The first piece of The Game, a side story that continues from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. Memories can be beautiful things sometimes. To have them come flooding back just by acknowledging the tiny trinket box in her possession was wonderful after the past couple of months. It was nice to genuinely smile again. It was like hearing a song and being transported back to that eighth grade dance with John Critchner holding her tight and grabbing her ass. It seemed so risqué at the time. If she had only known how risqué things would get, and how she would love them that way.
Another smile as Tasha thinks about her husband, then fading as she thinks about how upset he is going to be with her for being late again. It just couldn’t be helped. The company wasn’t doing well, there were a lot of people being let go and getting all their packages together was a long and tedious process. Gerry constantly changing days on her was not helping matters. She knows he doesn’t want to let people go but he really has no choice, he will lose his company if he doesn’t. All she can do is push him and then do everything over again when he doesn’t do what he is supposed to when he is supposed to do it. She is beginning to think it would be better to fly out to Chicago and do the lay-offs herself. That definitely wouldn’t go over well with Victor.
She was surprised he hadn’t said anything yet. It wasn’t like him. He would never put up with her being at the office so much without a reprimand of some sort. She had learned long ago that there were consequences to everything. Maybe he was still being nice because of what happened during their trip. Tasha decided she would talk with him that night, tell him to stop being so overly forgiving, overly considerate, and get back to being his sadist self. She wants him to play with her, to use her, to make her his little whore. She needs him to. She just needs him.
Tasha finally arrives home, two hours late. No lights. He’s not home.
She wonders where he could be at this hour. He is always home for dinner, unless she is meeting him somewhere. Was she supposed to meet him somewhere? Did she forget? She checks her phone. Oh no, where is it? She must have left it in her desk. Damn it, she thought, just what I need. Hmmm, maybe it is just what she needs. Victor will surely have something to say about it when he gets home, and what if she was supposed to meet him, that would anger him even more. Damn it! Where is the goddamn phone? And where is Victor?
She looks around but there is no note, nothing. Into the kitchen, nothing there either. No dinner cooking. No note. No Victor. She may as well put her coat away, go upstairs and draw a bath, she thought. She wants to relax and unwind a bit, if she can, before he returns. It’s been too long a day already and she is sure it won’t be any easier when he gets back from wherever he went. Whether it’s just her being late or the addition of her forgetting something, there is no question he is going to be upset, and rightly so. She knows the rules and deserves whatever punishment he sees fit.
No use dwelling on it now. She will just get all worked up and make things worse, if that’s at all possible. She is prone to such things. If there’s a way to fuck something up she will surely find it. Sometimes it’s the wrong word or a questioning look. She should never question him, his actions, or his motives. Whatever he sees fit is the way it is. She is just his little whore.
She can’t postpone the inevitable by not doing anything now. If she just sits there waiting, the minutes, though passing in exactly the same time they always do, will feel like hours and she will drive herself mad. She opens the closet door to find a stranger behind it. Before it fully registers, he has her pushed up against the wall. Not even a scream escapes her lips. What is he going to do to her? Oh my god, she thinks, what has he done to Victor?
Alone, in a room is as dark as my mood, I wait. Tasha is late again and this is becoming the norm. I think she needs a not so gentle reminder of what time she is supposed to be home. The sweet feel of the leather in my hand, soothing in its softness, will not feel nearly as sweet to her as it lands across her bare flesh. She must pay the price for her inconsiderate tardiness so she will learn, so she will follow and respect the rules.
Headlights flash across the curtain. It’s about time. Just a few more minutes now. Putting the mask on, I lean further back into the darkness and wait.
The keys in the door announce her arrival, two hours late. There is no excuse for this, I am fuming. Tasha will learn what it means to be in MY service. She walks right by me and turns on the hall light, not at all aware of me waiting behind the closet door. I do one last look at my phone and see that the last message never went. Still, things are already in motion and she should have let me know she was going to be late again. I have been too lenient as of late but that is about to change.
I watch from the crack of the door as she walks around looking dejected, thinking I am not here. She takes off her coat and walks to the closet to hang it up. She opens the door and freezes. In that moment I grab her and push her to the wall. So, you’re the one Vic has been talking about, his precious one. Nice to see he has great taste, I will enjoy this. My voice disguised as much as possible.
I savor the look of panic and fear but a moment before I pull the hood over her face. She fights like a wild cat, screaming my name all the while. I realize I have made the illusion complete. Claws and kicks find their mark and threaten to do bodily harm. It takes a bit to immobilize her, the rope is not as easy to use as I was expecting. A willing partner is much easier to bind than an unwilling one.
Finally she is tied, hand and foot, and her body is now much easier to control as I toss her over my shoulder. I carry her around the house, turning this way and that. I make sure she has no idea where we are or what is happening. Her struggles make it a challenge as the rush of what is coming next turns my cock into a raging hard on. That must wait for now. I finally reach my destination and toss Tasha onto the prepared cushions. I just let her lay there for the moment, knowing her mind is racing in a world of confusion.
Note: I would like to give a special thanks to Lord Raven for giving Victor his voice. Stay tuned, we will hear more from him in the coming weeks.