6 comments/ 22098 views/ 6 favorites The Chair Game By: SylviaG I was stood in the doorway as my husband greeted his daughter with a warm hug. My mouth was nearly on the floor, my hands started to shake, and my heart rate had increased way beyond normal. "Dad, Kay, this is Rob," Samantha announced. She gave him a beaming smile and squeezed his hand. Her new boyfriend Rob, was my ex lover Robert! She had gone on about Rob for the last month. It was Rob this and Rob that, all the bloody time. I watched Rob, as my husband shook his hand. They smiled at each other, and then Rob turned to me. "Well hello, Kay," he said, as he reached out a hand. I could barely look at that grin. I shook hands with him. Just feeling his hand was enough to have me gulping. Those hands that did so much to me, and now I guess they were doing the same to my stepdaughter! I was just glad to get in the kitchen away from them. My palms were sweaty and my heart was still racing. I told myself to keep calm. But my head was full of worry and dread. My husband and I had a trial separation two years ago. It was Mark's idea, because things between us were strained. I went out with a couple of friends and bumped into Robert as I knew him then. I thought my marriage was on the rocks so I was drinking quite a bit. My friends egged me on to let myself go, and before I knew it I was smooching on the dance floor with Robert. He walked me home, back to this very house! He pecked me on the cheek and left his number in my bag without me knowing it. Yes I phoned him, and I met him. I went back to his flat and that was where things kicked off. Even after the sex I told him that was it. He was so bloody confident he just smirked and said you'll be back, and I was. "Kay, are you okay?" I turned to my husband. "You were miles away. I asked what you wanted to drink." I pushed the kitchen door closed. My husband gave me an enquiring look. "What do you think of him?" I asked in a whisper. "He seems fine, a little older than Samantha I guess." I nodded. "Good, we'll have dinner, and then later you can phone her and tell her she should dump him." "Jesus, Kay, we've only just met him, give him a chance. God I'm surprised at you." "He's a control freak. I, I mean, he looks the sort. All smiles and agreeing with everything you say." Mark chuckled and shook his head again, "I'll admit he is a little different from her usual choice of boyfriend, but bloody hell, give him a chance. Now is dinner ready?" Why couldn't he see, why didn't he trust me on this? I sat through dinner barely speaking a word. I just watched my husband being drawn into Robert like a willing fish jumping on the bloody hook! Samantha only had eyes for her new boyfriend. She was really into him, just like I had been. She was only 19 and very impressionable. Rob, as she called him, reeled them both in, he even laughed at the jokes my husband told. They were old jokes and well used. I remembered telling Robert that my husband was useless at telling jokes. We laughed about it, and now here I was cringing every time Robert chuckled at Mark's jokes. I took the plates to the kitchen and jumped as Samantha slid the other plates in the water. "So, what's wrong with him then?" she hissed in my ear. I closed my eyes and thought here we go again, another stepmother/stepdaughter argument. "Dad likes him, so why don't you?" I took a deep breath, but she started on me before I could say anything. "You fucking bitch. I don't know why dad came back to you," she hissed in my ear again. I spun round wanting to yell at her. I controlled myself just in time. "Look, he is a little too old for you. I'm sure he knows things, I mean, can't you see he is just using you because you are young and pretty?" "How do you know I'm not using him?" she whispered. "Because you are not clever enough," I spat back, a little too quickly. She just stared at me for a few seconds. Her eyes searched mine, like she was trying to eat into the thoughts in my brain. She spun round and her blonde ponytail hit my face. I watched it swing and sway defiantly back to the dinning room. Almost like it were two fingers sticking up at me. Dessert was quickly followed by coffee. Both Mark and Samantha looked a little shocked at me, as I returned with the coffee in record time. I knew Mark would be asking me with his eyes what the hell I was up to, so I didn't look at him on purpose. 