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After a lunch with several other businessmen, Harrold had charge of a new ledger, which he worked on late into the evening. Detouring on his way home, he gave Delores the bad news.
“Both Veronica and my employer have need of me Thursday.
I will come later, but I'm sorry to say I'll be at the Baskins' party for
hours.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. She is quite selective. I will
tell her, though. Thank you for letting me know. Are you coming in?” She
stepped aside.
“I have had nothing to eat and am famished.”
Delores pursed her lips. “I might feed you, if you
earned it.”
Remembering his last exchange with the older woman, he
twitched in his pants. “What services would you require?”
“Oh, hot and dirty work.” Her eyes shone with a smile
she prevented from reaching her lips.
“I'm afraid I have no work clothes.”
“Well, then you shall simply have to shed what you
wear.” She turned her back, paced down the hall, and snapped her fingers.
Harrold dashed to her side. Veronica wouldn't miss him.
Delores led him to a door he had never been through. He
had sampled all of Delores' girls, even tested that Miranda was ready for the
life she'd entered. In all that time, he had seen every boudoir, each with
slightly different decor. Delores' room was like none of them.
“Go on,” she urged. “You won't want to ruin your
clothing. I'll fetch your food, for incentive.” She did smile and somehow made
it seem menacing.
The room was warm and cheery, very feminine with lace
and frills throughout. The girls' rooms tended to be more wood and gilding, but
here, every surface was dressed, with the exception of a bare patch of floor
where all the carpets ended, and a stretch of
wall behind it. The austerity was noteworthy against all the other furnishings.
Delores returned, the smell of hot beef and gravy
wafting to Harrold and making him salivate. He didn't notice he'd taken
position on the bare floor until she said, “Perfect.” Sliding the plate onto a
bedside table, she added, “Now kneel.”
He hesitated. For some reason his knees locked, offended
at the idea of bowing to a whore. She picked up his belt from where he'd
dropped it and lashed him on the chest with it. His member bobbed as it
hardened further. He collapsed to his knees.
“Better,” she said, dropping the belt. He started when
she closed a manacle on one of his wrists. “This is where I break the girls who
will not bend.” A second cold metal cuff followed the first. Harrold craned his
neck and saw the chains attached to the stone behind him. “I have hot and dirty
work for you.” She raised her skirts and stepped forward, pushing his head back
as her crotch smothered him. “Start working. The more you do, the more food I
will give you.”
Harrold sunk into the furred lips that covered his
mouth, puffing air through his nose. He nipped and kissed for a moment before
using his tongue. He'd rarely done this with the girls, most often sampling
them while they used their mouths on him. He wasn't practiced and Delores was
not musky and wet as the girls had been. That was quickly changing.
His cock continued to throb and longed for a hand, a
mouth or, best of all, a woman to wrap around
it. Instead, he was working to pleasure the woman he paid for sex. The irony
was not lost on him, but neither was the joy of doing it, particularly when she
took his hair in her fist, jamming him further between her legs until his
tongue was coated in her.
“Yes,” she cried at last, rocking her hips into his
chin. She stepped back and stumbled, falling to the carpet before him. He could
really see now what he had been licking and sucking just a moment ago: her dark
short curls were spread by the rich, pink skin glistening between.
He groaned, fighting the chains to touch her, to touch
himself. The smell and taste of her still filled his nostrils and mouth.
After a quick chuckle, Delores slid her ass forward,
bringing it in reach of his now dripping cock. “Time to finish the job,” she
said, grabbing his shoulders for balance while wrapping her legs around his
waist.
He pulled on the chains, wanting to hold her, to fuck
her. Instead, he was at her whim, subject to her thrusts, her time. She would
rise on her feet and bob on the barest tip of him, taunting, and then thrust
down, encasing him.
Eventually she couldn't play any longer as her slick
heat had the inevitable result. She sank down and ground her hips into his,
seeming to climax with him.
“Harry, Lynn is going to adore you.”
He dropped his head while Delores released the manacles.
“I'm sorry,” she said, lifting his chin with a finger.
“I'm sure we'll arrange something. Go on and eat.”
His frown disappeared as he sprinted to the plate,
tearing into the beef with his teeth. Delores ran a hand over his cheek.
“My poor, caged man. Lynn will free you,” she murmured,
almost too quietly for Harrold to hear. More than ever, he wished he could be
here Thursday.
