The Barter System (35 page)

“I’m a friend of Ricardo’s,
just visiting for a few days.  I met him right after Malina left, when his
heart was torn to shreds and he was drinking too much.”  Yeah, she was laying
it on a little thick.

Recalling parts of Ricardo’s
essay, she added, “It’s my goal in life, your feelings aside, to get those two
back together.  Either you can keep your dignity or I’ll take you apart, your
choice.  You know damn well she’s still in love with him, so fucking her is
like begging her to picture his face during sex.  She close her eyes a lot?” 
At the way his jaw tightened, she knew she’d hit the nail on the head. 

“You seem like a decent guy,
good-looking, not hurting for money or female choices.  I’d work with me on
this one.  Are you in love with her?  Be honest.”

Greg shook his head and
sighed, “Not yet but I was thinking about it.”  He gave her a long look. 
“You’re an interesting woman, Riya.  I didn’t expect you to have either a brain
or compassion.  You could have humiliated both of us back there.”  During the
next song, she rotated her ass against him and smiled when she felt evidence of
a sturdy erection.  “Yeah, you noticed.  Sorry about that.  I’ve been watching
you dance for like three hours and I’m a male.  Every dick in this place is
hard for you right now.”  He gripped her hips and ground against her ass. 

“My, my, Greg.  You have a
healthy package but can you salsa?”  He nodded with a grin and as the next song
started he did manage to hold his own.  Nothing like Ricardo, but very nice. 
“Help me with this situation, Greg?  Get those two back together.  I think
there’s a big family barbeque in the next couple of days.  Malina is adored by
the family so she’ll likely get an invite.  Make her go.  Let’s work together. 
What do you say?”

“I’ll consider it on one
condition.  We get them together; you spend one night with me.  Just one, no
strings.  Fully protected.  All above board.  I promise, I’m not a freak or
anything.  I hold my own in other areas, as well.”  After careful
consideration, Riya nodded.  “To the game, Riya.” 

As the song ended, he spun
her and kissed her hand, she had to give him a little wink. 

They walked back to Ricardo
and Malina who were sitting and talking civilly across the small table from one
another.  As they approached, Ricardo said, “Malina, why are you being so
stubborn?  How long are you going to punish us both?”

“Oh sure, it’s always my
fault.  Greg comes home on time every night.  Who knows what happens with you?”
she shot back angrily.

Riya and Greg took seats
side by side at the table.  Riya said, “Seriously?  I get his being a cop is
scary, but you gave him up over his
schedule
?  Wasn’t he a cop when you
met him?  Girl, the man loves you.  How stupid are you?  I know you’ve danced
with and fucked him…you know he’d do anything for you.” 

Putting a sly look on her
face, she added, “I tell you what, Malina, I’m going to give you twenty-four
hours to think it over.  I’m trying to be decent and not fall for him since I
know he’s still in love with you, but if you don’t wake up I’m going to go
after him hard,
chica
.  I’m not playing.  If I bust the full me out on him,
he
will
be mine and you’ll never get him back.” 

She got up and added, “Don’t
be stupid, don’t lose him.”  She turned to Ric, “I’m going to go play, baby. 
Greg, it was nice to meet you.  Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

She stepped out on the dance
floor and men of every age, color, and size were fronting her.  Dancing by
herself, she felt them circle her, dancing and watching every move. 

She closed her eyes and
danced the way she did in her living room.  She tuned out all the men around
her, enjoying the music and moving her body. 

The song changed and they
were housing, men on either side.  Four beats, eight, twelve, and another two
would move in.  She lost track of the hands on her sides and hips.  She knew
the moment Ricardo stepped up.  The space opened around her and his hand
slipped around her neck and waist. 

Without opening her eyes,
she danced, him speeding her through movements.  When it ended, he kissed her
with passion and whispered in her ear, “Thank you.”  She nodded and they danced
a little more before waving to Grind and heading off the floor.

“Miss Riya is leaving de
building…baby, thank you for a lovely evening.  I gotta find a hottie to get
rid of dis hard-on…any takers?”  They exited to the screams of women clamoring
for him to take them home. 

Driving fast back to Ric’s
place, the minute they crossed into the kitchen, he slammed her up against the
wall.  He kissed her lips almost painfully, his hands holding her wrists above
her head. 

After long minutes of
running his lips and teeth over her face, neck, arms and tops of her breasts,
he turned her to the wall and whispered, “
Don’t move
, Riya.” 

She kept her hands up, her
forehead resting on them.  She heard him return but he just stood watching
her.  After a long time, Ricardo said, “Hands up and out from your body, palms
flat on the wall.  Do it now.”  Riya’s heart sped up and she did as he told
her.  “Spread your legs, Riya.  Keep your hands where they are.” 

When Riya obeyed instantly,
walking her feet apart, she swore she could sense his hunger.  

Ricardo flattened his body
to her back.  He slid his hands from her wrists down over her arms, shoulders,
slipped around to glide over her collarbone, breasts and down over her stomach,
then around over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, calves and ankles, up
her shins, knees, thighs, and under her skirt to coast over the triangle of her
panties. 

She was breathing hard and
that both surprised and pleased him.  He untied her top at the neck and back,
watching as it fell to the floor.  He unzipped her skirt.  “Legs together.” 
She complied and the skirt fluttered to the floor. 

He ran his fingers along the
tiny lace band of her thong from the front, around her waist and down the cleft
of her ass.  Hooking thumbs in the side, it was slid from her body.  “Step
out.”  Again, no hesitation.  “Spread them.”  He tapped the insides of her
knees in his crouch behind her and she assumed her prior position. 

