Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

I woke up to tap on my door and a soft whisper. Julie had come back, what time is it? My phone read 6:00AM, I'd only slept for 4 hours. There were 7 notifications from the app. 4 text messages, Julie, Billy, Tory. Texts first, maybe Tory had more advice for me.

'Make it home, okay? Julie called asking about you.' - Billy

'My challenge changed, I only have until noon, double points. Open up.' - Julie

[A screenshot of the app. Group titled: Sir, Ma'am, Whip. Only one message visible.] - Tory.

[20 points for getting a willing punishment from Cane. - Ma'am]

'Thanks Tyler.' - Tory.

Was that all it was? Just a way for her to get more points? No, the advice made sense. She cares; at least a little. Julie was going to get me in trouble, bringing Billy into this too? I checked the app.

Everyone

'5 Points to Bass for the first threesome of the season.' - Ma'am

[A picture of Stephanie between two guys. Their identity not obvious.] - Ma'am

'New Public Bounty: 69 in room 169: 5 Points each.' - Sir

Sir-Ma'aM-Cane

'New Challenge: Make Sapphire apologize for stealing Whip's Initiation. No Real Names in Video. 10 Points and a King Size bed delivered to your room.' - Ma'am

My phone rang before I could even process, let alone come up with a plan. It was Julie. I let it go to voicemail. 10 points, a king-sized bed. I wanted that more than the points. Stephanie got 5 points for a threesome, why didn't she invite me? Do you have to share the points? Another call, Julie again. Fuck it. I answered, trying to sound as sleepy as possible.

"Hello? What time is it?"

"Early. I'm sorry, I have to complete the challenge by noon, I work at 10. Can you open the door?"

"Give me a minute." I hung up. Trying to come up with a plan to flip this on her, she said I can't have allegiance to anyone but myself. She would understand... or not.

I urged myself out of bed, my eyes itchy, throat dry. I planned to send her away, give me time to think. Then I opened the door, she stood there in red booty shorts that didn't cover hardly anything, a crop top that revealed what little underboob she had. A steaming cup of coffee in her hands, and a smile so soft it could talk down a terrorist.

"Come on in Julie." I turned and walked back to my little bed. Now what. How could I say no to that?

"What's on your back?" I forgot all about it. I could feel her mind putting together the pieces. "Wait, does Tory actually whip people?"

I drank the coffee she gave me, sat on the edge of the bed and smelt her perfume as she joined me. She was trying to seduce me, revealing outfit, coffee, perfume at 6am? Maybe I had the upper hand.

"Yeah... your little stunt got me in trouble." I tried to force out a tear, but I wasn't a good enough actor. I still looked sad, maybe a fake sad. "Can you make it up to me?"

"Anything."

"I want to record it this time, on my phone. I can send you the video, let you send it in."

"That's it?"

"I want to." I faked a cough, "Finish inside?"

"I'm on the pill. You can cum inside me as many times as you'd like." She pulled the coffee cup out of my hands, setting it on the floor as she straddled me and pulled off her top. The familiar cherry was on her lips again, a fresh coat. We kissed slowly, breaking apart as I softened my eyes.

"Can we go slow, let me lead?"

"Anything you want baby... Thank you for helping me."

I pushed her on the bed; the booty shorts almost fell off her. There wasn't anything underneath, a welcome invitation for my tongue. I licked up her thigh, parting her lips carefully. She needed to cum at least once, maybe twice before I could flip the switch.

I moved quickly, rushing towards her first orgasm. Flick of my tongue, curl of my fingers. It was easy, she was dripping, moaning, begging me to cum. I gave it to her, quick and easy. She moaned my name, begged for my cock, begged to record her taking it.

"Tell me how much you need it." I growled; the first time I let my true intentions show. She didn't notice; she pleaded for more.

"I need it, I want it... I don't even care about the challenge... I just want you..."

I slid inside of her, holding her thighs tight in my hands. She was flat on her back, ankles on my shoulders, petite breasts jiggling like two sunny side up eggs in a pan. My hand moved down to her throat, a gentle grasp that moved to her cheek. I rubbed it, playfully slapped it, saw the fire in her eyes, the gap in her mouth getting wider with every slap of skin. I reached for my phone, held it up with my free hand, hovering over the record button.

"Do you have a safe word?"

"Why? What are you going to do to me?" She tried to hide her smile, but it was there, a half second giving me more confidence. It was broken up by a whimper, a soft twitch on her face.

"That would ruin the surprise. Can we start?"

She grew quiet for a moment, her eyes studying every inch of my smile that kept growing wider. Her lips mirrored mine, shaking her head. Confirming.

"Yes Tyler. Record me..." She bit her lip, the final domino about to fall. "It's clarinet."

