“Sure?”
I opened my eyes and stared at the room door beyond the bed post.
“Yes, Mr. S.”
He didn’t answer, he just straightened.
Please don’t kill me.
Please don’t kill me.
Please don’t kill me.
“You’ve done anal before, yes?”
Straight off the bat? He is trying to kill me!
“Yes.”
“Relax,” he hooked my trousers. “It’s just a question.”
With one swift pull, he took off my shorts and panties.Oh he’s a professional fucker.
“Look at that beautiful ass.” He lightly ran his finger down my thigh. “Fuck. I wish I had my kit with me. I’d make your pretty ass not walk straight for a week.”
Huh?
“What’s in your kit?”
A hard slap landed on my bare ass and I gasped.
“Do not question me. Last warning.”
“That shit hurt,” I whined.
“That’s the point.”
“That better not leave a mark.”
“And if it does?”
I look at him over my shoulder, “So you get to ask questions and I don’t?”
He raised his hand over my ass again. “Was that a question?”
I swallowed. “No, not at all.”
He chuckled. “See, you’re learning.”
Ou, if my hands weren’t tied, I’d answer.
With a swift release of the first two buttons, he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. It lands in the chair near the window.
“Remember what I said.” He dropped to his knees. “Communicate with me.”
I felt his hand go between my thighs to prop my leg up on the bed, exposing myself to his face.
“Look man, I don’t really cum off head,” I lied. I didn’t like not having agency and this no hands thing was tripping me out.