10 minutes later I sat there wanting to scream as Mark suggested more booze. I went and got the last bottle of wine and sat there feeling the minutes tick by like hours. Now and then Robert would give me a little look that had me squirming in my seat. He was good at that, just the odd glance with his eyes that had me gulping with embarrassment. "Dad, um, I've got something to tell you," Samantha said as she gripped Robert's hand on the table. I held my breath and tried not to imagine the worst. "Well, Rob has asked me to move in with him, until I go back to college next month." I raised my wine glass wanting to throw the contents it down my neck. "Well, what does your mum think about that?" Mark asked. God I wanted to scream at my husband. "She is okay with it, but she said I should ask you, well dad?" "Well you've only known each other for a month or two," Mark mumbled. The wine glass I was holding was now hiding a smirk that I briefly let Robert see. Swivel on that you bastard I thought. "Well, I guess it is okay," Mark said with a grin. I nearly dropped the wine glass as Robert grinned at me. "Now, I guess we should get some more booze," Mark said, as he stood up grinning from ear to ear. I watched a rather drunk husband get his car keys. "I'll go you've had too much to drink," I snapped. "Oh can I drive, I passed my test two months ago, and I haven't had anything much to drink." I sat there as father and daughter headed off to the car laughing and joking with each other. I couldn't look at Robert, and he knew it to, he always knew everything. I went into the kitchen and started washing up. I was panting and breathless. But I stopped in my tracks as I heard the swing door open, and then swish shut. "You come near me and I swear I'll scream the house down." I spun round and watched as he leant back against the wall. He crossed one leg in front of the other and looked down at his shoes for a moment, with a little amused grin on his face. "You won't get me back, I told you we were finished, and I meant it." He raised his head up and looked at me. His eyes looked at my breasts as they rose and fell deeply and quickly. "Is your chest flushed under that blouse, like it did when we played our little games, when you got all angry?" I took a deep breath, this time he wouldn't beat me, like he had done all those times before. "We are finished. You can't just turn up here and ruin everything." "Is that what you think I'm doing? Do you think I am going out with Sammy to get at you?" My lips parted slowly, as doubt filled my head confusing everything. While I was trying to fathom it out he had moved closer. I backed away a little. "Stay there," I snapped. He nodded with that little amused grin still on his face. "I wonder what Sammy and hubby would think if they knew, about you, and about us?" I opened my mouth in shock, but before I could say anything he started talking again. "You know, it isn't always about you Kay. I like Sam, she loves the games, she is willing, but you were too. Don't worry, we probably won't last long together." I took a deep breath again. It always took all my determination to face up to Robert. "I want you to dump her, tomorrow." I backed up another step as he moved forward. He chuckled and held up his hands. "Don't worry, I won't come any closer. Look Kay, it is only you that is getting all stressed about this. We can keep this a secret. I bet deep down that appeals to you." "Just, go and sit down, stay away from me," I snapped. He moved forward and I stepped back against the sink. His dark chocolate eyes glanced over my lips, my trembling lips. "I'm warning you, I'll scream," I panted. A grin ran across his lips, "you always were a screamer Kay. Just so you know, I didn't realise it was you up until a week ago. And like I said, Sammy plays the games, I'm not interested in you," he stood watching my reaction, and then he picked up the tea towel, "so, do you want me to dry up?" I started washing up in silence. The kitchen clock echoed round my head. Now and then our hands touched as I put the plate in the rack, it amused him, and made me tremble. "Like I said, I don't think it will last. When she gets back to college she'll have all those hot guys chasing her. So, I reckon we just ride it out. You could tell your husband about us of course, but what would he say if you visited me for the last time, the day after you got back together?" "Are you trying to blackmail me?" "Like I said, Sammy is good at the games, like Marcy and Linda. But I must admit I have a soft spot for you. You always had that terrified chicken look, despite your past, but you loved it. You just needed me telling you....and because of your past, well, it does surprise me that you are so fucking scared. "Well, I'm not like that now, besides your games were silly, and childish." "Is that why you came so hard? Oh it sounds like hubby is back. So, does he understand you now?" I cringed and closed my eyes, all those things I had told Robert about my marriage and my husband came flooding back. I was cruel about Mark, but he was the one who wanted the trial separation. "Does he still come too quickly Kay, does he still finish even before you get started?" "That's none of your bloody business." "No, it never was, but you told me, and I never had to ask." I smiled at them as they came in, a forced smile, but at least it was a smile. Sammy handed me the bottles, and that was when I noticed the mark on her wrist, the same sort of marks that I had for a few days, the rope burn from the chair game. I grabbed her hand a pushed her sleeve up. She yanked her hand back. Mark had already gone to the kitchen to open a bottle. Robert smiled at Sammy and she winked at me. "Its just a little game we play, a little bit of fun, surely you used to have fun?" she whispered with a grin. I couldn't stand it any longer. I went out into the hall just to try and compose myself. When I went back in 5 