Page 80 of Now and Forever

“OK, sweetheart.”

“The second game is called ‘the box of desires and punishments.’”

“That’s a very suggestive name. I think I’m going to like that one,” he says as he grabs me possessively by the waist.

I take his hands from my waist.

“Control yourself, my love. In this little box, I’ve put together five wishes and five punishments. You’ll choose one. I’ll read it, and if you don’t grant me my wish, I get to punish you.” Eric laughs. “And, for the third game, try to let yourself relax so I can do you. Just be still. What do you think?”

“Perfect,” he says happily.

“Great. If I see you’re not still, I’m going to tie you down, OK?”

Eric chuckles and nods.

“Very well, Mr. Zimmerman, the first thing I’m going to do is undress you.”

Gently, I pull off his white undershirt and black cotton pants. When I go to pull down his briefs, he’s already got a hard-on. Without saying a word, I turn on a video camera; I want him to see himself playing later. I’m sure he’s going to like it.

Once I have him nude, I pick up a feather I found. I delicately go over his neck and then down to his nipples, which get stiff on contact. The feather continues its journey down to his abs and circles his navel, and when I arrive at his penis, he moans. I go on with my fun, and minutes pass as I move the feather all over his marvelous body. Finally, he takes my hand.

“Miss Flores, I think I won. It’s been more than two minutes. Don’t cheat.” I look at the clock and realize it’s been seven minutes. Time goes by so quickly when I’m having fun with my addiction!

“You’re right, sir. What would you like me to do for you?”

He signals for me to come close with his finger. I lean down to him.

“I want you to undress, completely.”

I do as he asks.

Since he can’t see me because of the mask, he searches for me with his hands until he finds me. His hand touches my belly and then goes up to my breast. He encircles it and squeezes my nipple.

“Very well. I’ve granted your wish. Let’s go on to the next game.”

I pick up the small box where I’ve put the little folded papers and bring it to him. I guide his hand to the box.

“Pick a wish, and I’ll read it.”

Eric does as I say. I put down the box, and, making it up as I go along, I say, “I’d like a motorcycle. Does the gentleman mind if I bring mine from Spain?” His face changes.

“Yes, I mind. I don’t want you to kill yourself.”

That makes me laugh. But I don’t want to argue with him. “Very well, Mr. Zimmerman,” I quickly say. “Since you’re not going to grant my wish, you’ll have to choose a punishment.”

He grins and chooses a small folded piece of paper.

“Your punishment for not granting my wish is to remain perfectly still, not touching me, as I do whatever I want to your body.”

He nods. I know my bringing up the motorcycle has put a bit of a damper on things, but this way I’ll have a better sense of what he’s thinking when I bring home his sister’s motorcycle.

Using a brush and liquid chocolate, I begin to paint his body. The video camera is still recording, and Eric smiles when I paint chocolate circles around his nipples. After that, I make a path surrounding his abs, through his navel, and finish off in his obliques. I dip the brush in the chocolate and come to his steely cock. He squirms. I paint him very gently and take note of his restlessness. His impatience. Once I put the brush down, my mouth goes to his nipples, and I suck them. I savor the chocolate mixed with his own delicious flavor. I’m delighted. I follow the path I’ve staked out, bringing my tongue down to his abs, and Eric tries to touch me. I grab his hands and pull them off me. “No ... no ... no ... you can’t touch me. Don’t forget that!”

“I need you.”

Ignoring him, I cover his navel with my tongue, and then I eagerly suck his obliques. When my tongue touches his penis and I engulf it with my mouth, he finally gasps. My tongue relishes all the parts I know drive him crazy over and over. His muscles contract. I sweetly surround his penis and cautiously nibble him the way I like. I stay there a little longer until he clearly can’t take it anymore.

“End of the line, sweetheart. Now fuck me.”

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