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I turned back to the checklist. “Shame kink, spitting is okay, hmm…fuck machine? Wow. I have to say, if all this accurate, playing with you is going to be a dream.” I paused. A check mark beside a few words caught my eye. “Cum play, raw fucks. You’re positive, and I’m positive, so… I agree that’s all right for us.”
I hadn’t come inside a playmate since I’d first learned about AIDS, or rather since I’d first accepted that AIDS was a real illness and that it was predominately a gay one. I had, however, had someone come insideme. The results of that encounter were not just regrettable, but probably deadly.
“Sir?” Minty asked.
He was shaking now. The deepening pain was starting to undo him. I could see it by the way his eyes had gone glossy.
“Wait,” I told him. “I’ve still got half a cup left.”
“Fuck.”
I chuckled. “Next time, I’m going to make you scream. Like that idea?”
“You’d better,” he bit out.
“You don’t think I can?” I shaded my tone with danger.
“I have my doubts.” Minty’s bruised throat bobbed as he swallowed convulsively. I wondered if his asshole was injured. Probably. He had a crazed, just-been-rough-fucked energy beneath his desperate need.
“Hmm.” I drained my cup in one big swallow, stood, and wrenched the clothespin from his right ear. He screeched, his hand coming up to cradle the lobe like I’d cut it off. His now-sharp gazeleaped to me with betrayed horror, as if I hadn’t warned him just how bad it was going to be.
“So,” I said, sitting down again. “I guess that proves I can make you scream.”
I turned back to the contracts. “I’ve already struck scat, and I’m striking knife play…” I did and then signed beneath his name. “This is all renegotiable. If you decide you don’t like something later, or want to add something in, we can. It just requires a conversation.”
“Sir!” he gasped, still holding his ear. “I’d like to come while I’m here.”
I tutted. “I don’t think so. Orgasms are at my discretion when you’re with me, and I’m guessing you already came tonight. With someone else.”
“It wasn’t good, Sir,” he panted. “He choked me out at the end.”
I pondered that, gazing at his throat. “You know, this contract you’ve signed states you won’t have intercourse or play with anyone except for me for the duration of our agreement. In baby words, that means you won’t fuck or get fucked by anyone else. Period. No exceptions.”
He pressed his lips together, but nodded sharply.
“If I don’t let you come tonight, are you going to break this contract? Right from the start? Will you go to the asshole who did this—” I stood again and moved between his legs, sliding my fingers over his throat. “Make him fuck you, make him hurt you?”
Minty seemed to consider it, and then, like it was incredibly hard for him to say, he whispered, “No, Sir. I’ll keep my word to you.”
I plucked the clothespin from his left ear.
He wailed and probably would have hit me or kneed me in the balls if I hadn’t grabbed his leg and arms, holding him in place.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back. “Jesus, fuck! That hurts.” He twisted to get away, but I held him fast.
“Mm-hmm.” I bent to breathe by his reddened ear. “If you can come from pain, go right ahead. But if you can’t, then you’ll have to wait until the next time we’re together. No jerking off either. You’ll wait to come for me. Only for me.”
His breath hitched. “I need you to hate me,” he muttered. “Can you hate me a little?”
I bit his tender earlobe, and he convulsed. “You disgusting pain slut. You want to hurt? I’ll make you hurt.”
I tugged both clothespins from his nipples, and he went off beneath me like a siren. Hurt wailed from his throat, and when I reached down to rub his nipples to increase the torment, he shoved me back, rising from the chair like fury embodied.
He kicked me, his foot landing hard on my hip.
As I fell back against the opposite kitchen counter, Minty’s eyes flew wide. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I’mso sorry. Fuck. I didn’t mean to—”
I stood up straight. My hip ached, but I got my head together quickly. “That’s impressive. Don’t do it again. Control yourself no matter what I do to you. Got it?”