minutes later Sammy was sat next to Robert on the couch, with her arm locked through his. All the time I had visions of her tied to the chair, and getting what I got before. Mark was well into getting drunk now, and his old jokes just got worse. Robert was grinning and laughing, but from time to time he glanced at me. That bloody grin was burning into my head. He knew I was beyond embarrassed. I got up and went to the kitchen. A few seconds later the swing door opened and closed. I watched a hand place an empty glass on the draining board. "Be at the cafe on Thursday at 10, one last game, Kay. Oh and dig those red heels out." I spun round and hissed angrily, "I threw them away." Yep, not bugger off, or you're out of your mind, or who the hell do you think you are? "No you haven't, I bet they are hidden in the wardrobe, collecting dust. You know how good you look in heels, and I'm sure they got a lot of men excited, listening to those shoes click on the pavement." Thursday morning came, and there I was sat in the café drinking my second coffee at 10.20. My red high heels with the open toe were attracting a lot of attention. Especially from a guy in his 60's I guess. He sat there eating and occasionally glancing at my shoes. Not a fucking chance, you leering Asshole, I thought to myself. The bell on the spring sounded as someone opened the door, two men in fact, about Robert's age. One of them had noticed my shoes. He walked up to me and looked down. "You must be Kay. Robert said you are to go to the flat." 10 minutes later I was standing there having pressed the doorbell for the second time. My little well rehearsed speech evaporated in my head, as Robert stood there in just his jeans, with his hair dripping wet. "Well this is a surprise, come in." I stood inside his front door. Again I told him that I hadn't come for the sex. But again I became tongue tied. My eyes couldn't stop staring at the chair up on the coffee table. Why on the coffee table?! "I'm not here for what you think. I'm here to tell you, to tell, you......." My eyes were drawn to the chair again, putting me off. He moved forward and I got a whiff of his aftershave, the same aftershave that I had bought him! "You, you must stop seeing her, it, it....isn't fair." All my intentions had disappeared down the drain. I was going to kid him on. I was going to demand he leaves Sammy alone. That is when it clicked in my head. The bastard must have guessed. That was why he left me waiting at the café, and then he sent his messenger round, knowing I'd be bloody fuming and go round to his flat. But that still didn't explain why the chair had been put up on the coffee table, with the ropes, dangling there, just waiting to be tied round wrists, and ankles. "So, one last game, the chair game, you know I never repeat games, not without a new twist," he whispered I knew what I should have done. But Robert had this hold over me, even now! I thought I had broken his spell long ago, even though I still had flashbacks and fantasies about what we used to do. My coat had already been removed and I didn't even feel it! All I could see, all I could think about was the chair. Even when he walked me towards it I couldn't fight. My fingers traced gently over the wooden arms. I touched the end of the arms, where the little marks from finger nails, mine and others before and after had dug in. "Why, is it up there?" I mumbled. He held my hand without answering, and before I knew what had happened I was stood up on the coffee table. "I, I don't want this, Robert?" He kissed my knees, one and then the other. I could feel his hands sliding up the backs of my legs and under my skirt. "Well you must have been serious. No stockings Kay, tights." I gasped and struggled as he dragged my honey coloured tights and black panties down to my knees, "Don't, please don't, this isn't fair." I was standing there on shaking legs, as he pushed the hem of my knee length dress up. I stood there quaking, but my resistance wasn't physical in the slightest, it just ran round my brain taunting me. His lips gently pulled at my pussy lips. His tongue moved slowly in between them. Why couldn't I fight him, why couldn't I be strong, like I knew I should be, like I had intended? "Wait there, and don't sit down." he went to his bedroom leaving me trembling. When he returned he handed me a pink object about 7 inches long with ridges and bumps over it, "put it in...........NOW!" he snapped making me jump. My head was still telling me no, but I gasped a little and winced as I pushed it in a little. It was different than the last one he used on me, fatter, and he hadn't turned it on. He huffed at the way I was doing things so slowly. Robert placed his fingers over mine, and then he pushed up. "Jesus!" I gasped, as the whole thing went right in my pussy. "Sit," he commanded. I did, gingerly. He pulled my button through dress right open, so it draped over the back of the chair, leaving me totally exposed. I could feel the hard lump of plastic forced right up inside of me, and I knew I was shaking from head to foot. He sat on the couch directly in front of me. For a few moments he just stared between my