Erotic Series
Paying a Debt
Part 2 - Answering a Summons
Read Part 1 of Paying a Debt - View Through the Window or dive straight in.
Our narrator has been caught watching her neighbour’s kinky activities. Find out what happens when he invites her to join in…
Now my eyebrow is arched, and I’m juggling a feeling of indecision with lustful desire. Fuck yeah, I am interested, but watching the last three nights, I know he’s way out of my league. Not in the looks department, but in the kinky fuckery department. I will be an amateur to his baby blue eyes. That thought decides it.
“That sounds like quite the invitation, but unfortunately I have to decline. I don’t think I’m cut out for your variety of fun. Or experienced enough to keep up.”
“Don’t play shy now. I’ll take it easy on you, I promise. Scout’s honour.” Two fingers come up in the scout’s salute.
“Were you even a scout?”
“Well, no. But I have honour. Listen, you don’t have to do anything you’re hesitant about. We’ll make sure everyone knows your safeword, and you can leave at any time. I had planned a really great night, but without the third, it’s simply not possible. In return, I’ll forget that you’re a peeping Tom, and still leave my curtains open so you can watch. Plus, you owe me. Like a sexy debt, paid in sexy deeds.” He winks at this and I can’t believe I’m even considering his suggestion, but of course I am.
“What would you need me to do?” I’m aware my nerves are showing, but I’ve watched this guy before and know he won’t be easy on me, contrary to what he said. I also know he has the stamina of a prized stallion. That thought does nothing for my libido, so I push it away.
“Whatever I tell you to do. The only way it stops is if you use your safeword. I know it seems scary, but it’ll be the best time you’ve ever had, I promise.”
Am I so easy that a small promise is all it takes for me to become an eager little puppy? I am. I can almost feel my sick little puppy tail wagging.
“Okay, since you asked so nicely. I’ll do you a favor.” It sounds more salacious than I intend.
His smile is disarming, or maybe it’s the arrogance that pours from it. Either way, in for a dime, in for a dollar.
“Great. I’ll give you five minutes to be at my door. Don’t wear much. As you know, I don’t care for clothing and if you’re late, you’ll start with being punished.” The last word should have me running, but I feel my cunt clench with desire.
“Five minutes. I promise.” I say as I close the door. That smile is still on his face as it clicks into place, although I can’t tell if it’s cheerful or disguising his inner psycho.
I run upstairs to change into… something. Anything other than flannel pajamas and an old t-shirt. I decide on stripping everything and replacing it with a thin black dress that sits mid thigh. No point in wearing anything else, I know he’ll have me remove them.
I make my way to the door, trying in vain to come up with an idea to get me out of this mess. It seemed great a moment ago, but now, I’m not so sure. A promise is a promise, though. I jot a note on the pad of paper beside the phone book in the kitchen, in case I go missing, never to be seen again. And then close the front door behind me, locking it like it’s just another ordinary day.
My fist hasn’t even connected with the wooden façade on his front door before it opens. He stands confidently, completely nude.
“Come in, remove the dress and follow me, hands and knees if you please.”
So, this is how all the other women felt as they arrived at his house. Like a thing to be ordered around, used as he chooses. Again, this thought should have me running, but no, juice is leaking from my center, running down my thigh. That’s what I get for not wearing panties.
Sliding the dress over my head, I fold it neatly before placing it next to my shoes beside the door. Then I gingerly lower onto my hands and knees. The tile is cold on my bare skin and much harder than the previous women made it look. Without a word, he walks away, and I follow him into the living room.
The woman from earlier is still in place, kneeling on the floor. He’s tied her arms behind her. A strip of cotton sits snugly inside her mouth. Her eyes follow me as I trail behind him. He halts suddenly and I barely stop bumping into his gloriously naked backside.
Facing the other woman, he lowers her gag, strokes his thumb over her lips and says, “It seems we have a third for this evening after all. Are you pleased, kitten?”
The endearing term catches me off guard, although I’m unsure why. She looks at him with something akin to hunger, her irises large, lids hooded.
“Yes, Sir.” She replies reverently. A shiver rolls down my spine as the word Sir settles over the room.
“Let’s begin then.”
Walking a short distance away, he palms something small from the coffee table before he stands once more before me. With a flourish, he lets the item dangle from his pointer finger, producing a black satin blindfold.
“However, you, pussycat, need a lesson.” And with that, he slips the blindfold over my head.
To be continued…
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