The Corner of H & L (15)

“I thought you said-”

“Right. You’re not willing to part with a thousand dollars for a defining moment in your life. From the looks of your place, it would take you, what – a day and a half to make it back? Less? Is that I’m not worth a fucking thousand?”

“No. No, of course not. But-”

“Of course not. But don’t worry. I told you, I don’t need the cash.” Both feet were bare now, and she was lifting my ankles up to her shoulders. Once she had me in an ‘L’ shape, my calves in the curve between her collarbone and breasts, she leaned over to begin on my belt. “We’ll make an arrangement, yes? I’ll do this for you… And I know you want it; your cock is begging your brain to shut up and let me lick it, kiss it, nibble on that little wrinkly stretch of skin beneath your balls – oh, your balls! the things I can do to them – then suck you so hard you’ll think I’m going to turn you inside out …you know you can already feel it – I’ll do this for you, in exchange for any one thing of my choice from this room, or any one favor I choose to name.” My pants fell to the floor, heavy with the weight of the belt. And my wallet – I’d forgotten to take it out. Only my boxers remained between my cock and the paradise she promised it, and the boxers just barely. Her fingers slipped up my thighs beneath their hem; she began to trace around my balls with her leather-clad fingertips.

“What thing? What favor?”

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Cheating Life – 12.1

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HER FRUSTRATIONS SEEMED TO BE GONE after about an hour of my carefully-supervised ministrations, not that I was watching the clock. She smoked an old-fashioned paper cigarette afterward. I didn’t, though I didn’t mind the smell and wasn’t too worried about my lungs at this point. I was still building my strength, she told me, so she left me re-clothed and seated in the kitchenette with a glass of juice and a heated meat pastry. Meanwhile, she had disappeared back through her double doors.

She was going to be gone for some time, so after I’d finished and cleaned up, I followed her instructions and used the lighter in the drawer to start oil lamps scattered all over the room. With the overheads switched off, the room was dark and moody in filtered bluish moonlight, and I barely found my way to the settee in the corner. I sat on the floor, on a cushion at the foot of the settee. I was a quick student.

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