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"Just a Game"



Title: "Just A Game"
Author: Circlesky66
Genre/Pairing: Het, Mike/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex, mild BDSM themes
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. Based on Mike the character in the TV show, NOT the real-life Mike.
Summary: Mike gets a little taste of fem dom

"Shall we go upstairs?" she whispered into his ear.

"Whaddaya mean,
go upstairs?" Mike growled. "Don't get all coy on me, I know you want to fuck, so let's fuck." He grabbed her arm and marched her toward the bedroom, all business.

She giggled nervously, "Not even an attempt to seduce me? I'm making this too easy for you." She was surprised by his curtness, but let him lead her to the bedroom regardless.

"You want hearts and flowers, darlin'? Well, I'm the wrong guy." Mike pushed her roughly onto the bed and slid his hands up her skirt. "You know what I want."

He kissed her hungrily while his calloused hands yanked her panties off and then her shirt, tossing each garment away with impatience. She loved Mike's aggressiveness, the way he dominated her, but it was usually part of a ritual, an unspoken agreement between them: she had her role and he had his. It was a dance, of sorts, with Mike always leading.

This time, however, Mike had hardly made an effort to keep up his end of the bargain, barging in and just taking what he wanted with no finesse, no guile whatsoever. It wasn't fair. It wasn't what she wanted. She would submit to him gladly, but she wouldn't be taken for granted.

She would have to teach him a lesson.

Careful to play it cool, she let him disrobe her entirely as if she were letting him have his way. Once his pants and shirt were gone she straddled him, stroking his throbbing cock through the fabric of his boxers. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Perfect, she thought. I've got him right where I want him.

She pulled off his boxers and slowly trailed her tongue down his throbbing shaft.

Mike groaned, thinking he knew what was coming next. She took hold of his arms and raised them above his head, as if she were trying to make him relax, hoping that the handcuffs they'd made use of during their last encounter were still fastened to the rails of the headboard.

They were.

Quickly, she took hold of Mike's wrists and snapped the handcuffs on.

"Hey! What the--"

She sat back, still straddling him and smiled with satisfaction, admiring her handiwork. Mike looked surprised...and none too pleased.

"Alright, joke's over. Take 'em off."

She leaned forward, looking him square in the eye. "I'm not joking."

"Oh, no...wait a minute, here. This isn't the way it's supposed to work -
you're supposed to be wearing these, not me!" Mike was trying to take on a joking tone, but he looked a little nervous to her. "Since when did you turn dominatrix?"

"Since you decided to act like a caveman and practically drag me to bed by my hair! Since you're breaking the rules, you need to be punished." she informed him, taking on an authoritarian tone. It was easy: she had heard Mike do it often enough.

"Punished, eh? What are you gonna do?" he laughed. Mike was mocking her now. He wasn't taking her one bit seriously and she was determined to make him sorry for it.

"Do you realize who you're dealing with?" she asked him. "I'm the one person who knows your weaknesses and I can use them against you. In fact--" she leaned in closer, almost close enough to kiss him. "I intend to do just that."

Mike smiled sarcastically. "Well, go ahead, little girl...take your best shot. But when I get out of these, you're gonna be sorry."

"Oh, really?" she asked, stroking his cock slowly, "We'll have to see about that, won't we?"

She studied his expression as she stroked harder: he looked like he was trying to
not enjoy what she was doing, but the feel of his hardened member in her hand indicated quite the opposite. She slid her body down the length of his torso, taking his boxers with her. She made sure to sit on his legs so he couldn't kick her off of him and in seconds he was as naked as she. A deliciously evil thought came to her and she picked up her panties off the bed and put them back on. Mike looked quite alarmed.

"Wait -" he protested, "you're not gonna get dressed and
leave me here, are you?!"

"No." she said, "but I'm going to call the shots now...and you don't get in until I say so, you understand? And even then, you're going to have to
beg me, you got that?

Mike shot her an angry look, "That ain't gonna happen."

"We'll see," she said sweetly, and took him in her mouth.

She moved slowly at first, taking her time as she slid her mouth and tongue down the entire length of him, then slowly back up again. She followed with a one quick stroke, deep-throating all of him at once.

He moaned suddenly, surprised by her sudden change in rhythm. Then she repeated the sequence, sliding her mouth down his hardened cock at an achingly slow pace, once...twice...then deep-throating him quickly.

