Book 2, Chapter 27: Mini Golf with a Twist

**Third Person**

“The rules of this little game are simple. The first one to sink the ball in the hole wins. There are 18 holes. If you lose, you strip off a piece of clothing,” Damien said smugly as he admired his lime green putter.

“We don’t have eighteen pieces of clothing, Mr. Abizi, and I know you won’t be able to keep your sneaky hands to yourself for long… So it makes me think we are not getting to the end of the game before you change the rules,” Madison retorted. Damien only shrugged and gave her his signature smirk as he put the yellow ball at the little X on hole one labeled “ONcE Upon a Time…”. Well, two can play at that game, Madison thought to herself.

Damien had bought out the entire Mini Golf complex for the evening. There wasn’t even a cashier. The guards didn’t follow them into the grounds, giving them privacy while securing the area. Luke hurried off on a secret mission from Damien. To make it a little more “fair,” they removed their shoes but kept their socks.

The complex was a wonderland of fairytales. Each hole was a portal to a different story featuring mystical creatures, folklore, tales, princesses, or castles. There was a sleeping dragon, a miniature French castle, a fairy kingdom, and even a huge waterfall that you played behind, each adding to the enchantment of the place.

The first hole was reasonably straightforward. It was at the top of the hill with a slight downward angle. It had a few speed bumps in the middle, and the hole was at the other end in a large circle. The best way to get to the other side would be to bounce the ball against the edge and hit the other side like a ping-pong ball, hopefully avoiding the speed bumps and sinking the ball into the hole.

Damien’s arrogance got the better of him as he putt the ball straight. It was stopped at the first hurdle. On the other hand, Madison took her bright pink ball and hit it to the side with precision. Damien watched with bated breath as it zigzagged around the hurdles effortlessly, stopping mere inches from the hole, the suspense of the game keeping them both on edge.

Damien furrowed his brow, determined to win this hole. He used his strength and putt the ball over the hurdles, only for the ball to go flying into another obstacle. Madison was in stitches as Damien huffed and puffed while retrieving the ball. She blew him a kiss as she tapped her ball into the hole.

“I believe you owe me a piece of your clothes, dear sir!” Madison teased. Damien clicked his tongue before removing his left soft, throwing it at Madison, who squealed. “EW! I don’t want your stinky feet all over me!” she playfully screamed.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Damien retorted.

“I think I’ll suck something else up in a bit,” Madison responded boldly as she walked off to the next hole. Damien growled lowly in response.

Twenty minutes later, they were at hole six. It was a wooded creature theme with larger-than-life mushrooms and was a longer course full of winding curves. It would take a minimum of five strokes each. Damien had lost the second hole, removing his remaining sock and belt after the third hole. To Madison’s surprise, Damien removed his shirt after losing hole five. Madison lost at hole four, and it took every ounce of restraint for Damien not to throw his putter to the wind right there and take her over and over again when Madison decided to be bold and removed her jeans. She happily gave Damien a clear view of her black lacy panties that hugged her cheeks so well as her shirt acted like a skimpy hooker dress. Damien was determined to get her to lose those pesky little panties this hole.

Damien could see some wetness shimmering on her thighs, making him drool. They played the hole with ease. Damien loved watching his woman be so carefree.

Damien had sunk his ball in the hole after six strokes. Madison had four strokes and a perfect shot, one that she could make with her eyes closed. But one more look at the flexing muscles of her man gave Madison a wicked idea. She hit the ball with a little extra force. “Oops,” she said, dripping with fake concern. She purposefully missed two more times before sinking the hole. Damien’s eyes lit up like a fireworks display, seeing her bend over the hole just perfectly, giving him the perfect image of her backside.

“Those need to come off, baby girl,” Damien pointed to her lacy panties.

“Nah, I think I’ll go with the sock,” Madison teased.

“Either you do it, or I will.” Damien’s will crumbled, and he was going to combust.

“Excuse me?” Madison interjected, with her hands on her hips. She knew where this was going and was enjoying being the cause of his discomfort. “I think not mister. What do you take me for? I am a lady, not some common whore!”

