House Call (Hideaway) Read Free Page B

her
body a testament to his mastery over her responses. ‘No. I still don’t know why
you’re testing me, and until I do, I’m afraid I can’t allow you to come.’
    She
looked up at him, annoyance hard on the heels of frustration at the game he was
playing; the stakes were higher than he knew. She was going to have to hold
out, and he was going to make her pay for it. ‘Please.’ The desperate plea was
out before she could censor herself, but it came out as unintelligible noise.
Drool ran down her cheek.
    He
took some tissues from the backpack, and wiped her face.
    ‘Ready
to talk?’
    She
froze.
    ‘I
didn’t think so.’ He took her hand and brought it to wrap around his straining
erection. ‘Well, no reason both of us should suffer, so let’s have you jerk me
off.’
    She
shook her head. If she wasn’t coming, neither was he. She withdrew her hand and
shoved it beneath her.
    He
seized her wrist, and though she fought, he dragged it out from underneath her.
He took a tube of lubricant out of the bag and squeezed a big dollop into her
hand, then folded her fingers into a fist so that her whole hand was coated in the
stuff. He forced her hand open, and brought it back to his swollen cock.
‘Gently, now,’ he warned. His hand closed hers around the hot, thick length,
and she moaned.
    So
did he.
    He
guided her movements; slowly at first, but soon he had their sticky hands
twisting and pumping him far more violently than she would have dared on her
own. The wet sound of lubricant on skin filled the room as he jerked himself to
a furious peak. On impulse, she reached up with her free hand, notched the tip
of her index finger into his slit, and pressed inwards.
    He
gasped, and she smiled inasmuch as the gag allowed, enjoying what little power
he granted her.
    His
eyes followed her finger as she put it into her mouth, alongside the gag.
    Suddenly
his face contorted, his penis seemed to momentarily grow even longer and
thicker, and then he was coming, hot spurts spattering her stomach and chest.
She took quick, deep pulls at the fake cock in her mouth, as though he could
somehow feel it and prolong his orgasm. So that she could see his penis
erupting just for her. So that she could watch the agonised pleasure on his
face in delighted fascination, and feel the straining of his powerful body as
he emptied himself onto her.
    He
reached around the back of her head and unbuckled the gag. Her hands flew up to
tear it away. He stopped her.
    ‘No.
That’s for me to do,’ he said, and gently pulled the rubber cock from her
mouth. He looked at her carefully. ‘If I were to go down on you, do you think
you could come within forty seconds?’
    She
nodded eagerly. She’d be lucky to make ten seconds.
    He
grinned. ‘I think so too. Shame we won’t be finding out anytime soon.’
    She
let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I can take care of it myself, Sir,’ she said. ‘In
fact, I usually do.’
    He
met her challenging look with his own. ‘You’re in enough trouble. I strongly
advise you not to make it worse.’
    His
cum was still warm on her skin when he moved off of her legs and stood, grabbed
her hands, and helped her up.
     ‘Pull
up your shorts,’ he said. He grabbed something from the backpack and shoved it
in his pocket. He tucked his sticky, softening cock back into his jeans.
    So
he really wasn’t going to help her out now. Her head spun with the movement and
frustration.
    ‘Where’s
your bathroom?’ he said.
    ‘Down
there, first on the left,’ she said, perhaps a little grumpily. He looked at
her levelly. Oops. She nodded to the hallway, thinking he needed to use it.
    ‘Let’s
go.’ He smiled. ‘If you’ll pardon the pun.’
    *
    His
hand in the small of her back propelled her down the hall. He flicked on the
bathroom light, and graciously didn’t comment on the mess.
    ‘Let’s
see if you can go with me here,’ he said. ‘I know you’re a little out of
practice.’
    He
was referring to the time