The Contest

"Begin."

Alex's hands moved down her shoulders, his touch sending sparks flying through her skin. His skin felt rough, though gentle, and Clara shivered as she felt his hands sweeping slowly over her naked chest. His open hands brushed against her chest, his fingers trailing over her breasts. Trailing, but not quite touching. Not yet. Now and then, one of them gently made contact with her skin, making her start slightly. She realised she was breathing heavily, anticipation running through her body like lightning. Alex held that pose for a moment, touching but not touching. His eyes were on her, on her face, and on her chest.

Clara realised that he had never actually touched her before. All that they had done yesterday, and he had not actually touched her. Alex had paused, as though he felt the weight of the moment. Clara stood, equally frozen. The two locked together, the thoughts of the game forgotten for a brief few seconds. There was just them. Just them in the whole world.

Then, the moment was broken, and Alex's hands closed around her chest. Clara felt the warmth of his skin pressing against her, the gentle pressure of his fingers as they closed around her breasts made her moan slightly. Her nipples had grown hard in anticipation, and now they luxuriated in the contact, tingling with wanton desire. His hands moved, insure at first, his fingers gently massaging her chest. He stroked her, growing more and more confident by the moment as he noted her reactions. Alex started at the base of the breast, then worked his way along, his hands slowly measuring, cupping, and stroking. Teasing and toying with her, making her shudder with contact. It was as though he wanted to know every inch of her, as though just touching her was not enough. His fingers played against her skin, each stroke leaving her wanting more, each touch an enticing promise of things to come. When he pulled away, he left a lingering feeling of disappointment, and when he returned, she felt her body's joy at the contact.

Alex was not skilful. Though growing in confidence, he was rough and fumbling, her own hands would have been much more attuned to her body's needs. But this felt different than when she did it herself, this felt like something else, something out of her control. Clara gasped as he traced a gentle circle around her nipple, tweaking it as he went passed, teasing her areola as well as her nipple itself. Clara felt warm, a sort of giddiness spreading through her body at his touch. Her throat was dry, and her lower self ached with anticipation and desire.

She gasped suddenly, Alex had gently closed his fingers around one of her nipples, rubbing it slowly between thumb and forefinger, the gentle friction made her go weak at the knees, her arousal spiking, she felt herself grow focused on the pleasure of the moment. She wanted to surrender to it, to let it wash over her and take her. This was like nothing she had ever felt before, her whole body was alive, tingling all over. Her skin was screaming for contact, her pussy was aching to be spread, to be used. She wanted to just stay this way forever, but the mounting edge to her frustrations would not allow it. She wanted him to go further, to do more. So far, he'd just teased her, and it was good. So very good. But she wanted more, needed more.

It was Alex's turn to start in surprise. Clara fumbled forwards, where words failed, she could show him what she wanted. Her hands found his engorged member, his cock was straining, standing out on his body. His own arousal making it clear that he was enjoying this almost, though not quite, as much as she was.

She could fix that. The member felt firm between her hands. Warm to the touch, and it grew slightly as it felt contact with her skin. Clara wondered what it would be like to feel it inside of her, pressing between her legs, urgent and needy, delivering her what she had always dreamed of. That was her role as a slave, wasn't it? To do whatever he wanted? To be whatever he wanted?

As her hands fumbled with his member, Clara leaned forwards, pressing her body against his. His chest pushed against her breasts, sending jolts of electricity up her spine. Her breath was hot against his skin, and his breath warm against her own as she leaned forwards, capturing him in deep kiss, this time, with more hunger than before. Alex responded, pushing against her, his tongue in her mouth, the two embraced, kissing more deeply than they ever had anyone else. Desire and arousal mixing in that moment, becoming a sort of animal need.

"A-Alex..." She mumbled as they broke the kiss, her face was flaring red, a combination of arousal and embarrassment. "I-I want...can we go further?"

For a moment, he looked surprised, startled that she would ask something like this. Her hand was still gently playing at his lower self, stroking his cock, gently messaging the head. She could see the desire in his taste, taste the lust rising in her own throat.

"What do you want us to do, Clara?" He asked.

"Can we go all the way?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." He grinned at her.

Bastard! She stewed in her own desire, frustration and amusement.

"I mean I want you to.... I want you to fuck me."

"Is that how a slave asks?"

"I want you to fuck me, _master. _There, are you happy?"

"Not really." He said. "That was still pretty poor."

