Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Those convincing hands ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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       She was a little tired, but if there was more of that in the near future, she would have glued her eyelids open to ensure she was awake. Just the fact that he mentioned the situation he was in gave her hope.
       "I think I'll manage in my state. What are we going to do about yours though?" She emphasized her point by rocking on his lap. "It would be tacky if I were to dare you to do the same thing that I did. Messier too..." He nodded in agreement. "Give me a minute to ponder what I could pick for you...Truth or dare?"
       "Hmm...are you sure we couldn't just skip my part of it and get you with another dare?"
       "Sorry, sir, I need recovery time after that last one." She couldn't help but grin as he shook his head.
       "Fine, but for that I'm not making my decision yet. You have 5 minutes to think of one of each." His eyes flashed to predatory for but a second, but it was enough to send shivers down her spine. "If you have nothing, then it's my turn again."
       She nodded in agreement and began to ponder what she could trick him into doing. Of course, she really wanted to dare him to have his way with her and fuck her until the morning came and went. That seemed too desperate though, so she had to think of something else. Or, at least word it better.
       He shifted underneath her and immediately her thoughts went to his crotch. She had never seen him naked up close, although she had gotten a few glimpses of him through the shower door. Her imagination was trying desperately to run away on her, straight down to his dick, but she tried to bring herself back to her task as he shifted again.
       'I have to keep these only half sexual,' she decided to herself. 'I'm not sure exactly why he's denying himself something that he wants, but if he gets angry with himself, he might get angry with me...' She realized then that she really did have some sort of feelings towards him. If he was angry with her, he'd stay away, and that sort of hurt. 'Maybe a massage...'
       Little tickles on her back brought her to reality. Vegeta appeared to be watching the tv again as she thought, but his hands were on her again, running across her lower back. The movements were subtle, but she was sure his fingers were heading towards the clasp on her bra. She tried to ignore his actions, realizing her time was almost up. 'Truth...what can I think for truth...now with this I can be dirty...'
       "Time's up, woman." She knew he wasn't really watching the tv! He was keeping track of the time. "What do you have for me?"
       "Truth or dare?"
       "Dare, if you've got one." She sighed in relief. "Damn, I should have gone with Truth, huh?" She nodded.
       "But, you didn't! So now you're going to put those strong hands to work and give me a full body massage." He motioned to the floor.
       "After you, princess." With a grin she slid off of him, making sure to brush against him one last time. He growled as she did, but said nothing as he followed her to the floor, taking the blanket with him.
       He offered it to her and she used it to lay back on, giving him access to her front first. He kept his eyes on each part that he rubbed, and since he wasn't trying for eye contact, Bulma let hers close so she could fully enjoy this. His warm hands kept a firm pressure as he rubbed each muscle to putty, starting with her feet. By the time he worked his way up to her thighs, she thought that she was going to melt into the floor.
       "My god," she whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "We should start making you do this for a living. Imagine the money we could make off of you." She opened her eyes to his smug grin. "You've probably done this a thousand times to make women more 'aggreeable', haven't you?" He snorted.
       "Not a thousand, as I'm sure that you know I really don't have to force the issue." Bulma rolled her eyes, yet silently aggreed. Not many women would be able to turn him down. "But, maybe a few needed a little persuasion, and they really do seem to like my hands..." He skipped over her stomach and chest, moving on to her shoulders. Instead of shifting around her, he crawled between her legs, letting them rest over his thighs. He didn't have the perfect position to massage her, but he definately just scored more points on the sexual inuendo board. "Can I count you in that group?"
       "Hmm? What group?" She had zoned out for a few moments, as she did everytime he was between her thighs. Damn her imagination.
       "Do my hands make you 'agreeable to anything'?"
       "Mmm...yes. I do believe I may qualify. Does this mean that I'll get a massage every time you want an upgrade to the gravity room?" He chuckled as he finished up on her hands, finally done with this side.
