Tie Me Up - S01 E08

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Tie Me Up - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

I don't like to share

He hears the satisfying answer and presses my head down unceremoniously on his crotch.

His cock is already hard and swollen. I take his cock in my mouth and hear a low moan come from him.

" Merde......"

Sebastian speaks French when he's excited about sex and this is the first time I've ever known it.

He calls out my name like a spell.

I run the tip of my tongue up the raised veins on his cock, licking repeatedly, then sending the head of the cock into the bottom of my throat.

I repeat my previous routine of finger fucking, and this time it is a real blow job.

He clearly can't resist my moves and finally shoots all his cum into my mouth after a muffled roar.

"Andrea, Andrea, what am I going to do with you?"

I tilt my head back and hook the remnants of cum with the tip of my tongue into my mouth in front of him, sucking my fingers teasingly.

"That was my first service. Are you satisfied?"

"Couldn't be better."

I stand up and he hugs me. It felt like having a universe.

I take a shower afterward, washing off all the bodily fluids and stains from my body, including some bad memories from the past.

By the time I go out, Sebastian is sitting on the bed waiting for me. He had ordered a nice dinner from the hotel and the food is neatly listed on the plate.

Steak, ham, salad ...... I gulp a little as I look at the rich splendor of food in front of me.

He grins, "I thought you'd be hungry, so I ordered you a dinner first ...... to get some energy."

"It's you who should get your strength back. I don't have as much to lose as you do." I sit bolt upright on the bed and take a hard bite of my dinner bun.

"Really, I thought you'd lost a lot too. After all, I just got my hands all wet." He winks.

"Did I? That's only half as much as I usually do." I put on a bold face, "If it was usual, we'd probably need to change the sheets by now. But after all, this is a deal, and I think I'd rather not get so into it."

"What a loud mouth, well next time we could try it out in the wild, it might turn you on more."

"Is that from your experience?"

"No, it's from what I know about you." He points to the clear floor-to-ceiling window and I understand immediately.

"Fuck you!" I blush and smash a bite of my dinner bun into his face, which he deftly dodges.

"Is this how you treat your guests?" Instead of getting angry, he laughs, seeming to find my reaction cute, "I've never seen a prostitute with such poor after-sales service."

"So what am I supposed to do?" I toss him a wink, pick up a piece of steak with my delicate fork and bring it to his mouth, saying in a warm, soft accent, "Shall I feed you a bite?"

He takes a bite of the steak I'm offering and smiles, "That smells good."

I am not impressed, "The restaurant here is three Michelin stars, of course, it makes a good tomahawk steak."

His arm goes around my chest and he buries his face in my neck with a muffled laugh as I enjoy my meal.

"I mean, here, it smells so good."

"Nice and soft and makes you want to commit a crime." He says.

I turn red and try to grab his hand that's wandering towards my breast, "I'm hungry, please let me eat before I play."

He pinches my soft breasts and shakes his head. "Play while you eat, or ...... I'll feed you in another way."

"Pervert!"

I laugh and grab his hand to resist him as he backhanded me and tackles my arm to pin me down under him.

In the struggle, the yogurt from the cup tumbles onto my body and he watches the milky liquid slowly trickle down towards my belly and kisses it without a word.

Sebastian drives me home. He parks under my flat.

The night brings a cool breeze that rustles the trees on both sides of the road. In the distance, tattered rubbish bags hung from the treetops, struggling and swaying in the cold wind.

Golden leaves pile up on the pavement, looking like a silent black sea tide at night. One or two homeless people are scattered on the steps in front of the flats, their bodies being covered by the tide.

Sebastian scans the pale streetscape and frowns, "Is this the kind of place you live in?"

"I don't see what's wrong with this place." I bristle, showing my disinterest in what he's fussing about.

"It looks very unsafe here. There ......" he points to the drunks and sleeping homeless people on the street, "those people ...... could be some potential threat. When you're walking down the street alone in the middle of the night, they could come at you at any moment."

My body twitches, with the uncomfortable feeling of being detected. He is right. This had happened to me once not too long ago. But I don't want him to interfere that much yet; it is my own life, after all.

"Don't judge people by their appearance so much," I interrupt, "they're just displaced, but that doesn't make them bad people."

"Besides, I've lived here for a long time and I've never met an attack."

He gives me a look and the knot in his throat moves as if to say something, "OK. But if you get into trouble, you must call me."

He takes my phone, enters his number, and sets it as a quick dial number.

I watch as he completes the series of actions, retrieves my phone, and sighs, "There's no need to be so nervous, I'm an adult, I know how to protect myself."

"From what happened today, you don't seem to know."

"It was just an accident. I didn't communicate in advance."

"What would have happened to you if I hadn't shown up?" He purses his lips with a slightly serious expression as if to remind me that I'm taking a desperate risk.

"I would have been raped by two strong men? Blackmailed? Splitting a corpse? Well, either way, thanks for today."

He glances at me, "You're welcome, but that's not what I wanted to hear."

Uh...... I scratch my hair in thought and say, "Okay, there won't be the next time."

He sniffs and suddenly presses himself upon my body, his gaze cold as ice, and whispers sternly, "No next time."

"Andrea, I mean it."

My breath caught, and the scent of him makes me a bit horny.

"But ...... I promised you to be your whore, you didn't say it was an exclusive agreement."

He ruffles the hair on my forehead to avoid them sticking in my eyes, his movements seem to revert to being as gentle as they were in the hotel room earlier, and even his voice softens.

"Andrea, I don't like to share."

"Especially you."

He gently drops a kiss on my lips, capturing my heart.

By the time he releases me, I'm on cloud nine, a little dizzy and a little anxious.

"I promise you, it won't happen again." To reassure him even more, I make out a vow to God.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Satisfied, he put his hands back on the steering wheel and seems ready to go.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and ask him tentatively, "Do you want to go upstairs for a drink?"

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes seeming to have rivers of stars in them, the darkness obscuring a few of his smiles, "Baby, it's easy for you to get me up there, not so easy to get down."

I pretend not to understand the meaning of his words and whisper a goodbye, "Good night."

"Good night."

The wheels reel in the leaves and I stand in front of my flat watching the McLaren go away, fading to the end of the road.

To tell the truth, today is a dream for me.

I walk up the steps, reaching for my keys when I suddenly feel something hard in my pocket.

I pull it out and there it is -- a black bank card!

Thank you, Sebastian. I roll my eyes mentally, if Forbes had some kind of prostitute wealth list, I would currently be firmly in the winner's seat.

I am just about to pull out my phone to send him a message when he passes me a text message.

"The password is your birthday. Once again, good night, baby."