Sliding up her body, he
reached between her legs and stroked over her clit roughly before he whispered roughly
in her ear, “You have the right to scream my name when I make you come. 
Anything on my body can and will be used against you.  You have the right to
beg for mercy.  If you are too weak to beg for mercy, you will withstand
further pleasure.  Do you understand these rights?” 

She moaned as two fingers
pressed into her dripping pussy, pumping twice before pulling back out.  She
ground out, “I do,” in a voice she didn’t recognize. 

He slid his hand sensually
up one arm to her wrist, circling it with his fingers and lowering it to her
low back.  Snapping a cuff around it, he slowly pulled down her other arm and
cuffed the other wrist.  Ricardo grabbed the cuff chain and tugged her
carefully away from the wall.  Her nipples were diamond hard. 

He walked her to the
bedroom, taking his time so he could watch her ass and legs flex in her heels
in front of him.  When they entered the room, there were candles burning and
the comforter was gone from the bed.  He lifted her to the mattress and set her
on her knees, unlocking the cuff on one wrist. 

“Lie down in the center of
the bed and put your arms above you.”  She did it immediately and spread her
hair out over the pillow behind her then grabbed the wrought iron bars above
her head. 

Ric straddled her belly,
still fully clothed, and pulled the cuffs thru the bars, reattaching it to her
wrist.  He leaned down to kiss her quickly then got off the bed and moved down
to the end to remove her heels.  “Spread your legs.” 

She raised her eyebrow at
him, “Do you want a split?”  She asked innocently.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing the
split but I won’t make you stay in that position.”  Riya immediately spread her
legs in a full split, her toes touching either side of the bed.  “Holy shit.” 
He reached over to slip a hand over her inner thighs, stroking his fingers over
her swollen clit as a look of pure lust crossed his face.  “Mmm.  Very nice,
Riya.  Okay, you can point those lovely legs at the corners of the bed for
now.”  He turned to leave, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” 

“That’s funny, Ric…‘don’t
move’…you are a funny man.  Fine, too.  Hurry back.  I’m in need of
punishment.”  She licked her lips as he disappeared through the door.  A little
while later, she heard him turn on the stereo and absently wondered if that was
so the neighbors didn’t call the cops.  How ironic that would be. 

He came back with a tray holding
a couple beers, cut up fruit, cheese, and slices of the roasted pork.  He set
it on top of the side table then removed a bag from a local adult store
containing honey dust, a suede whip, and velvet tipped nipple clamps.  Ric
watched her face carefully but found no hint of anything negative.

He slowly stripped naked and
climbed up to settle between her legs.  Picking up the honey dust, he ran the
silky brush over her entire body.  She was shimmering and smelled even
sweeter. 

Taking his time, Ric licked
her completely clean of it.  Over every inch of exposed skin, avoiding her
pussy and surrounding areas so carefully that by the time he placed his mouth
on her clit, she exploded off the bed screaming his name. 

Then he went to work on her
breasts, plumping, kneading, licking, nibbling, sucking until she was bucking
under him, grinding her pussy into his stomach trying to get more friction. 

When her nipples were fully
engorged from his attentions, Ric gently attached the clamps and watched her
adjust to the pleasure-pain.  “I would never put metal clamps on you…I wouldn’t
risk scarring your pretty nipples by accident.  You tell me if that gets to be
too much, Riya.”  He watched them redden and pucker further, then ran his
tongue over them again and she bucked up, humping him. 

He let her, watching as she
brought herself off from the friction while he continued licking her nipples. 
When she came, her hands tightened on the iron bars before she screamed,
“Ricardo, please fuck me, baby…”

“No, Riya, you’re not
ready.  I want you to come some more before I fuck you.  I want this to last
for you.” 

He picked up the whip and
lightly ran it over her body, letting her get used to the feel.  He smacked her
upper thigh lightly with it, then ran his tongue over the slight redness.  She
dug her heels into the bed and ground her hips in the direction of his mouth. 
In answer to her unspoken request, Ric planted a wet kiss on her clit.  Then he
smacked the other thigh and licked.  On and on over her body, until she was
shaking. 

When he went down on her, he
worked her up by licking and sucking then lightly slapping her mound with his
fingers.  After a dozen times, she came hard. 

“That is beautiful, Riya…my
pretty Riya.  So sensitive and responsive.”  He put his fingers inside her and
she sighed in relief.  “No, don’t come from anything inside your pussy but my
cock.  Do not come, Riya.” 

He finger-fucked her hard
and she was fighting, holding on, trying not to come.  Pulling his fingers from
her, he leaned over her and whispered, “Such a good girl, pretty Riya.  I’m so
proud of you, baby.”

“Please, Ric.  Baby,
please.  I need your cock.” 

“Not yet, angel.”

“Can I play with it?”  He
seemed to consider her request and climbed up the bed to straddle her torso. 
Taking his cock in his fist, he started to stroke it slow and steady.  Never
taking his eyes off her face, he fought for control when she licked her lips. 

Her eyes darted to his,
“Fuck my mouth, Ric.”  Clamping down on the vein running on the underside of
his shaft was the only thing that kept him from coming at her words. 

“Naughty, Riya.”  Gripping
the headboard, he pulled himself over her, teasing her lips with the head of
his cock.  “Lick it, baby.”  Her tongue came out to play over the crest,
swirling around the tip and trying to suck him into his mouth.