"Good." I couldn't contain a chuckle. It became contagious, her letting one out as well. We actually stopped for a moment, trying to recompose ourselves. I suddenly doubted my plan, she was fun, and I was about to ruin it. Again. Ruin another fun relationship for someone other than myself. Jesus.

"What. I played as a kid." Her shoulders made the cutest shrug, her smile letting loose a little more.

I let my breathing calm, my face harden. Then forced her face to crumble, replacing light laughter with rough grunts. I didn't slow down; I needed her to be hungry. Wanting nothing else in the world but to reach a state of bliss; just from my cock.

Time blurred; our eyes never disconnected. Her face was becoming hard to focus on, our bodies aggressively moving, trying to keep the same rhythm. It happened accidentally, my thrust down meeting her thrust up. Our hips connected like a high five. Both of our eyes shot down, then back up, and a wicked smile spread amongst us. We knew. We did it again, harder faster, perfect timing for each stroke.

"I'm so close. I'm so fucking close. Don't stop. Give it to me. Give it... What. Hey. What?"

I pulled out, my glistening shaft resting all the way up to her belly button. I don't know how it fits inside of her so easily. I just waited, silently, watching her writhe. "Please?"

"I need something from you." I didn't recognize the voice coming out of me. "I need you to say sorry to Whip. Sorry for taking her initiation."

"No. What? Where's this coming from? It's not my fault that she didn't do it in time. Just fuck me. Let's finish this." Her voice was high, airy, heavy breathing after each punctuation.

I slapped her face. Playfully, gently. Her eyes strained, disbelief. A shake of her head in confusion.

I slammed inside of her. Once. Twice. Forcefully. Then I pulled back out. Her lips trembled in pleasure for half a second, the confusion returning quickly. Another slap, harder. "Don't make me ask again."

"No." I could hear desperation in her voice.

SLAP. It was harder than I intended, something else taking control of me. She didn't tell me to stop, she didn't say her safe word, she stared. "The next words out of your mouth better be an apology to Whip. Or I will carry your tiny ass back to your room and never let you have this dick again." All the marbles were on the table. My pulse was starting to speed, to race. She nodded, I hit record.

"I'm sorry Whip."

Every doubt left my body in a deep breath that turned into a growl; her face melting into a puddle of compliance. "For what."

"I'm sorry for stealing your initiation. I'm sorry Whip."

I pushed all the way back inside of her, a whimper escaping her lips as I could see her eyes pleading me. To take it back, to fuck her more, I didn't even know. I did know I wanted something; I wanted to make her scream while I filled her with my cum. It was time.

I slammed down repeatedly, harder each time. Her eyes a messy blob of pleasure. Each groan making me throb, each tightening clench around my dick making me go again. I felt the sweat dropping off my face, a splash on the phone, and a splash on her.

Her scream was feral, it was loud, everyone in the house had to have heard it. I kept going, somehow not close to mine. My muscles ached, my abs strained, but my hips wouldn't stop. Relief showed in the gasps of air her mouth was trying to take, but nothing was going down.

"Again. Cane. Again. How. Fuck. Really. Fuck." She lost it, her body trying to escape me, her pussy clamped down so tight I wondered if I could even pull out. It didn't matter, I came, so fucking hard. I slapped her face, not even on purpose, just again. It felt right; it felt like I needed to. We shook together, our hands finding their way to each other. Squeezing, I thought she might break it.

My phone fell to the side; I'd stopped recording. My lungs burned while trying to gasp for air. I got tunnel vision, black blurring around the edges. I thought I might pass out or pop a vessel.

Julie wasn't moving, staring at the ceiling. She sat up in a hurry, trying to gather her clothes. I grabbed her wrist and stopped her, expecting a despising look, a hateful expression. It was tender, soft, like I'd just courted her.

"Don't go Julie, wait. Can we... talk?"

She didn't answer, just sat down.

"We can both score from this. I have a plan. Did your challenge say anything about not apologizing?"

She shook her head, then rested in on my chest. A big sigh came from her, exhaustion and relief in one sound. "How?"

"I will send in the video to the chat with both of us. Say we have completed our challenges. Win win." I saw the doubt on her eyes as she looked down. "We can still be partners."

I saw the mark on her cheek, the lightest shade of red. I rubbed my thumb along it, our eyes meeting for a moment. She tapped my leg, put her clothes back on, and walked towards the door. One look back, a slight smirk with a touch of sincerity. "Deal."

Sir-Ma'aM-Sapphire-Cane

[Video of Julie apologizing] - Tyler

'Sapphire and I have both completed our challenge.' - Tyler

I looked around the empty room, trying to think of where I wanted my new bed. Was it really worth it? Breaking Julie, potentially damaging our relationship for made up points and a bigger bed? We could break it in together... Tory might let me. I shook my head, stumbled to the cold bathroom tile, and started my shower. It would be a long workday.