Page 38 of The Soft Fall


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“Where are you going?”

“To take a piss. I’ll be right back.”

I headed into the bathroom, stretched, and yawned. I took a piss and thought about all the fun we had enjoyed since being here. I really hoped, for our sake, that we could keep this up when we returned home. Dominic had called me the day afterthe ball and asked what type of shit I was on. He had followed Kennedi to the ball and seen us leave together.

After I explained to him what happened, he was pissed, but he said he understood. We came to an agreement that would allow him to keep the money I had paid him thus far, plus I gave him another ten percent. I only paid him a total of fifty percent of the agreed-upon amount.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before I returned to the bedroom.

“Do you trust me, baby?” she asked with her hands behind her back.

“You know I do. Why? What’s up?”

“I just want to have a little fun before we leave,” she replied, twirling one of my neckties around her hand.

“Aww shit. Okay, I’m down.”

I walked toward her and sat on the bed. She tied the necktie around my eyes and then instructed me to lie down. Once I did that, I could hear her moving around the room.

“Kenni, what’s all this about?” I asked after she tied my hands to the bed and secured my feet to the bedpost.

“You told me you trusted me,” she stated as she moved around the room. I tried to figure out where she was and what she was doing, as I listened to plastic rustling.

“I do, baby. But you’ve tied me to the bed. Don’t tell me I’m about to become your sex slave.”

“Sounds like a damn good idea to me,” she replied.

“As long as you don’t do anything to humiliate me and leave me here.”

“Why do you think I would ever do something to you like that?” she asked as she dragged something soft over my belly.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe because I don’t know what the hell you’re up to now.”

“You’ll soon find out, Bryse. You’re at my mercy now, and I can do whatever I want.”

“Aww shit. Tell me you’re not about to go Kathy Bates on me,” I replied nervously.

“Only if Kathy Bates sucks your dick. And if she does, you’ve got some explaining to do, sir,” she answered as she gripped my dick in her hands.

The moment I felt her mouth on me, I relaxed. “Baby, that’s all yours right there. Kathy and nobody else can get what you get from me.”

“Mm,” she mumbled around me as she sucked my dick further down her throat. With one hand, she held my erection firmly in place, but with her other hand, she massaged my balls. She released them but kept sucking.

“Damn, Kenni. Girl, you know how to suck a dick,” I groaned as my back arched off the bed. It quickly sank back down again as I felt something slap against my chest. What the fuck?

My jaws clenched, and I wanted to jerk the tie off my face, but I couldn’t.

“Did you like that, baby?”

I found it difficult to find my voice, let alone answer her. She hit me again, and I yelped.

“The fuck, Kenni?”

“You didn’t answer me, baby.” She sucked my dick that had gone somewhat limp back into her mouth. Her fingers caressed my balls, and then she worked me over until I grew hard again. After a few minutes, I finally relaxed underneath her attentive hands.

Kennedi climbed on top of me and rode me hard.

“Aww, baby. This is what I like.”