legs, as I sat there blushing. I looked down unable to keep eye contact with him. "Look at me Kay....look at me." I sat there shaking my head, but I finally looked up. He produced a little box the size of cigarette packet, and he touched the front of the box, and the thing in my pussy started to vibrate. I squirmed and gripped the arm rests of the hard wooden chair. I as I felt the vibrator working around in me. He switched it off and then showed me the front of the box. "This is on off, and this is the speed control." I watched him flick the small switch and I jumped and gripped the chair even harder. He showed me the front of the box again, and I watched him turn the speed knob to number two. I sat there stunned, feeling it getting faster. My legs were already quaking and I went to put my hand between my legs. Robert stood up and grabbed my wrist and held them. "Do I have to tie you to the chair?" he snapped. I shook my head vigorously, "N........N......No, just don't turn it up again....please don't." Suddenly it stopped its movement, and Robert sat back on the couch right in front of me. He grinned at my face, and then between my legs. "My friend will be here in about 20 minutes........he'll love this." "What friend........who, who is coming?" I asked in panic. He grinned at me and pushed the button again. It jumped into life again and faster than it was before, "SHIT!" I gasped, as my heels slid across the tiles on the coffee table, and my fingers gripped the wooden chair arms harder, "Fuck Robert, that, that's too, fast." "It is only on number 3 Kay," he said in an amused tone, "Now, my friend is a little shy so, I'm going to blindfold you for when he gets here." "No you're fucking not," I shrieked, trying to ignore the orgasm that was creeping up on me. How the hell did I manage to let this happen? I was going to tease him, to make him think I wanted to play one last game, and then I was going to slap him down...but look at me now! He showed me the controller and I watch him turn the level up to 4. My thighs start to quake and my fingernails dug into the chair arms even further. The vibrator was going faster, and I couldn't stop having an orgasm, as Robert sat on the couch flicking through a television magazine like I wasn't even there! "Please, switch it off....Robert please....turn it off!" The bastard just ignored me, as my metal heels skidded across the coffee table, and my back arched, as I panted and gasped. "Oh dear, nothing much on the telly.............ah, where were we.........oh yes, now I guess you don't understand the rules of my little game. I'm going to blindfold you, and if you don't let me then I can bump it up to full power..........a bit like those old Frankenstein moves, you know the sort of thing, get the monster to come to life with a sudden burst of power, or in this case, the fucking slut!" All that time my juices were running all over the chair. I could feel it trickle between my legs, and soaking into the backs of my thighs. Then he switched the vibrator off. It just died instantly, but my grip on the arms, my trembling, and my panting didn't stop. "Now, like I said, I'm going to blindfold you, and you will not object, will you?" I shook my head. "You...you can blindfold me, but.....please don't turn it up anymore," I panted. Robert got off the couch and showed me the controller. It is turned off, but he has set the dial to 6, the top speed, "Do you want to know who is coming Kay?" he asked as his finger hovered teasingly over the on/off switch." "No, I don't care.... It doesn't matter....any...anyone can come and......watch." He smiled at me and moved his finger away from the switch, "And I guess, you will let me tie your wrists to the chair, won't you?" My eyes opened wide as his teasing finger neared the switch. "God yes, tie my wrists," I squealed, fearing what would happen if it was switched on at full speed. He lifted the controller to his chin and tapped it against it, like he was contemplating something, "And those big erect nipples of yours, how would you like a couple of clothes pegs to take you to an even higher level of arousal?" The Chair Game My eyes opened wider and I wanted to shake my head, but inside my brain was telling me how much fun this was going to be, and how the humiliation afterwards when I thought about it, would give my pussy thrills as I played with myself. I just watched him watching me, hoping he would be merciful. But then I didn't want him to be. I wanted him to use me like he used to! Okay I had an orgasm that I have never had the likes lately, and maybe that was ruling my head, but it still frightened me. I have had orgasms that have gone on, but nothing so intense and so draining as the last one, and that's what was freaking me out. Robert bound my wrists to the arms of the chair with two lengths of rope, but not very tight so I could move them a little. He looked down between my legs at the chair seat. He switched the vibrator on, "Don't look so scared I've only got it on number 2." My ass squirmed about a little, due to the lump of plastic doing its thing deep in my dripping pussy. I watched him attach a peg to my left nipple, and