Aria's Gamble Ch. 02

**Everyone is 18+ in this story**

Author's Note: This is chapter 2, for details regarding prior events please read the first few chapters.

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"You're a bold motherfucker!" Lace laughed after I recounted the events today. "What is wrong with you?" he nudged me playfully and I snickered. "I can't believe you'd risk your job and your career for the sake of humiliating him," he sighed, sipping his beer.

"I'm not risking shit. I'm not an idiot Lace. I know this fucker respects me, my work. He wouldn't put up with my bull shit and give me as many opportunities if he didn't. I'm just tired of him treating me the way he does," I grumbled and he sighed.

"And Joe is interested in you? Seriously?" he muttered and I smiled, nodding as I sipped my whiskey.

"Surprising I know, I'm not even that hot," I mused and he blushed, laughing as he hung his head.

"Cut me some slack Aria. No one knows about our relationship," he mumbled and I snickered.

"And what is our relationship?" I demanded. He glanced at me with a cute smirk.

"One I thoroughly enjoy," he insisted. I leaned over, grabbing the back of his head as I teased his lips with mine. He sighed happily, giving in to me as we kissed. "Can we play tonight?" he mumbled and I smiled.

"Are you asking, or begging?" I mused and he chuckled, licking his lips.

"Begging of course," he muttered. I smiled, closing my eyes as I turned to drink some more of my whiskey.

We left the bar shortly after, heading to my apartment. I could feel his anticipation as we rode the elevator up. I unlocked my door and held it open for him. He smiled and stepped in, looking around as he kicked his shoes off.

"Still feels so much like you," he glanced back at me and I smirked. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling his belt open and sliding it off him.

"And what do you like about me?" I mumbled, undoing the front of his pants. They slid down his hips slightly, the band of his briefs coming into view. I licked my lips, pushing his shirt up in the back as I pressed my hand against him.

"I like how assertive you are," he started and I smiled, letting my fingers trail down his back. He trembled under my touch, taking a deep breath as I tucked my finger into the band of his briefs. I snapped them gently making him exhale sharply.

"You're a fucking ass slut Lace, you know that?" I mused, working my hand into his briefs. My fingers trailed along his delicious ass, teasing his crack.

"Fuck, I know," he panted as I continued to stroke the length of his ass, loving how twitchy he was getting. "Please. It's been so long," he huffed and I smirked.

"Do you remember how I like it?" I breathed. He simply nodded. "Be a good boy then," I pulled my hand out and pat his ass before groping it happily. He whimpered, trembling again. I walked to my bedroom, dropping my stuff at the foot of my bed. I turned to my dresser and opened my drawer of trinkets. I grabbed a few fun little things and the lube bottle, biting my lip as I walked back out. He was standing in the living room, his hands in his pockets as they held his pants up.

"It smells like vanilla," he glanced at me, his cheeks flushed as he eyed the toys in my arms.

"Kneel for me," I commanded and he did without hesitation. I set the toys down on the coffee table and pulled my sweatshirt off. I worked the elastic out of my hair and crossed my arms, smirking as I stood in front of him. "You are always so eager," I muttered, putting my foot up on his chest. I knocked him back with a shove, watching him collapse to the ground. I stepped toward him, lifting my right foot and pressing it against his crotch.

"Hnnngh," he groaned, biting his hand as he panted. I smiled wickedly, pressing and rubbing my foot into his balls and dick. "Uhnn, hmmm, aeh!" he twitched and whimpered, his other hand clawing at the ground.

"You pervert, you like this?" I laughed, pulling my foot away to step on him again. It was a bit harder. His back arched, his neck straining as he cried out. I worked my toes around his tip, licking my lip as I snickered. "What's this?" I teased, rubbing my big toe against his tip. His briefs were soaked already.

"Please!" he whimpered. I sighed, shoving my hands into my pockets as I stood between his legs. He was panting and twitching, his cock raging for some attention. I knelt down between his legs, grabbing is pants and pulling them down slightly. He gasped, blushing as he covered his face.

"Shy all of a sudden?" I reached up to push his shirt up, loving the way his body looked. Lace was a real lady's man. I know he tried to keep up an image of this heterosexual, woman dominating heartthrob. Little did anyone know how happy he was being dominated by me. I walked my fingers up his stomach, letting them dance around his nipple before pinching and twisting it. He gasped, covering his mouth as his eyes met mine. I tugged on it, smiling as I watched him.

