“Sorry. I meant, can youpleasehit harder?”
He set the flogger on the loveseat, leaned back, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his flaccid dick. He took hold of her hair and tipped her head back.
“Be quiet and suck,” he instructed.
Alison huffed out a laugh. Of course the Top thought she was laughing at him, which she probably was.
“Can you tug on it some first? I don’t think it’s big enough for me to even get inside my mouth without it slipping out.”
As his cheeks reddened, he reacted very poorly to her comments. While his hand was still gripping her ponytail, he slapped her hard across the face. The slap was so loud it pulled me off the wall and toward the entryway to their room.
She is a masochist,I reminded myself, as I tried to calm down and be very mindful of the situation.
“I’ve already grown tired of you tonight, Alison. You know, people warned me about you. It’s no wonder you’re in Oxygen every night, and it’s no surprise that James left. He realized you weren’t worth his time. You’re a very pretty girl, and word of mouth says you’re a good lay. But I don’t think I could stand listening to you.”
The man stood to leave, and as James had said, Alison felt like she had to get the last word in.
“The session isn’t over. You’re supposed to get mad and flog me hard and then fuck me.”
“The play is done,” he said as he zipped his pants and returned the flogger to the dragon statue.
“You can’t leave yet. Your slap turned me on. My panties are soaked,” Alison pleaded from the floor.
Without another word, the man left the room. He made eye contact with me and rolled his eyes, assuming that I saw her behavior.I saw your behavior too.Alison remained on the floor, unaware that I was watching. She reached up and brushed her cheek with the back of her hand. Alison lowered her head and her shoulders rose and fell slightly, and I realized she was crying.
I walked into the room and stood in front of her. When she saw feet, she sniffled hard to clear her sinuses and then looked up. She wore an expression of surprise on her face and quickly wiped away her tears.
“Oh, hey, Sam.”
“Hi.”
“I was just finishing up a play session. The guy wanted to make me cry, so I said that was cool,” she lied. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were going to be able to come until the weekend.”
She took a few deep breaths in between talking as she tried to quickly regroup. I crouched in front of her and watched her eyes. She was a mess.
“I came to see you,” I said and reached out to brush my thumb over her bright red cheek.
Tears swam in her green eyes. Her bottom lip began quivering uncontrollably. She looked down and put on her mask.
“I’ve had a busy night. I’ve had a few sessions and might get another one in before I head home.”
I raised my eyebrow at her inquisitively as we both stood. I folded my arms across my chest and stared into her eyes.
“I think you’re done playing tonight, Alison.”
“Um, I should really get back out to the main room. I’d like to get another session in tonight.”
“Why?”
“My needs haven’t been met.”
“Fine. I’d like to negotiate a session with you.”
Alison’s eyes widened, and a smile appeared.
“Really?”
“Really.”
