“You cheated!” I yell at Jason. “You had to. There’s no way that you knew the answer to that question.”
“Ugh,” he whines. “You just hate to lose. You like to think that you’re smarter than I am and it kills you when I know something you don’t. I won--fair and square.”
“Gah,” I yell and grunt as I storm across the room.
“Wow, Maia. You’re truly a sore loser, aren’t you. Does this mean our little game is over? No more trivia nights?”
I force a smile and stare at the floor. I especially do like trivia night. Who wouldn’t like a night where winner controls everything? Of course, most of the reason I like it is because I almost always win.
I love Jason. I would do anything for him. But the idea of him having complete control over me for 24 hours scares me.
“Okay, but I think we should set some ground rules.” I certainly hope he buys this.
“No way,” Jason says. “All the nights you won, not once did I try to set up ground rules. First, the rule is loser has to do whatever the winner wants for 24 hours. Second, the start of that 24 hours has to be announced clearly at least six hours ahead of time and completed consecutively. And last, there will not be another trivia night until after the winner has finished collecting on the trivia night he or she has won.”
I am starting to regret not setting up any real rules. It never dawned on me before because I knew I would never set Jason up to do anything embarrassing or extreme. My 24 hours consisted of things like foot rubs, bubble baths, and the occasional romp in the bedroom. But Jason is far more outgoing than I am.
“All right, let’s get it over with; What do you want me to do?”
“Uh-uh. Not yet. I’m not ready to start the 24 hours just yet.”
I shake my head and walk off into the bedroom. “Okay, fine. Remember, if you choose to have a delayed start, then you have to announce clearly the start of your 24 hours at least six hours ahead of time.”
“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head. Trust me, I’ve been waiting to win a trivia night for a very long time. And I’m not exactly looking forward to waiting much longer to collect on my rewards. I just need to get some things set up first.”
“Ugh,” I whine.
That was three nights ago. Now we’re sitting in bed, each of us winding down from a long day in our way. I’m staring at my laptop, trying to gather as much research for my boss tomorrow as possible and Jason staring at the television trying to catch up on the news for the day.
“By the way, I almost forgot, my 24 hours starts tomorrow morning.”
“Yea. 7:30 tomorrow morning.”
“What are you going to tell me to call in sick or something? Kim has a big case tomorrow that I still have not finished getting prepared for; I can’t call in sick tomorrow.”
“Uh-uh. You know the rules. I’m giving you more than seven hours’ notice that the time starts tomorrow at 7:30 AM.”
“Okay, but I’m just saying that--.”
“I won’t ask you to call in sick to work tomorrow. I promise, okay?”
The edges of my lips curl up into a smile, and I lean over to kiss him.
“Okay. Fine. Tomorrow morning at 7:30.”
I wake up and stare at my alarm clock. My mind and heart are racing. My palms are sweating. And all I can think of is what Jason is going to make me do once 7:30 comes around.
I wonder if I can get out of here before 7:30 if that will make him postpone whatever it is he has planned until tonight?
Oh, I’m tempted. But at the same time, I can’t bring myself to break the rules like that on purpose. But still, that doesn’t mean I can’t be extra quiet while I’m getting ready for work. So, I tiptoe around the room, grab my suit, and head into the bathroom to start.
It didn’t work.
There he is, waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. Chuckling as he shakes his head at me and waves a small box in front of him.
“Uh-uh,” I tell him. “Your time doesn’t start until 7:30. Which means I still have six minutes of complete autonomy. And I have a feeling I am going to need plenty of coffee to deal with whatever you have planned for the day.”
Jason smiles and follows me into the kitchen. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to jump the gun or anything. I just thought it was funny that the paralegal was trying to break the rules and sneak out of the house before my time could officially start."
“I was not.”
He smirks and leans in to kiss me on my forehead. I love when he does that.
“All right,” I whisper. “What’s in the box.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to let you trick me into breaking the rules so that you can call foul and make me forfeit. You still have three minutes. So I will place the box right here on the counter, and you can open it when it’s time.”