I knelt over him, my hair hanging down around us as I trailed my fingers along his abs. He whimpered and panted, his chest heaving with anticipation. I slid my fingers along the sides of his shaft, pressing my thumb against his sopping tip. He always had so much precum when he was excited. I continued to tease him through his briefs, watching him wriggle and writhe with his own pleasure. It was intoxicating.

"Stop covering you face," I grumbled and he groaned, letting his hands rest on his chest.

"Yes m-m-ma'am," he huffed, wiggling with need. I pushed my hand down further between his legs, feeling the curve of his ass. I pressed my fingers up against him gently, my palm massaging his balls as I fondled the entrance to his ass. The fabric of his briefs providing a tiny barrier between my fingers and his most private parts.

"This innocent act of yours is charming sometimes," I muttered as he blushed, averting his gaze. "But tell me Lace, who asked for this?" I breathed.

"I did," he sighed. I smirked.

"Who is a nasty little anal slut?" I chuckled. He bit his lip, closing his eyes as my fingers pressed his briefs into the first half inch of his tight asshole.

"Me! I am!" he huffed, clawing at his own chest as I worked to tease him. I pulled away, getting up and turning to the coffee table.

"On your knees," I commanded, grabbing the vibrator with a smile. I heard him shuffle and smiled. I went to grab his pants and pull them down when he sighed.

"You're being so mean today," he muttered and I scowled. I grabbed his belt off the floor and slipped it over his head, sliding the end through the metal loop and pulling it tight. He gasped, his head tilting back as I tugged gently.

"The fuck did you just call me?" I demanded. He trembled, grasping at the belt as he gasped and whimpered. "I was planning on being nice, giving you what you so politely begged for. And you have the nerve to tell me I'm mean?" I continued.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

"Are you?" I leaned into him, pressing my pussy up against his ass. I let the belt go, pushing on his back. His chest and head pressed against the floor, his hands balled into fists. I pulled his pants down, and smirked. "Be a dear," I reached with my right hand toward his face, my left pushing on his back as I ground my pussy against his ass. He whimpered as he sucked and licked at my fingers eagerly. I fingered his mouth, pinching and rubbing his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. He was sweating and heaving with excitement.

"Fuck yes, please!" he cried out as I pressed my fingers at his asshole. He relaxed as they eased in, stirring and prodding at his favorite spots. His legs struggled to spread because of his pants, his back arching to push his ass up and open. I pulled my hand away and grabbed the lube bottle, pouring some onto his ass. He inhaled sharply and then moaned as I massaged it around and inside of him. I grabbed the vibrator and licked my lips.

"Tell me, how badly do you need to be fucked?" I muttered, smiling as I worked the end of the vibrator between his asscheeks. He twitched and groaned, his hips bucking every time I'd tease his plucky little hole.

"So bad. I'm a dirty little anal slut for you madam!" he moaned. I shuddered, biting my lip as I watched the vibrator push into his ass. He stretched out magnificently, his moans guttural and curdling with pleasure and pain.

"That's a good boy," I breathed, working it in and out of him. He took the entire length in no time, my hand gripping it firmly as I flipped the switch. As soon as the vibrations started he howled with excitement. I held the back of his neck and head, leaning into him as I fucked his ass furiously. "Filthy fucking man whore. What would your girlfriend say if she knew you liked getting pounded in the ass?" I barked and he groaned.

"Fuck! She'd tell me I'm a nasty fucking perv," he whimpered and I smiled.

"Isn't this embarrassing?" I demanded, working the vibrator as I reached around his waist. My hand found his throbbing cock that was leaking with his excitement. I tilted the vibrator and he cried out, his cock jerking and stiffening as he came into my hand. "Filthy prick, cumming from taking it in the ass. Aren't you ashamed?" I laughed happily, using his cum to start jerking him off.

"Uuuhnn, hnnng, ah, ah! Mmm," he was twitching and whimpering as his cock grew hard again. I pulled away and smiled, watching the vibrator wiggle in his ass. "Please! Don't leave me like this!" he begged. I turned and grabbed another, smaller vibrator.

"I bet you'd go fucking wild for another," I snickered, turning the little vibrator on and teasing his balls with it.

"Oh fuck! Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" he groaned.

