fairness? I say, “Tie me up.”
A pair of scarves I bought in Athens serves the purpose. Ms. Masterson does the trussing. For all the emotion she shows, I might be a turkey she’s preparing for the oven. She’s good at knots. Quickly I’m under the covers beside my hotshot with my wrists tied to my ankles.
He says, “Thank you, Ms. Masterson. That will be all. Please take the wine if you’d like. And turn out the lights.”
She picks up the bottle, flips the switch, and leaves us in darkness. Medical monitors click and twinkle. The old man’s shallow breathing worries me.
I ask, “Your heart?”
He says, “Be careful not to shift the monitor. If I’m in trouble, it will signal the night duty nurse.”
I touch my forehead to his shoulder and softly kiss his wrinkled arm.
He says, “If I die with my cock in your cunt, who’d think me unlucky?”
Crude but sweet. I say, “We’ll pace ourselves.”
“How will we do anything?”
“Oh, I’m flexible.”
Over a slow hour, I show him what yoga and special workouts have done for me. I can move my bound body to where it needs to go. I suck his cock into a skinny erection, and fold my cunt around it before it can soften.
My knees bear my weight. Having my wrists attached to my ankles doesn’t keep me from bending my spine enough to rest my ear on his chest. I listen to the beat of his heart while I carefully ride him until I feel his cock spurt. I give him a coming in return. I think it might be real.
I roll off his cock and lie with my back to him and my ass snug against his hip. His palsied hand starts to travels me. I rest it on my cunt. His fingertip plays with my labia diamond.
He says, “A man gave you this.”
I say, “A former fiancé.”
He says, “I can do anything to him.”
I consider this a moment and say, “Make him a big success. Let him think he did it on his own.”
He says, “A pleasure.”
I ask, “Can I stay the night?”
“Or longer.” His finger plays with the cunt ring. “I’ll call someone to untie you.”
“Don’t.”
“What’s your real name?”
“You know.”
“Say it.”
“Laurie Deloit. And yours?”
“Charles Anders. Charlie.”
It’s not a famous name. I’d like to ask why. Or do I really want to know?
He says, “I was born modestly rich. The rest I did myself.”
In the morning I’ll be stiff, after lying tied up all night. My muscles need the discipline. This man who can have anything is going to demand constant special performance. The way I fucked him feels like the most servile and the most gracious sex I’ve ever put out. I can give him what he needs, and he can give me what I want, with no danger of falling in love.
I’m happy, compared to the emotional sinkhole I’ve lived in since Stephan dumped me. I think I’ll stay on this boat a while. Any place with a glass room feels safe.
About the Author
Valerie Herme′ grew up in working class neighborhood of a small Midwestern US city. She enlisted in the Army after 9/11, participated in the invasion of Iraq, returned home, and joined the police force. After five mostly celibate years of working night shifts and studying by day, she was able to finish her degree in finance. She took a job as an internal security officer for a bank and married her boss, a widowed banker with three young children. Her keyboard lifts her from her life of soccer games, charity board meetings, and cocktail parties.
First chapters of Valerie’s stories are available free at valerieherme.com. Visit Valerie Herme’s Erotic Writing Blog for posts from an erotic writer’s desk.
Also by Valerie Herme′ from eXtasy Books:
Mandi, contemporary romance, erotic and beyond, BDSM/bondage, ménage, m/f, f/f, m/f/f, five flames.
Clytie, contemporary romance, action, ménage, m/f, f/f, m/f/f, five flames.
The Fair Warrior Chronicles:
Book 1 Minotaur, contemporary romance, adventure, paranormal, interracial, m/f, series, four flames.
Book 2 Huntress,