touch my cock. Suck the tip.”
Instead of asking outright for the letter, she approached him, and got down on her knees. Not touching him yet, she looked up and raised her brows.
Sounding flustered, impatient, Brent told her the next letter was E .
Good as her word, she slipped one hand between his legs to trace her index finger lightly over his balls. With her other hand, she grasped his shaft, firm and commanding the way Derek did it, and lowered her head.
Brent made an odd sort of sound, part laugh, part groan, part growl when she stuck out just the tip of her tongue and flicked at him. His whole body jerked with the contact, and seemed to expand. Air swelled his chest, every muscle in his legs seized, and his back arched as if he could strain forward and thrust into her mouth.
She drew back. Ordinarily she might allow the client to steer through a scene like this, but she was supposed to maintain some semblance of control, wasn’t she?
Brent relaxed back into the chair once more. She began anew with her mouth, licking, kissing, teasing his tip. He let his head fall back and for this small surrender, she cupped his balls more firmly, stroking and massaging.
This won another long moan. She kept up the massage but lifted her head. “What’s the next letter, Brent?”
“No. I want something else for the next letter.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to untie my feet. And then for the fourth letter, you go stand by that table and bend over.”
No one had said anything about untying the client. Probably nothing wrong with it, and she understood where he was headed. He wanted to fuck her for the fifth and final letter.
“Okay,” she told him. “Give me the next two letters.”
He gave her X and A . The code was more than likely TEXAS , so she already had what she’d come for, but they had a deal. She had to hold up her end of the bargain.
She transferred her attention to the ankle restraints, freeing one leg and then the other. A few steps later she bent over the gunmetal-gray table, tilting her pelvis down, spreading, inviting him to take what he wanted in exchange for the final letter of the code.
Brent had trouble balancing as he tried to rise from the chair with his hands still bound. He finally managed, and was on his way to her when the door opened behind him.
Derek. He looked and sounded irate. “You take one more step toward her, you’re finished.”
Amanda didn’t understand. Why had he interrupted? They’d had a deal. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s lying, is what’s wrong. He’s giving us fake code. Get your ass back in that chair, Brent.”
Brent looked honestly startled, and stumbled a couple steps sideways.
Derek grabbed him by the elbows and hauled him back to the chair. Even though Amanda knew he was only playacting, she still jumped when Derek levered the chair over backward. He dropped Brett right along with it until their client lay stunned, staring at the ceiling, unharmed but definitely manhandled while Derek replaced the restraints.
To her, he said, “Stay where you are. Stay exactly like that.”
She did as he asked, too surprised at the turn this fantasy had taken to do much else while Derek hefted the chair and Brett upright once more. He wrenched them a few degrees clockwise to face the table.
“Here’s what happens when you lie,” Derek said. “I take the reward for myself.”
Amanda found herself under siege a moment later. Derek got to his knees behind her and grabbed onto her buttocks, tilting her pelvis down even farther. With his thumbs, he pulled her cunt lips apart to insert his tongue, hard and deep, into her pussy.
She closed her eyes and inhaled, falling under a dazed veil like someone expecting chaff and getting ambrosia instead. Derek, on his part, went completely over the top exacting his revenge. He tongued her anus and pinched her clit. He banged her with those long fingers, putting on a long, gratuitous show for Brent.
By the time Derek
Instead of asking outright for the letter, she approached him, and got down on her knees. Not touching him yet, she looked up and raised her brows.
Sounding flustered, impatient, Brent told her the next letter was E .
Good as her word, she slipped one hand between his legs to trace her index finger lightly over his balls. With her other hand, she grasped his shaft, firm and commanding the way Derek did it, and lowered her head.
Brent made an odd sort of sound, part laugh, part groan, part growl when she stuck out just the tip of her tongue and flicked at him. His whole body jerked with the contact, and seemed to expand. Air swelled his chest, every muscle in his legs seized, and his back arched as if he could strain forward and thrust into her mouth.
She drew back. Ordinarily she might allow the client to steer through a scene like this, but she was supposed to maintain some semblance of control, wasn’t she?
Brent relaxed back into the chair once more. She began anew with her mouth, licking, kissing, teasing his tip. He let his head fall back and for this small surrender, she cupped his balls more firmly, stroking and massaging.
This won another long moan. She kept up the massage but lifted her head. “What’s the next letter, Brent?”
“No. I want something else for the next letter.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to untie my feet. And then for the fourth letter, you go stand by that table and bend over.”
No one had said anything about untying the client. Probably nothing wrong with it, and she understood where he was headed. He wanted to fuck her for the fifth and final letter.
“Okay,” she told him. “Give me the next two letters.”
He gave her X and A . The code was more than likely TEXAS , so she already had what she’d come for, but they had a deal. She had to hold up her end of the bargain.
She transferred her attention to the ankle restraints, freeing one leg and then the other. A few steps later she bent over the gunmetal-gray table, tilting her pelvis down, spreading, inviting him to take what he wanted in exchange for the final letter of the code.
Brent had trouble balancing as he tried to rise from the chair with his hands still bound. He finally managed, and was on his way to her when the door opened behind him.
Derek. He looked and sounded irate. “You take one more step toward her, you’re finished.”
Amanda didn’t understand. Why had he interrupted? They’d had a deal. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s lying, is what’s wrong. He’s giving us fake code. Get your ass back in that chair, Brent.”
Brent looked honestly startled, and stumbled a couple steps sideways.
Derek grabbed him by the elbows and hauled him back to the chair. Even though Amanda knew he was only playacting, she still jumped when Derek levered the chair over backward. He dropped Brett right along with it until their client lay stunned, staring at the ceiling, unharmed but definitely manhandled while Derek replaced the restraints.
To her, he said, “Stay where you are. Stay exactly like that.”
She did as he asked, too surprised at the turn this fantasy had taken to do much else while Derek hefted the chair and Brett upright once more. He wrenched them a few degrees clockwise to face the table.
“Here’s what happens when you lie,” Derek said. “I take the reward for myself.”
Amanda found herself under siege a moment later. Derek got to his knees behind her and grabbed onto her buttocks, tilting her pelvis down even farther. With his thumbs, he pulled her cunt lips apart to insert his tongue, hard and deep, into her pussy.
She closed her eyes and inhaled, falling under a dazed veil like someone expecting chaff and getting ambrosia instead. Derek, on his part, went completely over the top exacting his revenge. He tongued her anus and pinched her clit. He banged her with those long fingers, putting on a long, gratuitous show for Brent.
By the time Derek
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