"Hold it in!" I commanded and he gasped, tensing and trembling. I eagerly shoved the vibrator into his ass, watching him stretch out even more. He cried out, reaching underneath himself. I sat back and saw him squeezing his dick hard, his thumbs pressed to his tip. "Oh my, oh this won't do. You have to do better at holding it in on your own!" I sat down, putting my feet between his legs. I kicked his hands away and he gave in, groaning as he reached back and held his asscheeks open.

"Please! God please let me fucking cum, please!" he cried out and I smirked.

"I want to see if you can go for a minute, hold it in for a minute and I'll reward you with a kiss," I muttered, working my toes and feet along his shaft. He clenched his hands into fists, hitting the floor lightly as he pressed his forehead into it. He was groaning and gasping, his body shaking.

"It fucking hurts! I'm going to burst!" he cried out after some time.

"If you need to cum nothing is stopping you. You just won't get your prize," I giggled wickedly and he groaned. I dropped my feet, adjusting to my knees as I grabbed his pants and worked them off his legs. I leaned forward and grabbed his shaft with my hands, caressing him as I pressed my face into his balls and taint. I licked and sucked at him gingerly, coercing his aching cock to climax.

"Aaaah!" he cried out, shaking violently as I nibbled at his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, jerking his cock eagerly as my tongue lapped at his heavy sack. He groaned then, his hips heaving as he exploded all over himself. I pulled away, pushing him down onto the floor. He collapsed onto his side, panting. I noticed the cum all over my floor, his stomach, shirt, and even some on his face. "W-w-was that a minute?" he panted and I smirked.

"Yes," I leaned over, grabbing his chin as I pressed my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, sucking at it eagerly, his lips pressed against mine as our tongues tangled and swirled. "On your back," I breathed, pulling away. He whimpered and fell onto his back, still trembling. I pulled the vibrators out and turned them off, grabbing my strap on. I took my pants off, staying in my panties as I grabbed the lube and caressed the dildo hanging form my hips.

"Oh fuck me," he groaned, his head falling back as he closed his eyes.

"I'm going to, don't you fucking worry," I laughed and he whimpered, pulling his shirt up to his mouth. He bit on it as I forced the dildo into his ass, watching him clench and twitch. I grabbed the back of his legs and pushed them back, using all of my weight to pound his ass.

"Oh yes! God yes! Fuuuck!" he groaned, grabbing his own legs and pulling them farther back and open. I smiled and held onto the back of his thighs as I leaned over him, throwing my weight into it as I relentlessly railed the fucking shit out of his ass. He was whimpering and wailing like a fucking girl, squealing with pleasure as he trembled.

"What are you?" I demanded and he groaned.

"A fucking anal slut!" he cried out. "A filthy fucking man whore who loves an ass pounding from his Queen!" he continued and I smiled. He was such a good, obedient little boy. I fucked him into oblivion, getting myself to cum twice before he finally exploded all over his own face. I grabbed his chin and pushed his head to the side, holding the dildo deep in his ass as I sucked and tongued his ear. He groaned, humping at the dildo as I worked my way to his neck. I started licking and nibbling all over it.

"You gonna cum again, you filthy fucking bitch?" I laughed, caressing his dick. It was still hard and throbbing. "What if I suck on your tongue?" I mused and he whimpered, his hips working against the dildo as I caressed his shaft.

"Please, fucking anything. Please!" he begged. I smiled and pressed my mouth against his. His lips parted instantly, his tongue eager for mine. I sucked on his tongue, practically fucking it with my mouth and tongue. My hand grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head back as I shoved my tongue back toward his throat. I licked at his tongue and the sides of his cheek, teasing his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He was groaning and panting, his hips bucking excitedly now as we kissed passionately. I went back to sucking on his tongue, jerking his dick as he was fucking himself on my dildo.

"Cum for me," I crooned and he groaned. I put my lips to his ear, sucking on it and licking at it as if it were his ass. He cried out, shaking violently as he erupted. "Such a good boy," I purred, kissing his cheek before pulling away finally. He collapsed to the floor, covered in sweat and cum as he panted. I cleaned up, leaving him a hot fucking mess as I showered and changed into a tank top and shorts.

He was still just lying there when I came back out. He glanced at me and smiled. "It's a shame you don't want to date Aria," he muttered and I chuckled.

"If I dated I couldn't have my fun with you and still have a boyfriend," I breathed. He sighed and got up slowly, groaning as he adjusted. "You still remember how to use my shower right?" I teased and he chuckled, nodding. "So have you told your girlfriend you like ass play?" I pressed and he sighed, getting up to collect his pants.

