I squeeze her ass tighter and bite her neck and Mallory tenses up and drags her nails into my flesh. She throws her head back and screams for me, screams my name, screams gibberish, I don’t know. I’m too busy watching her come apart on my cock, her face flushed, her breathing hard, before she collapses onto me and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
I hold her tight as she comes down and rides out the final waves of her orgasm in tiny shudders and soft sighs. Her breathing returns to normal in a few seconds and she starts giggling against me.
“What, exactly, is so funny?” My hard dick finds nothing amusing about its condition right now.
“I can’t remember the last time I did that,” she laughs.
Wrapping my hands under her ass, I stand up, taking her with me, and then dump her off onto the loveseat. Looking down, my grey sweats are soaked and the purple head of my dick is staring at me over the waistband. Lying on the loveseat with her skirt still around her waist, Mallory starts laughing hysterically.
“I’m glad you find this so entertaining,” I wave to my very unsatisfied dick.
She sits up and stares at her handy work, “Let me take care of that.”
“Get rid of him Mallory, I’m warning you.” I point at her and turn to find a clean pair of gym shorts in my suitcase. From the bathroom, as I change, I can still hear her giggling. I think about quickly taking care of the ache in my balls, but I still have some sense of pride.
“I think I kind of like this, Lennox,” she calls from the loveseat.
“I bet you do,” I call back, splashing cold water over my face.
“You can be my sexual servant, my dick-on-demand!”
Staring at myself in the mirror, I don’t know how I’ve lost the upper hand here, but I sure as hell have. China cannot come soon enough, “I’ll give you dick on demand,” I mumble to myself.
Coming out of the bathroom I make my way to the phone by the bed and call room service. If my dick is going to be miserable tonight, at least my stomach can be happy. I order a burger and fries for Mallory, always a safe bet, and whatever kind of grilled chicken and vegetable dish the kitchen can concoct for me.
“Rather presumptuous of you to assume what I want to eat,” Mallory smirks as I return to the loveseat.
“Really? You’re going to complain?” I wave at her, her face still flush and her body slumped with contentment.
“Nope, no complaints. Just like to argue with you,” she smirks and pokes me in the side with her toe.
“Do not argue with me, Mallory. My balls cannot take anymore.” I find the television remote on the table between our cardboard boxes and click the TV on. “Get back to mailing,” I toss an envelope at her in jest.
“Yes, boss,” she teases and tries to run her foot up my side before I slap it away.
I will remember this. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’ll pay for this. Never in my life has an evening with a woman ended with me refusing to fuck her. I’m the dominant one, I call the shots. The hell is happening to me?
What do you want to watch?” I ask her, scanning through channels.
“Any horror movies on?”
“Mmm, let’s see. You like scary movies?”
She nods. “The campier, the better. Halloween is my favorite holiday. What’s Halloween like in Scotland?” The mindless chitchat is a nice distraction from plotting all the things I’m going to do to her in China.
“Well, there was no trick-or-treating when I was a kid, I was so jealous of you Americans for that. But some of the towns would have a giant bonfire and we’d still dress up. Mum would find the biggest turnips she could for us to carve.”
“You carve turnips?”
“Aye. Put a little candle in them and set them about to keep the spirits away.”
“That sounds fun.”
I find some old horror movie on tv, the only one I can find in English, and Mallory goes back to ripping envelopes open and telling me who to make autographs out to.
“There’s a tradition, too. Two lovers would put nuts into the bonfire. If the nuts burned quietly, they’d be happy forever. If the nuts crackled or broke open, the couple would be doomed.”
“Maybe we should put some nuts in a fire and see what happens,” she jokes.