoughts bound her. She blinked a few times. “What are you waiting for? You were looking for a man, weren’t you? You couldn’t even recognize one standing right in front of you. I even told you. Instead, you ran off to play with a boy.” I grinned. “Be thankful. I’m going to show you the difference. Now get over here and undress me.”

Her movements were sluggish as she passively did what I told her. Not once did she meet my eye, focusing on her hands as she finished unbuttoning my shirt and helping me out of it. I kicked off my shoes as she worked at my belt and jeans. Finally naked, she took a step away eyes still not meeting mine. Such a little thing, eye contact. I missed it already.

I clicked my tongue. “You’ve been naked this entire time and I’m still like this. Pretty as you are, you can’t even excite me.” I gestured to my crotch. Her beauty had nothing to do with my lack of erection. This wasn’t really my element, but I was doing the best I could. “Come on then. I don’t have all day.”

She didn’t move. It was like she just… shut down. There was a moment where neither of us moved and I struggled to figure out what she wanted. I was out of my element here.

I thought I heard something. Leaning forward, I heard it: a whisper under her breath that I could barely make out.

Treat me like a slut.

Hearing that sent a wave of relief through me. Not only was she nudging me in the direction she wanted me to take, but it confirmed that she was only acting—at least on some level. I’m sure she felt my emotional blows the same way I did, but she was still fine to continue. It relieved some of the tense sickness in my gut.

Confidence surging through me, I stormed the distance between us and grabbed her, forcing her to her knees. I shoved my cock in front of her, pushing anger into my voice. “I know you can suck a cock.” Her mouth opened and I resisted the urge to moan at the feeling of her lips wrapping around my cock. It wasn’t long before I was nearly at full mast. Emma was great as always, but I couldn’t admit that. “Really? Is this the best a slut like you can do?” My hands pressed on the back of her head, forcing myself down her throat. “Do I need to call Sarah over to show you how it’s done?”

That got her going. I lost hold of my character, gritting my teeth as Emma worked me over. I didn’t watch what she was doing, looking toward the ceiling in an attempt to minimize the stimulation I was getting. Forcing slow and steady breaths, I tried to continue in character as I felt her tongue run along my shaft before taking me into her mouth once more.

“There we go.” My voice was a bit softer than I intended. My hand slowly ran over the back of her head as I felt it move forward and back. “Show me how great a cocksucker you are. Put that experience to use.” My gaze fell on my alarm clock near my desk and a small grin formed. “When she’s trying, Sarah can usually get me off in three minutes. Beat that record, and maybe I’ll show you how a real man satisfies a woman.”

Fuck me. I don’t think I could last thirty seconds. Emma was good and having listened to her and Mike go at it already had me turned on. Closing my eyes, I filled my mind with math equations to stave off what was coming. I wish I could have made it closer to the deadline, but there was no way that was going to happen. Emma knew what she was doing and I was still new to this.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as I lost my character once more. Knowing what was coming, her hands worked my cock as she looked up at me. Fortunately, I managed to get back into character as I **** my cock into her mouth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said angrily. I grunted as I came, my seed flooding her waiting mouth. Had to remind myself to breathe there for a second. Shit. That was intense.

I pulled away, Emma staring up at me.

“What are you waiting for? Swallow,” I commanded. She made a show of following my order. “All of it.” I gestured to my lips. Her tongue slowly ran over her lips before pulling in the remains that had leaked out.

“Passable,” I said with a dismissive wave. Looking bored, I headed over to my desk to get a condom from the box in my drawer.

“I’d do better if I had more to work with.” I fumbled with the box. Looking over my shoulder, Emma was getting to her feet as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a fire in her eyes as she glared at me, daring me to fight her on that.

I shook my head, grabbing the condom. “It’s enough for your little girlfriends and certainly enough for you.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond to that, pushing her at the bed. I sighed as I worked at the condom wrapper. “Let’s get this over with.” I looked down at her. “What are you waiting for? Spread them.”

She didn’t move, giving me a defiant look.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t bullshit me. A slut like you will spread them for anyone. Now stop wasting my time so I can go fuck a real woman.” Anger flashed across her face, but her legs opened. I scoffed. “Wow. You really will let anyone fuck you.” Sliding between her legs, I didn’t bother giving her any warning. The tip of my cock pressed against her before I thrust myself into her.