then one to my right. He twisted them slightly making me whimper. He never did this before, and he never let anyone else in on the chair game. The doorbell made me jump and Robert called out he would be there in a minute. "So who do you think it is Kay? It could be a stranger, or maybe it is one of all the men you know, and let's face it, you've had quite a few in your time, would I be that cruel? Oh, how about Simon, you fancied him rotten didn't you?" Oh god, please don't let it be Simon, not my brother! "You see Kay you shouldn't have told me all those things. You shouldn't have told me you fucked with him." "But, but that was when, I mean when, Mark and I split up. He took advantage of me I was low, and lonely." "What about young Dean, Sammy's old boyfriend? Sam had told me lots of things about him. She even said he got on well with you, which really pissed her off, seeing her stepmother and her boyfriend so friendly. When you and he got snowed in, in that hotel, did you really have to share a room? Kay, did you really have to fuck Sam's 18 year old boyfriend?" The vibrator kicked into life again, as I remembered telling Robert about Dean. Dean was always telling me how nice I looked. Okay I used to have fantasies about him, I never thought they would turn into anything more. We were on our way to the airport. Sam was going to France to see her real mother. We were all travelling up to the airport together, just to see Samantha off. Mark suggested Dean and I stay at a hotel because the snow had become worse. He said he'd drop his daughter off and then pick us up on the way back. He phoned me from the airport to tell me the plane was delayed, and he and Sam had booked into one of the airport hotels. Dean and I had a meal and a few drinks, and the next thing I knew was I was dragging him to bed! Dean seemed shocked at way I sucked his cock, and as he fucked me I pushed a finger in his ass, and he just exploded in me. What brought me back down to earth was Dean saying, "Fuck, I never thought you'd be that dirty." "Of course, it could be someone you don't know," I watched as Robert moved towards me with a scarf, "Now just try and relax, it might be a little difficult with you on the verge of another orgasm, but hey, you are a fucking slut, and my guest knows it." "Who's scarf is that?" "Do you really have to ask?" he replied with a grin. So there I was bracing myself as I heard footsteps coming into the room. I was trembling and my legs wouldn't stop shaking, if anything they had increased. I felt a hand on my knee and I flinched and gasped again. The hand moved slowly up my leg, and caressed my thigh and it slowly explored further. It carried on squeezing and touching me, as the vibrator worked away in my pussy. I felt the pegs getting yanked roughly off my nipples, and then the mystery man's lips tugging on my left nipple. "GOD....NO..........PLEASE!" I screamed. "Shut up Kay," Robert snapped from the other side of the room, "here, take the controller, she hasn't been higher than 4 yet, you have the controller, set it where you like. Hey Kay, he is pointing at 6 Kay." "Oh god you can't...........please not that...high!" I could feel it vibrating faster than ever. My whole body had gone rigid and my poor pussy had never felt anything like it before. My orgasm started almost immediately and it was so powerful and so intense, I couldn't speak, all I could manage was a gasping high pitched wail. Whoever the man was, he was now stood back and chuckling dirtily. He must be looking down watching my legs flail, and my mouth wide open in a constant gasping shock. My nails dug into the arm rests and my back arched right off the chair. I was stuck like that until the man with the controller decided he had seen enough, but as long as I kept coming I didn't think he would stop it, and I just couldn't stop myself coming. It was a vicious circle that my mind thought would never end. I felt the guy get up on the table with me. My head was pulled forward and his cock pushed past my lips. I heard the man grunt, and he started fucking my mouth. "That is nearly 3 minutes, and look at the state of my fucking chair. Only you could make that much mess, you fucking whore." Robert's taunting words were meant to embarrass me, and they did. The guy pulled out of my mouth and got off the table. I was squealing and shaking, as the heat from my pussy had spread out on my thighs. I felt drained, physically and emotionally. Now and then I started to beg them to turn it off, but I just couldn't form any words. I could feel my legs being held still, just above my knees. "You won't feel this Kay, well not until we pull your knickers up, anyway, you'll have felt the same thing before loads of time I'll bet." What the fuck was Robert on about! Then I heard the grunts of two excited men. They were close to me, touching my legs and holding them still. I could feel my panties being shifted. The vibrator was finally switched off, and I was left there in the chair for a few minutes. Exhaustion wasn't the word that fits how I felt. The lifeless lump in my pussy had done the job. I was sobbing a little, not crying my eyes out, just