Page 41 of My Skin Begs You Please

“It’s the only reason I’m meeting up with you.” Minty laughed again. There was a bitter tinge to it. “I mean, you’re really hot, and I think I could probably fall in love with the way your smile is kinda crooked on your face, and how you laugh, and how pretty your eyes are. All of you, really. But, like I said, those aren’t the reasons I’m seeing you. If you aren’t going to actually make me suffer, I can always get other hot guys to do the job.”

I clucked my tongue, watching the girls gasp over the newestshelf of vibrators. “You’re really tempting fate here, you realize.”

“And you’re fate?”

“I am.”

Minty whispered, “Good.

Tension rushed through the line, thick and hot, making my cock grow half-hard and my face flush. I glanced at the posse of girls, who were now holding up an enormous dildo. I whispered, “We’re still on for tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anything at all on that list of kinks you signed off on that you’d like to rescind consent to now? Aside from the hard boundary you already expressed last time?”

Minty breath came more quickly over the line. “No.”

“So…anything’s fair game?”

“Anything at all, Sir.”

My cock throbbed to full hardness at his throaty use of my title. “You’ll keep your hands to yourself tonight and tomorrow, got it? No jerking off, no playing with that hole of yours, and no one else touches them either.”

“Of course not. I promised. No one fucks me but you. I signed the contracts.”

“Who does your dick belong to?” I gritted out, my own cock thudding with blood.

His breath came over the line, heavy and hard. “You, Sir.”

“And that sweet hole?”

“You, Sir.”

I grinned and licked my lips. “You’re already in love with this game, aren’t you?”

“I’m in love with a lot of things,” Minty murmured. “My friends all say I fall in love every day.” He paused. “Or I did. Before.”

I closed my eyes, imagining him on the ground at my feet, hissweet mouth open and his tongue out. “I’m going to teach you to love pain so much you can’t tell the difference between it and pleasure.”

“Or the difference between pain and love?” He said it with a sarcastic slide that made me smile. He was such a masochist, and the sadist in me was roused by that.

At the same time, best to nip this in the bud.

“Love comes in a lot of forms; some of those are painful. But there’s a difference between abuse and the fun kind of pain.”

“Oh, no. Is this a lecture? I’ve already had one of those today from my friend.”

“Well, you’re a very naughty boy, so I bet you need a lecture several times a day.” I watched as Terry put the copy ofHustlerdown on the rack, and then moseyed on out the door, leaving me alone in the shop with the college girls.

“Lectures don’t do it for me, Sir. Spankings? Yes. Those clothespins you hurt me with? Yes. But they aren’t enough. So, what’s next? What are you going to do now to keep me in line?”

“Do you really want to know? Or do you want it to be a surprise?”

“This one!” a girl said, holding up an enormous, purple dinosaur-dong novelty dildo. “Let’s buy this one. She’ll love it.”

“She’ll choke on it!” another cried.

“It doesn’t go in her mouth, dummy. It goes in her pussy.”

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