I lost myself in the character. I wanted to dominate Emma. To crush her resistance and make her lose her mind in pleasure. I didn’t want to mimic what I heard when she was with Mike; I wanted to surpass it.

Emma received no mercy from me as I hammered myself against her with everything I had. She resisted at first, struggling to maintain her bored and defiant expression. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I drove into her. Cracks began to form; moans and whimpers grew in intensity.

“How’s that cock now, slut? Still too small for you?” I grunted, sweat running down my forehead. She whimpered in response, a moan escaping her as she struggled to contain her pleasure. “Of course not. Any cock is good enough for a slut like you.”

None of this was gentle. I let her legs fall from my shoulders as I shifted myself against her. Leaning forward, I continued to ram myself against her while grabbing at her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers as I alternated between them and those wonderful boobs I loved. Emma was panting heavily, moans flowing freely. It was weird hearing her moan while we had sex and there was hurt there knowing that she was acting. The real Emma wasn’t like this slutty version she was portraying.

I pushed the thought aside. I didn’t have time for that.

“Still think I can’t fuck you?” She cried out, pleasure running through her body. “I can’t understand you, Emma. Answer my question.”

She didn’t. All she could do was scream and moan as I ravaged her body. I knew she was playing it up, but she made it sound like I was a sex god or something. The look on her face really sold it as she writhed underneath me in pleasure.

It was too much. Pressing myself against her, I grunted loudly as I came. No idea if Emma was faking or not, but her body quivered against me, legs squeezing me between them.

Collapsing back on the bed, she went limp as she gasped for air.

Pulling away, I was equally as tired as I struggled to fill my lungs fast enough. I almost grinned at her before remembering my character.

Removing the condom, I tied it off before sliding from the bed. My voice was winded as I spoke. “I’d say this was fun, but I don’t want to lie.” I chucked the condom into the trash. “I’m done pretending this relationship is worth keep—”

“Red.”

I turned to find Emma moving to the edge of the bed. She was hugging herself as she let her legs dangle from the bed.

I rushed to her side, wrapping her in a hug.

“I’m fine,” she said softly. “God, that sucked.”

“Sorry.”

She shook her head. “I could have stopped it anytime. Almost did a few times,” she added under her breath.

“Why didn’t you?”

She gave me a weak grin. “I wanted to experience what you did.” She stared into my eyes. “I hate it. No idea how you can stomach it.”

I laughed. “If it’s any consolation, I hated my role too. Saying those things, knowing it was hurting you. Bleh,” I said, sticking my tongue out.

Her giggles were a much-needed relief. “What was it Mike said? We are meant for each other.”

Shifting in my grasp, she moved her face closer to mine. I automatically closed the distance, kissing her. An unfamiliar taste hit me, immediately reminding me of what I made her do. I tried to pull away, but her arms had locked around my neck, holding me in place as she **** her tongue into my mouth. My struggles ended up with me on the bed, Emma atop me as she continued to **** her kisses on me.

Pulling away, she had an evil grin on her face as I made gagging noises. “Punishment.”

“Gross, Emma.”

“Baby.”

Straddling me, her hands pressed against my chest as she stared down at me. Her playful mood vanished as a serious mood descended over her. I felt her nails dig at my chest as her eyes bored into me. “Wanna tell me how you know about Sarah’s birthmark?”

“Ow.”

“Hmm?” Her tone dripped sweetness, but it was anything but.

“Mike told me.” She studied me like a hawk, a predatory gaze that made me uncomfortable. “He was telling me she was embarrassed when Hailey mentioned it during their threesome. The nipple thing was from Maddie trying to impress him by making Sarah cum by only playing with her boobs.”

She relaxed, her hands soothing the area her nails had left indentations in. “Sorry,” she said as her eyes went to my chest. “I know you wouldn’t do that to me, but when I heard you say that…”

My hands ran along the smooth skin of her legs. “You are the only woman for me, Emma. I love you, and only you.”

Her smile brought out my own and I felt myself relax, enjoying her weight atop me.