Before she could respond again - whether to beg him or curse him, even she didn't know - Alex moved . With one hand on her shoulder, he steered her in a circle, so that her back was now to the sofa. While he did this, Clara continued to work on his member, pumping it back and forth slowly, but with growing speed. She could feel the arousal sweeping through the cock in her hands, the motions grew slowly more steady, the friction of it definitely seemed to be doing interesting things for him, but Alex was not about to let her have it all her own way either. He pushed her back slightly, making a bit more room, and then leaned forwards, one of his hands falling to her pussy, which was now soaking wet. Rivulets of moisture ran from her engorged labia, making it obvious to the world just how much she was enjoying this moment. She felt like a fire had been lit inside her, squirming with desire and lust, Clara could only watch as his hand got closer and closer to her most private place. Silently willing him to get on with it.

If this had been earlier during the game, Alex might have hesitated, might have approached more slowly, more cautiously. He might have stroked her mound, made her squirm with want as he gently traced her lower lips, his fingers running up and down her slit, almost but not quite entering her body as she bucked and writhed.

He might have done that.

He did not. Not now. There was something heady in the air, that deep, primal need which held them both now. Clara felt lightning shoot through her spine, her eyes widened as Alex's fingers brushed aside her labia, entering her with a gentle but forceful pressure. With one hand, he splayed her lips, opening her to the world, and with the other, inserted a finger. She felt it filling her up, it didn't feel too big, but it was warm and it moved in ways that no other toy she had used had. She trembled, her legs feeling like they had turned to jelly.

Clara moaned in a soft voice as Alex got a second finger into her. He curled them slightly within her, making her twitch, then started to gently move them back and forth. Slowly at first, trying to let her get used to it, but even the smallest amount of friction was something she had never felt before. Clara moaned more loudly, the sound tearing its way free of her throat before she could even think to stop it. Alex grinned, and picked up the pace, his fingers moving more quickly now he knew that it felt good. She squirmed, gasping for air, her body feeling so hot, her senses overwhelmed.

"Ah! A-Alex!" She cried. "This is...this is...oh god..."

"This is what you wanted, right?" He responded to her, his fingers pumping in and out, driving her closer and closer to the climax she felt now welling in every cell of her body. Heat pulsed through her chest and pussy, each entrance by his fingers like a spike of rising pleasure through her form. Her hands felt weak, and her legs were going numb. "This is what a slave does, right? You wanted to be used, Clara, didn't you?"

She squirmed and gasped. Her body felt like it was on fire; her skin burned with lust and want, her eyes were wide, her mouth was never closed. She was gasping and moaning in turn with each motion, every pump of his fingers bringing her closer to the edge. His words made it worse, tapping into her fetishes directly.

He pushed her gently with her free hand, and she toppled backwards, barely had any time to realise what was happening before she hot the sofa seat; Alex splayed her legs, pushing them aside as his other hand continued to torment her lower self. Clara threw her head back, gasping with each motion; feeling the climax come closer and closer; the world around her becoming mono-focused on the glorious friction and pleasure that was sleeting through her pussy. Her legs were splayed, her lower self exposed to the world.

She didn't care. Not at that moment. She had no thoughts of anything at all but the growing feeling between her legs.

Clara tried to speak, but could only gasp, her lewd moans filling the room. Alex worked at her furiously. His fingers moving, curling, stroking. At last, she felt her climax sweep through her body. She threw back her head, her eyes wide. It hit her like a wave of force, driving into her like nothing else she had ever felt. Her whole body shook, breath was driven from her lungs. She loosed a long, low moan as she felt that fiery little ball of heat in her lower lips explode outwards, detonating her whole body in a wave of pleasure which swamped her mind for a moment, and left her knowing nothing at all but the feeling that assailed her.

Clara lay on the sofa, gasping. Her chest heaved. She realised she was covered in sweat, her legs were still spread, and she realised that Alex was slowly standing up now, smiling at her a little sheepishly.

"Um..." He started. "I may have gotten a bit carried away there..."

Her mouth felt dry. She tried to speak, swallowed a few times, and then managed to form words.

"Alex, that was...my god... that felt amazing."

"I'm glad." He said, actually looking the part as well. "It was pretty fun for me too." He blushed slightly. "I never knew you could be that sexy, Clara. The way you looked, the way you moved, and the sounds you made..."

Clara said little, blushing herself as she realised what sort of show she had given Alex. Lost in the moment, she had paid no attention to her body language, but she had been rather obvious, hadn't she? She was still trembling a little, the fire in her loins still dying down. She held onto that moment of sweet release, refusing to let it go.

If that was what it was like, no wonder Lilly enjoyed it so much...

"I think..." Alex said slowly. "It's fair to say that I won, right?"

Clara nodded slowly. Still trying to gather herself again. She still felt giddy and light headed, though this was fading now.

"So then.." Alex said, turning towards her ."What should we do for your punishment?"