Acting Out a Fantasy

We all have our sexual fantasies. We may not seek out a place like Paolo’s Playhouse to act them out, but we may close our eyes and imagine… In Playing for Real, Paolo arranges for Julianne to experience one of her fantasies for real.

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Paolo dropped a kiss onto one of her bare shoulders. His lips brushed her ear. “Do you trust me, Julianne?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That makes me very happy.” He ran his hands along her arms, stretching them out over her head and crossing her wrists. He quickly tied off the ropes and she rested her head, that familiar calm already starting to flow over her.

Paolo moved to the end of the bed and positioned her so that her legs were wide spread, her knees on the edge of the mattress. Her feet hung off the end. So did her ass. He started stroking her bottom and she braced herself for another spanking.

Instead, she should have braced for his words.

“I have invited another man here tonight. He will be here soon.”

She thought she must have heard him wrong. “What?” She struggled to move, but he held her hips and she could only raise her head to look at him, but of course with the blindfold on it was useless.

“You heard me.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs and she quivered. “A stranger will be fucking you tonight.”

“But…but you said no other men.” That had been a hard limit for both of them. Fidelity.

He took his hands off her ass, rounded the bed and leaned over until she felt his breath on her cheek. He stroked her hair, guiding her head back to the mattress to lie between her outstretched arms. “This is different. This is not cheating. I have invited him here.”

“No,” she croaked, her heart beating a rapid tattoo.

“Yes,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his thumb brushing the curve of her breast. “He will be here in a few minutes.”

“But…but…”

“You gave your consent, remember? For me to do whatever I want.” He tweaked her nipple. “And I want to watch you being fucked by another man.”

“No!” She swallowed. “No, you can’t do that.” But as her heart thudded, her body trembled and her sex tingled.

“I can,” he said, his voice low and dark. “Unless you want to use your safe word?”

She gasped. Was this a fantasy or real? This was role playing, right? He’d be playing the role of a stranger, wouldn’t he? Surely he wasn’t really bringing in another man. A chill ran over her skin. But wasn’t that one of the things that brought her here to the Playhouse to begin with? Sex with a stranger? He knew that was one of her fantasies. He’d played it out with her the first time.

“But…but…” She couldn’t think. Couldn’t find the words.

“You know why, don’t you?” He nibbled on her ear while he waited for her to make her decision. “You know why I am letting another man put his hands on you.” He pressed his hand on her back, dragged it down her body until his palm rested between her legs. “I know you have stranger fantasies. You have dreamed of being possessed by a stranger. Have you not?”

She swallowed. Nodded. Still couldn’t say a word.

“But that is not why I have arranged this,” he whispered. He gripped her sex. “It is because this is my body to do with however I want. Yes?”

She nodded again, whimpered. Her pussy clenched beneath his hand.

He slid a finger, maybe two inside, slipping easily into her wet core. “This body is mine to lend to anyone I want to. It is mine to give away if I so desire.”

Julianne moaned. The thought that he would share her with another man shouldn’t have her sex gushing. Still, she didn’t really believe he would do it.

“We do not have much time, Julianne.” He pressed the tip of his finger against her G-spot and she shuddered. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

She closed her eyes beneath the blindfold. He’d asked her to trust him and she did. She shook her head.

“Good. He would have been so disappointed.” Paolo dropped a kiss to her lips, then got off the bed. “He has seen you often. He thinks you are beautiful. He has wanted to touch your soft skin for weeks.”

Julianne shivered. She didn’t know what to think. What to believe.

“Maybe you have seen him before. Maybe you will see him again after tonight. In a store. A restaurant. Walking down the street. Maybe he will hire you to decorate his home or his business. You will never know who he is. But he will know. He will know what your naked body looks like. He will know what it feels like to bury himself deep in your tight heat.”

She groaned, shifted a little on the mattress. Her legs were already tired from holding their position.

“Do not worry. I will not leave you alone with him. Remember, I want to watch. I will even tell him what to do to you.”

Playing for Real is book #5 in the Paolo’s Playhouse series, but can be read as a standalone. It’s available now!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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