“I take you for MY woman, and now this Master commands you to remove those pesky lace obstructions so I can see what is mine. Don’t make take you over my knee.”

“I love it when you get all possessive and commanding. It makes my insides gush like a river…” Madison teased, rubbing her legs together in front of him, watching him lick his lips.

“Fucking hell, baby, you smell so good from here,” Damien breathed, smelling the air once more. His cock was about to burst in his pants. He wasn’t going to waste any more time. He needed her like the air around him.

Within seconds, he had scooped her up and deposited her on a mushroom about waist high. “Woah!” Madison exhaled. His hands were at her hips, clutching the thin material in his hands, and he yanked them off with gusto. “Damien!” Madison scolded.

“Hush, I’m hungry!” Damien chided before he pried open Madison’s legs and dipped his head between her thighs. He took a deep breath, and shivers ran through his body. She smelled so sweet. He teased her folds with his nose, enjoying the aroma escaping her most delicate feature.

“Master, please,” Madison whined, feeling his hot breath on her sex. She was burning with desire. She didn’t have to wait long as he licked her from her puckered hole to her clit. She moaned loudly as he continued to lap his tongue against her folds. He loved feeling her squirm under his touch.

Damien began to concentrate his playful antics on her little button of nerves. He teased it, licked it, and then sucked it like a lollipop; Madison was floating on a cloud of bliss; her clit was sending sensations in overdrive.

Damien continued to feast on her core. He maneuvered his arms so they weighed on her open legs but freed up his hands to aid in his ministrations. He lowered his head to her throbbing center, enjoying the sweet juices that were seeping from her open channel. He began to fuck her sweet hole with his tongue, tasting more exotic cream with every stroke. His left thumb found her swollen clit and circled it with pressure. Madison’s moans turned into pants and whimpers. That foreign pressure was building, and she wanted to explode.

“Master, please, don’t stop! I’m so close! Please may I come!” Madison’s breathless pleads made Damien increase his pace in anticipation. “Come for me,” he breathed into her core, and Madison’s insides tightened before she fell off the cliff and rode out the pulsing sensation of her earth-shattering orgasm. Her juices flowed out of her weeping hole like a soft-serve ice cream treat, and Damien lapped up every drop, helping his little firecracker extend her high. He loved watching his woman come undone by his touch. She was simply perfect in his eyes.

Damien kissed her thighs and rubbed them affectionately, allowing Madison to calm down a bit before he moved up her body that was splayed out over the oversized mushroom seat. He kissed her passionately, allowing her to taste herself. He kissed her whole face, earning the sweetest giggles in Damien’s ears.

“Come, let’s keep going,” Damien ordered as he picked her up, putting her back on two feet. He helped her readjust her top and fix her unruly hair. She had the after-sex glow of a goddess, and Damien had to think of financial meetings to get his little Damien to settle down. He picked up her panties, putting them in his pocket, much to Madison’s dismay. Damien walked to the next hole with a smile so bright you would have thought he had won the lottery.

Madison decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, and she knew precisely which hole to do it…

Hole nine came up before they knew it. Madison lost holes seven and eight, removing both of her socks. This hole just happened to have a miniature castle where you had to get the ball to pass over a small drawbridge above a little fake mote, and the hole was inside the castle grounds.

Damien shot his ball into the mote, and it took six tries to get the ball out of the steep incline. Madison made the hole in three strokes. Once Damien finally sunk the hole, he went to remove his watch, but Madison clicked her tongue.

“No sir, I think you need to remove something else… Here, let me help you,” she said, licking her lips. She first pushed him to the wall of the “castle” before pulling the waistband of his pants towards her, bringing them incredibly close together. Damien would normally chastise such behavior as she took control, but he was excited to see what she was doing.

She smiled up at him before kissing his chest and started trailing kisses down his eight-pack to that very tempting V line. She sunk to her knees and looked up at her master with mischief sparkling in her eyes. Damien returned her lustful stare, petting her head.