"No, she and I just started dating two months ago," he admitted, glancing at me. I smiled, sitting down on the couch as I crossed my arms. "Will I ever get to see you naked?" he asked suddenly and I frowned.

"Go take a fucking shower," I grumbled and he sighed, hanging his head as he walked off. "Damn prick needs to remember his place," I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, scrolling through the channels as I heard him shower. He came back out, wearing a new shirt. I smirked at the wadded up fabric in his hand.

"Thanks for letting me stash some clothes here," he chuckled and I shrugged. "Can I leave this shirt?" he gestured to the one in his hand and I nodded. He went to throw it in my washer in the closet, and sighed as he turned and leaned on the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare bring up dating me again," I warned and he chuckled, holding his hands up. "I like it this way. Besides, this is just a guilty pleasure for you," I grumbled and he laughed.

"The fuck does that mean?" he demanded and I smirked.

"If you were my boyfriend it would get a lot worse," I mused and he sighed, shaking his head. "Well go on, have a good night," I waved toward the door. He walked over and I glanced at him curiously. He knelt down next to the couch and rested his chin on the arm as he pouted.

"Could your dirty little ass slut get a goodnight kiss?" he muttered.

"Don't try to sweet talk me, prick!" I flicked his nose and he laughed, rubbing it. A stupid grin was plastered on his face. "Here," I grabbed his chin, kissing him tenderly. We both moaned as our tongues tangled fervently. He sighed when I pulled away.

"Say the word Aria and I'd leave my girlfriend in a heartbeat," he breathed.

"Go away," I pushed his head, turning back to the TV. He got up and left without another word. What a fucking asshole, saying shit like that to me. Didn't he understand I preferred it this way? That it had to be like this? He'd learn, or move on. Either way, I wasn't going to be the one who got hurt.

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Monday morning came too soon, my alarm waking me up. I groaned and rolled out of bed, brushing my hair and my teeth. I pulled on some leggings and put on a cobalt blue oversized hoodie that had a sick graphic across the front and down one sleeve. It sat on me like a dress would, but was infinitely more comfortable. I grabbed my favorite leather boots. They had seen better days but I loved them. I had even taken the liberty of taking out the laces and replacing them with white ribbon. I thought it looked sick.

I put half my hair up into pig-tails, leaving hair hanging around my face like long bangs. I grabbed my headphones and let them hang around my neck as I collected my work stuff. I got in my car and drove to the office, stopping for coffee. I parked in the garage and went to the elevator, sipping my coffee and scrolling through my phone to check on my email notifications.

"Boo!" Lace grabbed my shoulders and I jumped, punching his chest. He laughed, rubbing it as he glanced at the elevator. It opened and I grumbled, walking in first.

"Hold it!" we heard someone cry out, Lace putting his hand on the door as Joe came into view, huffing as he stepped on and hunched over.

"You're not fucking late dude, the hell's the panic for?" I snickered and he smiled at me with a blush.

"Just wanted to catch the elevator with you guys! Sorry I missed drinks Friday," he rubbed his arm uncomfortably and I smirked, glancing at Lace who blushed as he averted his gaze. He was embarrassed.

"No problem man. Aria and I hadn't gotten drinks in a while, it was nice to catch up. My damn lady has me on near house arrest. I'm kind of regretting getting into this fucking relationship," he mused and I snickered.

"That's why I don't date," I breathed and Joe glanced at me curiously.

"I thought you said it was because of school," he started and I nodded.

"My time and being in control of it is important to me. No way am I going to let some needy fucker try and demand any of it," I grumbled and Lace chuckled.

"Please, I bet you would love to have someone beg for your attention and affection," he started then and I licked my lip, staring at him evilly. He hesitated then, noticing my reaction as the blush on his face deepened.

"How would you know, huh?" I demanded, crossing my arms and he shrugged.

"A hunch," he mumbled, Joe studying us curiously. The elevator doors opened and I walked out first, Joe following quickly as Lace trailed behind. We buzzed in, my eyes scanning the emails to see if any of my automations failed this morning. So far we were in great shape. I got to my desk and dropped my bag down, sighing as I started to get settled in for the day.

"Aria!" Lucas' voice rang out and I flinched, trying not to slam my laptop down as I got up from my chair.

"'Sup boss?" I demanded, crossing my arms as I turned to look back toward his office. He was walking over, looking pissed.