She alternated for what seemed like an eternity, first slow, then fast, always varying her number of slow strokes so he wouldn't know what to expect. Judging my the moans emanating from her helpless lover, he was enjoying himself immensely, even if he didn't like the circumstances. When she thought he might be getting close, she finally stopped.

He's not getting off that easy she thought. Mike groaned deeply with disappointment.

"Not only are you not getting
in until I say so.." she informed him "but you don't come, either."

He groaned again and yanked at the handcuffs in vain. "This is bullshit...you're not playin' fair."

She laughed softly. "You're not used to being in this position, are you? I bet you hate it." She leaned in closer, hovering a few inches from his face, "You can't stand not being in control," She leaned in even closer and whispered in his ear "but I think I like you this way."

"Well, I
do hate it...and I think I like you better over my knee." He replied, with obvious agitation. He was really worked up now, she could tell. Mike was used to having his way and being at her mercy made him downright angry.

And seeing him so angry and frustrated was...well...it was

"Maybe you can put me over your knee later...
if you're a good boy and do what I say." she said soothingly. She stroked his cock in earnest, sitting back and savoring his helplessness.

"I thought you liked me better when I'm not a good boy." He muttered.

"Well, I'm in charge now, so I'll decide how I want you to act." she said, pumping his shaft vigorously. He was rock-hard now, every vein pulsing, throbbing. She could
feel the wanting in him, his longing to be inside her.

"Fuck, that's so good. Oh, Jesus..."

She could hear the desperation in his voice and decided to up the ante even further: she straddled his cock and began to rub it against her crotch. He let out a frustrated moan, feeling the fabric of her panties separating him from the object of his desire. This was sure to push him over the edge.

"You want this, don't you?" she purred.

Mike grunted in the affirmative. He seemed to be quite beyond words now.

"Tell me how much you want it." She commanded.

"So much..." he gasped, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Come on," she urged him, "beg me for it." She could feel her wetness soaking through her panties: she wanted it as badly as he did, but she didn't let on. She was determined to make him beg.

"Please - " His cuffed hands desperately grasped the bedrails, his eyes were tightly shut, his teeth bared in a grimace of pleasurable agony.

what?" she asked forcefully. She ground herself against him harder.

"Please...take these off."

"That's not good enough." She warned, grabbing a fistful of his thick, dark hair and giving it a tug. Mike sucked in his breath sharply at the pain.

"You want more than
that, don't you?" She slapped his face lightly, just enough to let him know she meant business. "Don't fuck around with me - tell me what you want!"

"I want...to
fuck you!" He said breathlessly, "Goddammit, you're driving me crazy!"

"You want me to drive you crazy? How about this -?" She took her panties off and tossed then aside with a flourish. Now
all of her was exposed to his full view: tantalizingly - and maddeningly- close to his rigid, needy cock.

shit." He sighed, his body going limp, as if in defeat. "Please, darlin', no more...I give. I'll do whatever you want, just quit torturin' me already!"

"You promise?" She asked, her voice gentle, now.

"Yeah, I promise...take these off and I'll be good...I swear."

It had been almost too easy. Was he
really going to surrender or was it all a ruse? He looked at her earnestly with those big brown eyes of his, all innocence. She stroked his cheek and he turned his head to gently kiss her hand. It was the most submissive gesture he had ever made and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

"Please?" he asked, turning the power of those large, sad eyes on her again. He certainly
looked sincere.

"Ok, I'll let you go." She agreed, reaching for the handcuff keys in the dresser drawer.

She briefly entertained the wicked idea of pretending she couldn't find them, but decided he'd had enough torment for one evening. She unlocked the cuffs and eyed him suspiciously, half-expecting him to leap on her like an uncaged animal. He put up his hands defensively, still looking innocent: no tension or ulterior motives evident in his demeanor. She was shocked...and disappointed. Mike seemed to be playing this game a little
too well.

He smiled, saying "What's your pleasure, darlin'? Still want me to be a good boy?"

You son of a bitch! She thought. He could read her like a book: he knew she wouldn't know what to do with him now. And he knew, deep down, that while this little game had been fun while it lasted, she certainly didn't want him to be a 'good boy'. He could read it in her face: she wanted him to fuck her long and hard and now. He smirked at her mercilessly, knowing he was going to get what he wanted after all.

"Well?" He asked, laughing. "Have you had your fun?" He sat up and took hold of her wrists, gently but firmly. "Because I'd like to get down to business if you don't mind." He was giving her a look she'd seen many times before: this was going to be one hell of a rough ride.

She had brought it on herself. Maybe that was what she had wanted all along.