I giggle and start pouring water into the coffee pot. “You know, you seem very excited about all this. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather start your time tomorrow morning at 7:30? Being Saturday I’ll have the day off, and we’ll truly get the full 24 hours together. Instead of you getting me for 15 minutes before I have to run off to work.”
“Nope. I got the day right. One more minute.”
The sugar sinks and dissolves into my coffee and I lick the spoon. “Oh for Pete’s sake just give me the box,” I yell and snap around to grab the box before he can stop me. I tear away the silver ribbon from the small shiny black plastic box and carefully pull the top off.
Inside, a lace ribbon. As I pick up the ribbon, a short strand of pearls swings. “You got me pearls?”
Jason’s smile beamed from ear to ear. “Not exactly. I got you pearl panties.”
“How is this underwear?”
He grabs the pearl panties from me and starts demonstrating. “Look, the lace goes like this and the pearls come up around like this and tie in the back here like this.”
I grab the pearl panties back and toss them over my shoulder. “Okay. And…?”
“And I want you to wear them today. All day.”
“Jason, I told you. I can’t call in sick today.”
“I’m not asking you to call in sick. I mean, if you could and if you wanted to then that would be fine. But if you can’t, you can’t. All I’m asking you to do is to wear the panties. You can take any precautions you need to so you don’t get fired or anything. Just wear the panties all day.”
“And that’s it?”
I raise my eyebrows and take a sip of my coffee and start heading over to the bathroom. This ought to be easy enough. I slip the lace up over my hips and pull the pearl strand under to the back to tie it into place.
Oh. My. God.
Even before I finish tying the ridiculous bow in the back, the pearls work their way across my opening and graze against my clit. This is not going to be as easy as I thought.
I pull my pants back up. Every movement tugs on that strand of pearls. Each step stimulates my clit as the pearls make their way between my lips. The folds of my pussy swell and blossom under the gentle stimulation.
I walk back out of the bathroom. Jason is wearing the largest smile I have ever seen, holding out my coffee mug.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I mutter.
There doesn’t seem to be a good way to walk. No way to decrease the pearls’ effects on my clit. I’m dripping relentlessly. My core aches for more. Even my nipples become harder and graze against the smooth silk of my bra.
“No trying to get out of this, now.”
“No. I’m not trying to get out of this. I just don’t know if I can walk around work all day like this.” My breathing is falling out of control. I grab onto his broad shoulders as the pearls shiver against my clit. “I just think tomorrow might be a better day for this. That’s all.”
“Uh-uh. My time started. Fair is fair. I picked today for a reason.” He grabs my chin and guides my lips up to him. His other hands wraps around my waist and pulls me into him.
My heartbeat is in double time. Triple time. I can’t hold onto my composure any longer. My low moans turn into lust-driven howls as my orgasm takes over. Jason pulls me against his body and smiles as I quake in his arms.
As I struggle to compose myself, Jason smiles and kisses me again. “You better get moving. You’re going to be late to work.”
I nod and reach for my briefcase. Coffee mug in tow, I head out to the parking lot. All the way to my car, every step teased my overheated clit. I still don’t know how I am going to get through the whole day. But I am glad to be wearing a dark pant suit. At least any wet spot that forms will be easy to hide.
“Oh God,” I moan as I crawl into my car. I smell like lust and cum. The pearls manage to inch their way deeper into my opening and along the crack of my bottom. Thank goodness there aren’t a lot of lights or stop signs between here and the law firm. With every movement, I am receiving an unrelenting, erotic massage.
I step through the giant, wooden doors to the law firm and decide to make a stop in the bathroom. Half walking, half running. It doesn’t matter. Every step rubs a pearl against my clit and teases my core. Inside the bathroom, I crumble to my knees while biting my tongue to keep from screaming. I don’t know who invented these pearl panties, and I’m not sure if I want to yell at him or thank him.
With yet another orgasm cleared, I stand up and clean myself off. I’ve never been so aware of my own scent before. The pearls keep working my clit. But my pussy is aching for more.
So much more.
