Another finger slips inside her.

“Tell me what you want, Elena.”

“You,” she exhales.

But I’m relentless. I pump her with my hands.

“What do you want me to do, Elena?”

“F-fuuu…”

I lean in to lick her folds, and she whimpers.

“Tell me or I will punish you, love. Just like I said I would.”

“But… but…” she squeaks out.

I back up from the bed, standing up. I remove my jacket.

“All right, love. You asked for it.” I unbutton my shirt, shrugging out of it. I kick my shoes off, unbuckling my belt in front of Elena’s wide eyes.

“Look at me, Elena,” I say. I drop my belt. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I lose the pants—drop the boxer briefs.

“I’m going to punish you now… and you’re going to like it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you; don’t say you weren’t prepared.”

I grab her ankles, sliding Elena further down the bed.

“Don’t cry out for help. Just cry out.”

I palm the condom from my pants pocket, slipping into it as I stand. I reach for Elena, but instead of her hands, I grip her hips, flipping her onto her stomach as she gasps.

I place my knees on the bed, pushing slowly onto hers, driving them closer to her elbows so that she sits magnificently on all fours.

I enter her from behind, slamming myself inside her wetness to the very hilt.

She cries out, and it is music to my ears.

Over and over, I crash into Elena, sliding her smoothly on my cock. She is tighter than a vice, as slippery as a slide. It doesn’t take long before I am certified steel and on the brink of impending ecstasy.

I growl as she groans.

“Look at you, Elena. Hear yourself. Remember what you said, baby.”

She moans in response.

“Look at you—loving it. You love it, Elena. You love it when I punish you.”

I slam into her. She cries out, and her pussy soaks me to my base.

“Tell me you love it.”

Another pound.

“Tell me, or the punishment will never stop.”

She moans into the sheet, gripping her fingers into the covers. “I—I love it!”

I squeeze her waist even tighter. “Good girl…”

I place a kiss on her bare back. “Now, I can finish your misery, baby.”

I slide in and out, stroking to my heart’s content while Elena’s pussy clenches and unclenches the hard length of me. She cries even louder.

“Wait, n—no, Lukas, I ca-can’t… Lukas!”

“Elena…”

She comes fiercely, screaming softly into the nearest pillow… and I thrust into her the entire way through.

She falls forward into my hands and I catch her, using my fingers to pull gently at the pinkish, taut peaks atop her incredible tits.

With my hands on her breasts and my lips on her lower back, I come inside of Elena, feeling completely depleted from the height of this immeasurable pleasure.

We collapse together on top of the cool satin sheets and I lay with her body fitting closely next to mine, relishing in the feel of her slightly damp skin.

I run my fingers up the side of her shimmering body, brushing aside her hair to place my lips at her nape. And when I do, she turns slowly towards me, revealing a tear-streaked face, full of wonder.

Her lips are swollen. Her eyes are glistening.

And she has never looked more gorgeous.

I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs, tasting the salty remnants on her lips with my kiss. I withdraw slowly.

“See? I told you that you were a crier.”

***

When dawn breaks, I am out of the hotel room and heading into the parking lot.

A wave of guilt hits me as I walk, but it is buried by all of the other things that I feel…

The adrenaline, the fatigue—the satisfaction…

Elena and I never made it back to the party.

We fucked each other until the sun came up, taking turns riding the other until we were too exhausted to move—our limbs splayed out against the sprawling expanse of the King-sized bed.

The only reason I’m even heading to my car is to retrieve my last condom, so that we can send each other off with a proper farewell… and then forget this ever happened.

I retrieve the keys and car remote from my pants pocket, smiling. Elena is still gloriously naked in my hotel room, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of this good-bye.

But when I hit the automatic car key from far-off, something sounds wrong. Something is wrong.

Under the cover of the barely-breaking dawn, I can just make out the flicker of lights from a nearby car. I look toward the lights, but what I see is not my black Porsche.

In fact, I’m not sure that it’s even a car…

I hit the car remote again, and a beep sounds from the pile of trash at the end of the lot. I stiffen… before breaking out into a full sprint toward it.

The spring air is chilled this time of day, slapping briskly against my bare chest where my shirt lays unbuttoned. My barely-fastened pants are sliding at my waist. My untied shoes are slipping off my feet.

I hardly notice.

That pile of trash is my car.

I run up to the black heap, discovering that my black Porshe has almost been demolished, the windshield and all of its side windows shattered, rendering the vehicle unrecognizable.

It looks like it’s been in a horrible accident. But it hasn’t… because it’s been here in the parking deck all night.

This is no accident.

Someone’s destroyed my car. And they did it right under my nose.

I grasp my hair with both hands, sliding them down to scrub exasperated hands at my cheeks. I can’t believe this shit.

And there’s another thing that’s right under my nose—a piece of paper sticking precariously from underneath a broken windshield wiper.

I reach carefully for the piece of paper, reading the text written on its surface. I start to grip the note so tightly that it rips in my hands.

Looks like you got fucked twice in one night. Enjoy it while you can.

Pawn to B3. Your move.

I flip the note over, searching for text on its back. I find nothing else. I squint at the message on the front again.

A chess reference… like it’s some sort of game. Fucking up my car—a game.

And how they know that I’ve been with Elena last night is even more alarming.

Beautiful, feisty, sexy Elena—all alone, sleeping in my bed, while somebody does a “Monster Truck rally” on one of my most prized possessions.

It was a calculated move, one designed to send a clear message: Someone is watching me, and somehow I’ve been playing blindly.

A match has just begun and already, they’ve got the upper hand.

I glance at what used to be my car, crumpling the note and throwing it to the ground. I grow resolved.

Irrational… but resolved.

If this psycho wants to play games, then that’s what we’re going to do. They picked the wrong chess piece to fuck with.

I didn’t start this game… but I sure as hell am going to finish it.

To the Readers:

I really hope you enjoyed Round 1 of the Games & Diversions Series. As you now know, this is only the beginning…

Round 2, Hour by Hour, begins December 1st, 2015….

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