Before she could answer he was on top of her, forcing her to her knees. In a flash he cuffed her wrists to the headboard.

"That's more like it," he said with satisfaction. "They look better on you anyway."

He suddenly delivered a resounding swat to her ass, causing her to yelp with surprise.

"I told you that you were gonna be sorry." Mike growled, administering a series of painful slaps to her backside. She could feel the heat radiating off her ass now, as each slap became a little harder. She tried not to cry out, but finally gave in, which seemed to please Mike immensely.

"That's it...I love hearing you scream." he said, giving her a few more swats. "And you're gonna be doing plenty of screaming by the time I'm done with you."

She tensed, not knowing what was coming next. She felt her skin tingling all over. Mike seemed to have awakened every last nerve ending in her body and she felt as if any touch could make her jump out of her skin. She felt his lips lightly brush her ear, sending another shiver through her hyper-responsive body.

"What to do with you, now?" he muttered, stroking her lightly with both hands.

She arched her back in response like a cat in heat. Her mind swam with the possibilities of what he might do and in spite of her apprehension, she felt her arousal growing. His hands trailed down her ass, then her pelvis, and when his fingers found her slick opening, she moaned softly.

"You're so wet." he whispered. Suddenly, he landed a hard smack on her ass, declaring "It's a good thing you're ready because I'm gonna take what's mine."

His hands held her hips firmly, now, settling her into the doggy position. He parted her legs roughly, and thrust himself into her, hard and deep. She let out a strangled cry, surprised at the speed of his entry and he continued thrusting in that same frenzied vein. She gripped the bedrails desperately, trying to steady herself as he began to slap her smarting ass in time with his thrusts.

Loud moans escaped from her now. She felt detached from her body: the pleasure and pain mingling into one glorious singularity that seemed to lift her into some other dimension. She was brought down to Earth again when his hand ceased slapping her stinging buttocks and sought out her mound, probing gently for her clit.

Slowing his pace for just a moment, Mike's finger, wet with her own juices, stroked it with a gentle circular motion. She relaxed now, feeling the delicious waves of pleasure radiating out from her clit and down her trembling thighs, her body craving release.

Suddenly, Mike resumed his manic thrusting, causing her to scream loudly.

"I'm not done with you yet," he grunted between thrusts.

His finger still stroked her clit, as he pounded away, pushing her closer...closer. She strove for orgasm now, steadying herself against his pelvis, meeting each thrust of his rigid cock eagerly.

She could feel it now, the first waves, the event horizon approaching as colors swam before her eyes and a steady "Ohhhhhhh" issued from her open mouth. She wondered if Mike could keep up his pace long enough for her to actually come.
Oh god, oh, god, oh god....please let me finish before he does or I'll go crazy!

"That's it." Mike grunted low and deep. "Come for me...
scream for me!".

It hit her suddenly, full throttle and scream she did: her cries reverberated around the room, sounding strange and primal, even to her own ears. Mike let out a sigh - almost of relief - and held her hips with both hands, now, intent on his own release. He must have been close: his movements became even faster and she thought she felt droplets of sweat on her back.

"Oh fuck..." he gasped and she tensed her vaginal muscles around his cock, trying to speed him along. "MotherFUCKER..." he groaned and - finally - she felt his hot spurt inside her as he finished.

She felt his damp hair on her cheek and his heavy breathing in her ear as he reached over to unlock the handcuffs from her wrists. He laughed softly as she rolled over on her back and lay down, uncomfortable from kneeling so long and exhausted from their exertions. "You had that coming, little girl...I warned ya. But I didn't hurt you too bad, did I ?"

"Maybe just my ass. It must be red as hell."

"Yeah, it is." He laughed again, laying next to her. "That's what you get for turnin' the tables on me."

"You really hated that, didn't you? Being at my mercy?"

"Well...I didn't expect it, that's all. That's not how we usually play our little game."

"But it's fun to change the rules once in a while, isn't it?"

Mike swept his damp hair back from his face and smiled. "You didn't change the rules, you cheated! Besides...I think you wantedto be punished. That was pretty clever of you."

"I like to keep you guessing. Besides, I don't want you to think I'm too easy."

"I know you're not." Mike said, kissing her neck softly. "You wouldn't be so much fun if you were."

"Every man like a challenge, right?"

"Yeah...just give me a warning next time, will ya?"

She nodded and kissed him back.
Add another entry to the rulebook she thought.

But rules were meant to be broken, weren't they?

Well...there was always next time.