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I take the pose she’s asked for—as well as I can, given my “small feature” continues to prove itself anything but.
“Can you …?” Catherine points to my cock then motions her hand downward a few times.
I know what she wants me to do, but waving her hand at it just makes it rise more, as if trying to formally introduce itself. I’m not embarrassed, but I am uncomfortable and don’t expect she was going for aPlaygirlversion of the drawing.
“Fuck.” I drop my arms and palm my cock. “Sorry, there’s only one way to deal with this.” I nod my head toward her bathroom. “Back in five.”
She blocks my path and catches my free hand then presses her thumb into my palm.
“I bet I can think of at least three other ways to—”
“Catherine, there is only one way and Reiki or massage or whatever it is you’re doing is not going to help.” I grimace. The hard-on is painful now. “You’re actually making it worse.”
“Take my bet, Eric.” Catherine drops my hand and presses her warm palm against my naked chest.
My grip tightens around my length and I can’t help it—I stroke myself. I’m starting to see stars. “Unless you plan to let me fuck you, there is only one way I know to deal with this. Move.”
Instead of moving, Catherine drops to her knees. With one hand she grabs my ass. The other she wraps around mine, moving with my strokes.
Then she loosens her grip, looks up at me and says, “Arms outstretched, raised at your shoulders.”
I start the motion and then stop. It’s my turn to be the boss.
“Not unless you win the bet.”
She’s laughing as she takes me in her mouth. I wrap my fingers in her hair, but leave her in full control of her movements. She hums around my cock, kneads my ass, and like some thirteen-year-old wanker with aPenthousemagazine, I lose all control and come in under a minute.
This woman will be my undoing.
10
CATHERINE
This man will bemy undoing.
I’m hornier now than I was mid-shower.
I can barely catch my breath since my pelvic floor muscles are vibrating like leaves in the wind.
I can’t look at Eric since I know my eyes are pleading. And I am not going to beg, not even silently.
This is it. Moment of truth.
Please goddess, let him do the right thing.
Eric lowers his hand from the crown of my head to my neck. He’s gentle but firm in his communication. He wants me to stand. Fine. I can stand. But I will not make eye contact.
He tilts my chin up so the only way not to look at him would be to close my eyes. That would be silly.
We stare at each other for many jagged breaths.
“You didn’t give me a chance to negotiate the terms of our bet. You played dirty.” He smirks. “I’ll accept the loss, but not the consequences.”
NowIneed five minutes alone in the bathroom.
“Eric—”
“You just took advantage of a helpless nude model whose only crime was finding you distractingly, disturbingly, desirably attractive.”