I close my eyes and splash water on my face. But instead of clearing my head, I just see Jason gliding his hands all over my skin. Caressing me with his hot, moist tongue. I long for his thick manhood plunging deep inside me.
More cool water.
I debate taking the pearls off. It’ll be easy, just untie the bow and let them fall. Jason would never know. He had his fun. And I can always hook the pearls back up at the end of the day.
But Jason knows me too well. He knows I can’t lie. And he knows I would never cheat. That’s why he chose this.
I growl at the thought of him sitting at home laughing about the torture I’m in. How can he do this to me? The thought of the judgmental looks everyone else in the office will surely send my way. What do I do when they finally notice? Or what if I fall into another orgasm when delivering paperwork to Kim?
“Pull yourself together, Maia,” I tell my reflection in the mirror. “Just make it to your office, and then figure this out.”
The walk down the hall feels like torture as the pearls massage and graze against my clit. Bringing me closer and closer to sweet release only to remind myself how much I want to feel something more. More pressure. More penetration. More connection.
“Are you okay, Maia? You’re all sweaty and flushed.” Bobbi asks. Of all the people to have to run into in the hall on the way to my office, did it have to be the office gossip?
“I’m fine. I’m just not quite myself today, is all.” I lie. My heart is racing in my chest. Thundering in my ears. My clit is throbbing with every pulse. And every muscle in my pussy is flexing, in the hopes I will soon find a way to relieve the pressure building up.
Four more trips to the bathroom, seven orgasms, and countless daydreams pass, and somehow I make it through the day. Now I’m sitting in my car at a red light. I can see our apartment sitting off on the corner. And I’m hoping Jason's ready for me.
This better not be one of those deals where I come home, and you decide to tell me to wait.
Finally. Green light. Almost home.
The heat of another orgasm builds up as I storm into the house. And there stands Jason with the biggest smile on his face I’ve ever seen. I press my lips against him before he can protest. There is no way I am going to let him tell me to wait. Not after the day I’ve had.
His moans light me up. I rip my clothes off and toss them on the floor. Not caring that the front door is still open. Not caring that anyone driving by can see. Let them see. Jason’s clothes came off next. I grab his manhood and pump intimately. My tongue still plunging into his hot mouth and his tongue reciprocating.
I press the end of his cock against my opening and grind. My juices get him slick in no time.
“Does this mean you’re ready?” he mumbles.
My answer is something more of a groan. Jason leads me over to the sofa. He runs his fingers over my opening and back toward my bottom. Smearing my juices along the way. I roll over onto my knees, leaning against the sofa cushions as he sinks his fingers into my pussy.
My hips grind against his fingers as if they have a mind of their own. Then like some cruel joke, Jason pulls his fingers back out and grins. My groans morph into a whine and I bury my face against the cushion.
He’s holding onto my hips. Admiring my backside. Then he rubs the end of his cock against my opening slowly. Coating every inch in my juices. Then he presses his tip against my ass. I hold my breath against the new sensation. But I dare not protest for fear he stops before returning his attention to my swollen pussy.
Then the groans come up from behind. His cock presses tenderly into my anus. Jason takes his time. Slowly letting this new experience sink in. He reaches around and rubs my clit with his fingers. Forcing me to rock my hips, which edges his cock in further.
After a few slow pumps, my ass is warmed up enough to his cock so Jason can start pumping. His manhood sinks into my ass using long, slow strokes.
Then Jason brings out another surprise. A vibrator.
He reaches around and plunges the vibrator deep into my pussy. At last--I’m full. My hips rock and grind against him outside of my control. I reach down and grab the vibrator. In and out, the vibrator pumps into my core while his cock works my ass.
Jason stiffens and grunts as he thrusts into me from behind. I return by jamming the vibrator deep into my core. Every muscle flexes and clamps down on his cock. His cum squeezes free and drips down my ass and leg while I continue to grind against the vibrator.
Then my orgasm takes over. My fingers tingle and curl and my knees go numb.
I drop to the floor out of breath as he slips out of me. “Wash up,” he says. “I got 13 hours to go and we’re just getting started.”