sobbing because of the intensity of those last 10 minutes, and I still didn't know who the second man was! My pussy was still tingling and still on fire, as Robert undid my wrists. He pulled me up on very shaky legs. He slowly pulled the vibrator out, while I was still stood on the coffee table, holding onto his shoulders so I didn't crumple in a heap. I felt my panties being dragged carefully up my legs. "Oh you bastard," I whimpered, as I felt the wet cold spunk of the two men being mashed into my pussy. I heard the other man chuckle close by as he reached under my panties and pulled up hard. The sticky mess mashed everywhere, and he rubbed my panties back and forth, making sure the wet mess went into every crease. I felt the unknown guy's harsh lips close around my nipple. I tried to look down, hoping I could see out of the bottom of the blindfold, but I couldn't. Teeth gripped my nipple hard, and a rough hand started rubbing my wet spunk filled panties into my crotch again. "It is time you left us. Kay should be on her way to cook her, husband's dinner," Robert said with an amusement in his voice. I heard the door close, and then Robert started pulling my tights up into place. "Let go of me you bastard," I snapped as I pulled the blindfold from my eyes. He grabbed my arms and with my dress still hanging off my shoulders, he dragged me off the coffee table, and marched me to the door. "God Robert no.......let me clean up." He stopped at the door and spun me round facing him, "You might be crying now, but tonight when you are in bed you'll savour every minute, just like you used to do. So, do you want to know who was here, who it was that turned the controller to full power, and who besides me, filled your knickers with spunk that is now drying to your pussy?" I honestly didn't know if I did or not. I nodded slowly as I looked down to the floor. Robert chuckled a little, "I'm afraid Kay, I'm not going to tell you, I might, one day, but I might never tell you. From now on it could be any man you pass in the street; it could be any man Kay. Only that person and I will know. I'm sure, knowing that person like I do; he'll have a hard job keeping it to himself. So the next time someone stares at you, ask yourself, was it him, or did that person tell him." I wrenched my arm from his hand and stared back at him. I wanted to slap his face, so I did! "I'll allow you that one. Oh, I believe Sam is going to ask you and hubby to dinner next week. Be a good girl and turn up, I don't want to have to let her find the video." I stared at a camera that Robert pointed to sat in the corner of the room. Before I got a chance to respond he threw me out by my arm. I quickly pulled my dress over my body doing up the buttons with frantic fingers. That night I was just too confused by my own actions. What really worried me was the video. When I started seeing Robert he was kind and well, not the sort to do such a thing, or so I thought. Gradually he started playing little games with me. I know I let myself be led, and being honest the whole thing thrilled me beyond words. But now, now he is back in my life, and okay, I got on the chair. My pussy ruled my head, but not anymore. I tried his phone number a few times, but he had obviously changed his mobile. Now I was stuck, now I couldn't get out of going to dinner. But maybe that would be the end of it. Mark took a bottle of wine, and I took Samantha some flowers. I could barely look at Robert he just took Mark round the flat, while I tried to make conversation with his daughter. "Do you think this needs more salt?" she asked. I reached up to the cupboard, opened it, and put my hand straight on salt canister. "My god, how did you know where to find it?" I coughed nervously, "Um, well, I guessed it would be there, up above the cooker I mean." She smiled at me, but I had to turn away. How bloody stupid was that? I knew exactly where it was, because I rearranged his cupboards when I was seeing him! "Kay, Kay come here, come and look at the view." I walked back into the lounge, and out through the double doors, onto the small roof garden. We were 4 floors up, and looking out across London. It was hard to show the excitement that my husband had. After all I've seen it a few times before. Okay it took my breath away the first and second time, but now, well it felt like it was mocking me. "Hey do you remember you told me a while ago, you would love a place with a view like this." "Um, did I?" "Yeah, come on Kay, you said you'd love to look out over London, and see St Paul's, look, there it is." Mark started chucking and telling Robert about my little fantasy, of living in a place like this. "Did she now, well I wonder where she got the idea from?" Robert replied with a grin at me. I could have strangled Robert for saying that. He just stood there with that grin on his face. The grin that I used to find sexy, but not now, now it is bloody infuriating, Mark went back inside and my eyes focused on the dressing gown belt tied to the railings. "Oh dear, we left that there last night." I spun on my heels and scowled at Robert, "You played that game, with, her?!" He took a step forward, "Oh