‘Because ... because,’ I moan.
‘Confess. It was because you didn’t want to climax and have me win and inflict my punishment upon you.’
I stop thrashing and lift my gaze to his. Hmm, he seems to have got the measure of me quite easily. ‘Peerrrhappps ...’ My gaze drops to his breeches, where his erection is quite obvious. I lick my lips, burnt fingers half forgotten. I can smear some butter on them later. ‘So do Iwin the prize?’
Darius nods slowly. ‘Of course.’ He gazes at my blistered flesh. ‘Since you went to such lengths to obtain it. I retract my insult. What a clever girl you are.’
I preen in triumph at his words, my cunny twinging in anticipation. Oooh goody, it’s cock o’clock. This is going to be worth the agony.
‘Let me undress first, though,’ he says throatily. ‘You may watch if you so desire.’
I nod eagerly.Oh, I do desire.
Darius rises and, facing me, unbuttons his blood-red waistcoat. He shrugs it off, places it on a coat hanger, and pops it in the wardrobe. Then his shirt is unbuttoned ... excruciatingly slowly ... button by button flipped from their tiny holes.
Come on,I think, wriggling in impatience.Get to the good bit.
He smirks as if he knows what I’m thinking.
The shirt is off (finally!), and I gasp in appreciation. The man’s body is perfection: smooth milky skin, strong wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. His chest has a smattering of dark hair and his abdomen is ridged with muscle. The black snake tattoo that I saw inked on his forearm winds its way up his right arm and disappears over his shoulder—the head of it nowhere in sight.
He undoes a single button on his breeches (ever soslowly). They hang there on his hips, suspended by his monstrous bulge, while Darius folds his shirt, doing up each button, ensuring it’s neat and tidy. This is placed carefully on a shelf in a nearby cupboard. I nearly groan in frustration.For God’s sake, man, you’re not a maid!
Darius huffs a laugh.
Sweet Jesus, he’s enjoying teasing me and making me want him. My breath shallows at this knowledge, and despite my annoyance, moisture gathers in my cunny. It remembers having his tongue lapping down there and wants his cock.Now.I squirm, rubbing my thighs together, and let out an exasperated sigh.
‘Did you say something, Sadie?’
‘Darius, please,’ I beg. ‘I don’t like waiting. Remove your breeches.’
He grins. ‘Now why would I do that?’ he taunts.
‘Um ...’ I lift an eyebrow and tilt my head at his twitching crotch. ‘Isn’t your cock my prize? I really want my prize ... right here,’ I purr, parting my thighs and rubbing along my creamy cunny with two fingers so he can see what’s in store for him. Lots of my regulars like it when I do this. It drives them wild, and for some, it speeds up the sex act by at least ten minutes. But Darius doesn’t move a muscle, though he is staring intently at my wet cunny.
‘No,’ he says after a pause. ‘My cock isn’t your prize, soyou can close your legs.’
‘Oh.’ I snap my thighs shut like a clam. ‘So why are you getting undressed then?’
‘So blood doesn’t stain my shirt. It’s hard to get out.’
I stare at him. ‘W-what?’
He grins at me. ‘Oh, Sadie, you’re in for such a treat. I almost wish I was you ...’
From this, I’m really not sure what is going to happen. And I’ve suddenly noticed his teeth. A couple of them are big, white, and shiny—like he’s having trouble keeping his lips closed. Were they like that before? Surely, I would have noticed. Then again, he’s had his face planted in my nether regions for most of the evening. We haven’t exactly chatted. But if we’re not going to fuck, what’s the point of being here? What a waste of time.
‘Oh well,’ I say, swinging my legs off the bed. ‘The night is young. I’m sure I can find someone else to—’
Before my toes touch the floor, my ankles are gripped by an unseen force and swivelled back onto the bed. It feels like something is clamping around them, but there’s nothing there. My hands lift out to either side of the bed and are pinned to the bedcovers. But by what, I have no idea. I’m now spreadeagled on my back, unable to move.
‘What are you ... Let me go!’ I jerk and twist against the invisible restraints, but it’s in vain. I’m held fast.
‘Lie still,’ Darius commands.
I cry out as pincer-like claws squeeze my brain, then ease off. For the first time this evening, I feel truly afraid.
‘Who the hell are you?’ I gasp.
