What do I get out of it?
AIC
Either a fat cock in your cunt showering you with unyielding pleasure or
Me
Or?
AIC
One shoved into your ass so deep you won’t sit for a week
Me
Hmm…
AIC
Baby girl.
Me
Yes?
AIC
Which will it be?
Me
You’ll find out when you get here
On one of the dressers lies a strappy black bra and thong set. Open cup and slitted. Skin decoration, if anything. Next to them is a pair of extremely tall leather heels. And a full-length black robe. In the pocket? A silk black eye mask.
I slide into everything, the mask shoved on top of my head as a knock rattles the door. Teetering toward it on the towering shoes, I grab the handle and pull down to steady myself.
Bo, one of the giantThetafreshmen, stands stoically with his eyes cast toward the ceiling. “Follow me,” he grunts.
“Okiee dokiee.”
It occurs to me that Aiden added the robe so that his brothers wouldn’t see me wandering around in skimpy underwear. Part of me considers removing it and witnessing Aiden’s head explode when he finds out. Then I think about these gross guys and their lecherous looks and decide against it.
Clinging to Bo’s arm, I make it down the stairs, then the narrow basement steps to the dungeons. Right where I suspected he was taking me. Bo’s eyes never even look my way. Like he was commanded not to. And he follows orders well.
We reach a large room around the corner at the end of a hall. This one has a small transom window with iron bars over the glass. The door is solid. And in the middle? A complicated harness hanging from the beams with chains and fabric wraps… Aswing.
I swallow, my clit pulsing with anticipation.
When the door shuts, I flinch, then drop the robe on top of a chest in the corner. Probably with Aiden’s favorite toys inside.
I pull the mask over my eyes and kneel, as instructed. Though part of me wonders how far I can push him until he loses his cool.
It seems like ages of waiting. Every minute that passes, my breathing picks up. Pussy gets wetter. Nipples harder.
Every second without him stretches like wax under a flame. I hate it and need it in the same breath. Waiting is part of his lesson. Wanting is how he teaches me to sit inside my own hunger. To know it. To live in it.
And to like who I am in it…