Tormented

Someone knocked on the door.

“Being used,” he called out.

Holy shit.

She was sucking harder, her cheeks caved in from the force. Her tongue scraped the underside of his shaft with every bob of the head. She tried taking him deeper of her own accord. With her right hand, she grabbed his bollocks, tugging them just enough to create discomfort.

Fucking marvelous.

While holding her head so she couldn’t retreat, he pistoned his hips. For the most part, she was able to keep up, and yanked his scrotum if he made her gag.

Another knock at the door interrupted his rhythm.

“Piss off!” he returned.

He slammed his hips at Kimani. She squeezed his balls and sucked like she was trying to take his cock off.

He exploded into her mouth, shuddering and bucking, grunting and roaring. She swallowed his cum to prevent it from spilling onto herself or the floor.

“That’s it, pet, lick it all off,” he said with a ragged breath as a final violent tremor shot through him.

Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath. Fuck, that was bloody good.

“Master?”

After replacing his cock and zipping up, he took out a small key and unlocked the chastity belt. She looked at him, waiting.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asked.

“Why should I?”

She frowned but sat herself on the toilet. Laying the belt over his shoulder, he watched as she relieved herself. When she was done, she went to wash her hands. He barely waited for her to dry them before grabbing her and pinning her face-forward into the wall with her wrists above her head. Pressing her in place with his body, he released one of her wrists, then reached around and under her skirt.

“How’s my pussy?” he murmured against her braids.

His digits slid between her folds, then fondled her clitoris. She moaned.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, using her free hand to push herself away from the wall.

“It’s no fun putting on a chastity belt if your pussy isn’t dripping wet. And because you gave such great head, I might let you come.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Her body was responding already to his caresses. Would it always? Would she never gain control?

“Seriously?” she half-whimpered. “There are people who need to use this bathroom.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to come?”

No! I do want to come. Make me come...

“Yes...that’s what I’m saying.”

He slowed his stroking of her clit, then withdrew altogether. With his body no longer pressed against her, she was able to take a breath, albeit a shaky one. He took the chastity belt off his shoulder. She groaned, not wanting to put that thing back on again. But she didn’t have much of a choice. So she lifted the skirt and allowed him to wrap the belt about her and lock it in place.

When they exited, they had to walk past three people waiting in line. Kimani felt her face burning and couldn’t wait to get out of the coffee shop. Now she would never be able to look at a coffee shop restroom the same way again.

“Uncle Gordon,” Ben said into his cell when they had stepped outside. His face darkened, but his tone was light when he spoke. “Meeting was fine. Just one of several Dawson and I will have.”