yeah, she wasn't as scared as you. In fact, your stepdaughter has quite an exhibitionist streak in her. Why don't you stay here I'll get you a drink, it'll give you time to compose yourself. Oh, you can relax too. There wasn't a film in the video camera. I didn't want you pretending to have a headache and missing Samantha's cooking. She's trying hard to like you, the least you can do is reciprocate." He walked back in leaving me staring at dressing gown cord. I saw his mobile phone on the table, I switched it on and there I was, tied to the chair, with my legs scraping across the coffee table and the guy backside in full view as he fucked my mouth! I looked back to the dressing gown cord, and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. Robert brought me out here one morning. I was wearing a dressing gown, and we had breakfast over looking London. He walked me to the edge and tied my wrists using the belt from the dressing gown to the rails. He spread my legs and made me bend forward. I felt his cock slide in my pussy. I was so aroused but so bloody scared. The dressing gown was hanging off my body. He fucked me hard, pulling at my exposed breasts. I kept pleading with him to untie me, but at the same time I pushed back against him, wanting more and more. The guy in the flat opposite, about 50 yards away and level with our position opened his curtains. Robert fucked me for nearly a minute before the guy noticed and nearly dropped his coffee. I think that was when I came, really hard, the moment the man saw my naked body being fucked, and my tits being mauled. There I was, unable to move, unable to get free. The man had started grinning at me by then, that was until his wife appeared next to him and saw what he was gawping at. She yanked the curtains closed, but not before she stuck two fingers up at me. I wonder, did the same man see Samantha, and just how many more women and girls has Robert tied to the railings so the man in the block of flats opposite, and others, could watch?! When I got back into the flat they were seated at the table. Robert stood up and pulled a chair out for me, he winked at Samantha, and my stepdaughter suppressed a little giggle. A shudder ran up my spine, as I realised the chair had finger nail marks on the arms! Six days later I was back in Robert's flat. I couldn't ignore the threatening phone calls anymore. "I thought this wasn't about me?" "Well, I'm getting a little sick and tired of her. You see, Sammy while being a nice girl, has nothing to worry about. She's a good fuck and she plays the games, but, I don't have a hold over her. Like I do with you, and the rest of the women I played with." "Is that what turns you on?" "Hell, you should see your face, and yes that's what turns me on. Getting some sad little bored housewife, and seeing how far I can push them." "Did I go further than the rest?" "Sometimes yes, but not all. I've got a few more games to play with you, tougher games, games that will break you.....games with no limits." As I stared into his eyes, for first time I could see just how evil he really was. "These, tougher games, have you played them with Samantha?" "No, like I said she is too eager, although if I pushed her too far, she would just back out, where as you, Marcy, and Linda, and others, all had secrets to keep." "What happened to them, I mean how did it finish with them?" "Linda paid me off. Incidentally, you could always go for that option, just £5000. I'm not a greedy guy. As for Marcy, poor Marcy is still playing the games, like you, she does have a choice, but unlike you, she doesn't have any money." "And what if I refused to carry on playing, and I didn't pay you?" "Well it wouldn't go down too well if poor pathetic Mark, found out his wife was once a prostitute. I bet you want that little gem kept a secret, don't you? Basically Kay, you are fucked." "Why didn't you force me to carry on, when I told you it was over?" "Well, I had to leave the country for a while. Let's just say one of my games went a little wrong, I got caught by an angry husband. But now, well, I guess you belong to me, and anyway you like the games." "That's where you're wrong. I was a fool to come back here the other day." "Yeah well, you'll be coming back. You can't let hubby know that you opened your legs for money." I stood up and walked to the door. I looked back at him, "My husband knows about my past." "That doesn't make any difference. You cheated on him, just think what that news would do." I reached for the door handle, "He knows I cheated on him too, I told him." "So he's kicked you out then?" "Yes, I told him everything. I also found Marcy's number on your phone, and Linda's number too, she confessed everything to her husband." "Does it look like I care?" I pulled open the door and watched his face drop, "What's up Robert, you've gone all quiet. Oh this is Marcy's husband, and this is Linda's husband, and you've met Mark. They would like a word with you, and I think you have some money to find and pay back." I looked into Mark's face and mumbled, "I'm sorry," he nodded, and I walked out of the door, leaving Robert in the hands of three angry men.