       "We'll have to see. Flip over." Bulma groaned and slowly pulled her legs off of his. Once again he started at her feet, quickly moving up to her calves. She sighed happily as he continued to work his way up, slightly curious as to how he was going to sexually torment her from this angle, when she couldn't see him.
       Her question was soon answered when he moved on to her thighs. Before starting on them, he grabbed her calves and spread her legs again. He was once again between her legs, only one leg this time. She was sure she was going to die when he moved from the tops of her thighs to her ass, his touches almost eager as he kneaded her flesh.
       That area was given special attention, almost making her squeal each time his thumbs brushed down the crack of her ass. Even though she knew he was doing it deliberately, pressing his thumbs down so that her cheeks spread, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. His hands truely did make her agreeable to anything. Even things she swore that she would never let a man do.
      He did move on eventually, moving up to her back. The leg between hers was now pressed fully against her groin, and her body involuntarily bucked against him.
       "Are you going for round 2?" he teased as he worked on her back. Before she could quip back he continued. "You know, this bra is making this difficult..."A lie, but before she could stop him, he had it unclasped, pushing the straps to the side as he rubbed. "There, much better." He returned to silence as he worked on her back, only rubbing his knee against her a few times before he was at her shoulders again.
       "Do you have to stop?" she whined.
       "Of course I do, it's time for you to pick. Truth or dare?"
       "I can't decide. I'm too relaxed."
       "Are you quitting on me?" She shook her head side to side.
       "No, just let me get up first..." Using her arms, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She had to stop because Vegeta was still bent over her, his chest now pressed against her back. She was about to lower herself back to the ground when an arm came around her waist, keeping her against him as he knelt back.
       "Alright, you're up now," he spoke into her ear from behind, causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. "What's your decision, Bulma?" She rested her weight against his chest as she fought to breathe. 5 seconds ago she was calm and relaxed, and now she was delirious and on his lap. He had to know what he was doing to her. His hand began to move up her stomach to rest between her breasts. "I think you want truth," he whispered again, his gravelly voice making her wetter with each syllable. He didn't help matters by grabbing her bra, pulling it down slowly as he spoke.
       "Truth," she agreed with a trembling voice, looking down at her now bare chest. Her bra was resting on her lap, his hand still wrapped around the middle. Her wrists in the straps were the only thing keeping it on her body. She felt him smirk against her ear as he brought out his next torture.
       "I could make you say the words that prove you want me." Her body tensed up against him. "However, I can already smell it..." His nose lowered slightly to sniff along her neck then returned to her ear. "Plus, your little ride earlier gave that away, so... Tell me. Earlier in the night I mentioned that I could pin you down easily and you said that it would take away any chance. Do you remember?" She nodded as she held her breath, awaiting the rest of his words. "Did you, or should I say, do you, want to give me a blow job?"
       His hand let go of her bra, grasping her knee now instead. With wide eyes she watched his hand go higher up her leg, unable to respond to his question. His legs were between hers, spreading hers far apart as she rested on his lap. He had nothing stopping him if he wanted to continue farther up. His other hand came into play as well, easily knotting in her hair. He pulled her head back against his shoulders, bringing his face into her peripheral view.
       "Bulma, I asked you your question." He bit the bottom of her ear to make sure he had her complete attention. "Do you want to suck my cock?"
       She could only nod, her mind reeling with possibilities. He must made up his mind about the dilemma he had with fucking her. His grips on her were becoming more forceful, more dominating than he had been the entire night. This was how she imagined him. He was an aggressive warrior, so if you were his conquest for the night, it was imaginable that he was going to make sure you realized that, and also, that you realized who was in charge.
       "Then tell me."

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys :) I was so afraid I was going to get heckled right off the bat... Hope you've enjoyed this chapter as well! I'm at the point where I don't have much more written down, so I'm going to actually have to start really thinking here! If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know! I can't promise I'll use everything in this story, but there are always more to be written ;)