I try with everything inside me to control my facial expressions, trying not to show the shock on my face. I could have sworn with absolute certainty that a man like him would ask for a blowjob. My mind scrambles, trying to bargain for a lesser evil as images of him buried between my thighs assault my brain.
“F-fingering only,” I stutter out desperately.
Graham tuts his tongue, removing his hand from my jaw and stepping a full pace back, treating the conversation like it’s over. “I either eat you, or William stays my personal playtoy.”
Okay. It seems I can’t bargain my way out of this trap.
“Fine,” I pout. “But you need to give me your word. You’ll leave William alone, give him his job back,andgive him a raise.”
The moment William’s name leaves my tongue again, Graham’s expression darkens.
“I’ll give you my word... if you say:‘I’ll let you eat what’s yours between my legs, Graham.’”
I flush fifty different shades of pink, red, and deep purple. “W-what? I—”
“Tick-tock, tick-tock,” he grumbles.
“I’ll let you eat what’s yours between my legs, Graham,” I whisper under my breath.
Graham smirks and shoves his thumb between my lips, forcing me to suck on it. “Then you have my word.”
He immediately moves to drop to his knees to claim his prize, but I slam my hands against his chest. “No! Only after you fulfill your promise first!”
Graham scowls down at me. “And how do I know you’re not going to try to back out of this?”
I swallow the lump of shame in my throat. I stand up on my shaking legs, and reach beneath my dress. I hook my fingers into my soaked panties and slide them down my thighs. I step out of them and thrust them directly into his large hand.
“Here. See?” I gasp out, my face burning.
Without a single second of hesitation, he raises my wet panties to his face. He presses the fabric against his nose and mouth, rubbing them all over his dark beard. I want to literally dissolve and become one with the floorboards.
His voice drips with a euphoric rush. “You’ve got a fucking deal, little flower.”
He stuffs the wet crotch of my panties directly into his mouth, making out with it.
Lord, please give me strength not to give in to this man.
15
Graham
Iam a man of my word.
Despite how much I want to find this pathetic William and tear him apart piece by piece, bit by bit, before hanging him on a spike to bleed out in the sun… he served a benefit to me. He bought me the right to taste my woman’s cunt. In retrospect, this is the smartest possible outcome. I perform a favor for my little flower, all while she knows that if she ever talks to that bastard again, this deal is off. I will personally cut his fucking head off.
And that is exactly how I end up standing over her, watching her send the text with trembling fingers:“I’m fine, William. Thank you for everything. Don’t worry, I’m okay, and you will be too. Stay safe! Talk soon! PS: Congrats on the raise.”
A hard vein in my eye keeps twitching until she finally puts the phone away, looking up at me like a terrified deer caught in headlights.
It is time to collect my prize: the taste of her cunt. She teased me with it yesterday until I panted like a dog, sucking the last traces of her sweet juices from the crotch of those tiny panties. Now I get to taste it straight from the source.
“Um… um, thank you, I guess,” she stammers.
I stifle a laugh.“You’re welcome, little flower.”
She swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room.“Well… if it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, so I shouldn’t really be thanking you.”
She is rambling because she’s awkward.
