I was sitting at the edge of the bed, working on something on my laptop. Jordan was laying back, her head on the pillow, alternately reading a book and watching television. Perhaps I wasn't paying enough attention to her. More likely, I had replied sarcastically to something she said. Possibly with a hint of chauvinism (I was wont to do that now and then to get a rise out her). I may have even made a joke at her expense. I was well aware, nonetheless, that I deserved it when the pillow struck the back of my head.
I turned toward her grabbing the pillow and fixing her with the most menacing glare I could muster. She stuck her ground, smiling sweetly at me. Her eyebrows raised, silently asking me, 'what?'
"I'm trying to get this done," I told her, trying to sound stern as I tossed the pillow back to her.
Soon after turning back to my work, I heard a muffled giggle, followed shortly thereafter with the strike of the pillow to the back of my head, harder this time. I quickly placed the laptop on the floor at the foot of the bed and spun toward her. She didn't have time to react as I quickly pounced on her, straddling her torso.
She struggled vainly as I held the pillow aloft. Glaring down at her, I told her to behave. She bucked harder under me, but my weight was too much for her. I tossed the pillow beside her head and rolled off her. "Don't make me play dirty," I added, in hindsight this was adding fuel to the fire and to be honest, I was probably aware of that then as well.
She never gave me a chance to retrieve my laptop, striking my head with a solid blow from the pillow once again. I wheeled quickly on the bed to find her laying back, laughing uncontrollably. I may never know her motives, or whether she truly thought I wouldn't respond as I did, but her defenses were down and I took full advantage.
I, once again, straddled her torso, this time pinning her arms to her sides. Her giggling stopped suddenly when I hovered both hands near her sides and wiggled my fingers, silently threatening tickling.
"No," she said pleadingly.
"Are you gonna knock it off and behave," I asked.
She responded by bucking her hips hard, nearly catching me off guard with the force of it. I recovered and began tickling her torso. She thrashed beneath me, laughing nearly to the point of tears. Her situation was hopeless, I was twice her size and had her arms pinned, she was at my mercy and the look on her face showed she was well aware of that fact.
"STOP!" she managed to cough out between laughing fits. I lifted my fingers off her and stared down at her.
"Are you gonna behave," I asked again. She glared at me silently.
"Jordan, are you done?" Again, my query was met with silence and a deepening glare.
"Fine," I said and resumed tickling her. Her shrieks filled the room. She thrashed violently beneath me. I had to hand it to her, she was a fighter. She was not going to give up easily. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she searched for a way to gain the upper hand. I was equally resolved in not losing it.
After awhile her struggling ceased, she was again able to cough out one word, "OK."
Stopping my tickling assault, my eyes met hers and I said, "Had enough, Jordan? Do you give?"
She glared at me once more, I glared right back. "I can keep this up all night, baby," I told her, "Just say you give and I'll stop."
Taking a deep breath she locked her gaze on me and muttered, "Fine."
"Fine what," I asked. Her gaze narrowed. "Say it, Jordan. Say you give up." Her eyes bore holes into me, I pushed it further and lowered my hands to her sides again.
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkke," she pleaded.
"Jordan," I said softly, "All you have to do is say you give and I won."
She made an indignant sound and stared up at me. I slowly splayed my fingers open on her torso with a grin.
"Fine, fine, fine," she muttered as her own grin flashed across face, "I won."
I chuckled and resumed tickling. She did her best not to react, but I could feel the gentle movement of her hips beneath me. Determined to up the ante, I raised one hand from her torso to her chest. Finding her nipple through the t-shirt she wore to bed, I pinched it between my fingers. I wasn't surprised to find it already hardened.
"Arghhhh," she groaned.
I pinched harder, harder in fact than I ever have. I could see a slight wince cross her face. "Just say, Jake...I give up...you're the best baby," I said with a grin, thinking I was close to breaking her.
"God, it gets worse every time," she complained.
I tightened my grip on her nipple and she groaned. The idea suddenly came to me. I'm not sure she noticed the grin that lit my face as the thought formed, if she had, she probably would have begun struggling to free herself with renewed vigor.
Keeping her nipple pinched between my fingers, I lowered my lips to her ear. "Mercy, Jordan," I whispered, "One word and this can all be over, baby."
Her eyes met mine as I rose back above her. "Please," she breathed.
I shook my head. "Mercy," I said, "Ask and it shall be yours."
