Page 36 of Hard to Judge

“Seriously,” she says while still laughing so hard her luscious bottom jiggles against my still aching wand. “No offense, but I handle a pretty fantastic cock daily. What’s so great about yours?”

Hota opens his mouth. I’m sure something self-deprecating is about to spew, so I cut him off. “Show her.”

The laughter dies. The lust is back. Only, this time it’s tempered. The anger that pulsed before has been ferried to the background. I move the hair from Hailey’s neck and kiss her cheek. “She wants to see, and I want to watch you show her.”

His head shakes before I finish. “No.” My lips part, but it’s his turn to cut me off. “Take that silk off your neck and tie her hands behind her back.”

I’m tugging at the tie immediately. My heart races inside my chest, desperate to comply, afraid he'll back out if I don’t move quickly enough.

“Your days of watching are done, Arlo.” He glares. “If you want this, you participate. You stop, I stop. Got it?”

His decree washes over me like warm water. “Yes.” I nod.

“Yes, what?” he snaps.

He may as well have gripped my cock in his fist for the effect his tone has on me.

“Yes, Sir.” I slip the tie from my neck, and it hums in the air.

“Say it. So I know you know,” he demands.

“I stop, you stop.” I only pull my gaze away from him to find Hailey’s hands. When I do, my already hard cock kicks. “Fuck.” Her arms are already behind her back, opposite hand grasping her opposite elbow. “Look at that.” I tip my head for Hota to follow my gaze.

“She’s a good girl.” Hota groans, grabbing the entire half of her face in one hand.

“The best girl.” I sigh. Then I remember I have to move. I wind the silk around her forearms several times, then tie a knot tight enough to secure her but not tight enough to hurt. “Are you the best girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Follow me, and we’ll see.” Hota’s tone is skeptical. He turns and heads toward the front of the house.

Hailey complies, and I’m hot on her heels.

Hota stops in the entryway to the kitchen and turns. “Is everything turned off? Because once we start, we’re not stopping, even for a fire.”

My footsteps slow, but his words don’t compute.

“Arlo, the stove, the range, is it all off?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” I nod.

A smirk, his signature smirk tugs at his lips. “Are you hard, Arlo?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say so breathlessly that it’s almost inaudible.

“Too excited to understand the most basic of questions?”

“Yes, Sir.” I wince. “No, Sir.” My cock throbs, telling me the first answer was most accurate.

“So ready to blow you won’t be able to do your job?”

“No, Sir.” I swallow. “I’m ready.”

“For anything?” he challenges.

I see the doubt in his eyes. His doubt in me. I put it there. I’m going to have to remove it, piece by piece.

“Yes, Hota.”

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