Handsome and Greta (Seven Ways to Sin 3)

“Here you go.” I took a seat next to her and watched her wipe the cum off her chest. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away with my character.”

She tossed the towel off to the side then put her index fingers on either side of her mouth and said, “Ouch.”

“The chain hurt?” I asked.

She nodded. “Just a little.”

I leaned over and planted two soft kisses on either side of her mouth. “You know, it might take a little practice before we get it just right - the right kind of action, believable yet without doing you real harm.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A little practice?”

I ran my hand down her chest, her stomach, past her crotch, and down her legs, following with my eyes. “Maybe a lot of practice,” I said almost to myself.

She lifted her leg, bending at the knee, and turned it to the side to inspect it. “I’m going to have welts all over my leg.”

“Perfect,” I said. “That way the models will know you’re mine.” I slapped her ass. “In case they get any ideas.”

She chuckled. “The only ideas my models are likely to get are hair care tips and opinions on moisturizers.”

While I was unfastening the chains and putting them back on top of the cages, Greta stood and stretched. “Speaking of models,” she said, “I’d better get back before the others know I’m gone.”

“You sure?” I said. “You can stay here tonight, go back in the morning.” As soon as the words had left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. Not only did it come across as a little needy, but the workshop was not a nice place to sleep in. The mattress wasn’t exactly comfortable, and it got quite cold in the night.

“Thanks, but I’d rather not have to explain my absence. You understand?”

I didn’t - not entirely - but I didn’t want to get into the specifics. “Sure. I was just offering.”

She slipped back into her clothes. I laid myself down on the mattress. I hated getting dressed after sex, preferring instead to sprawl out naked until clothes were absolutely necessary.

I watched her without saying a word. Images of our adventure together played back in my mind. I saw her helping me with my costume, saw her getting into hers, saw the hesitation in her eyes as we went over the script, saw her chained up bound to me, saw me fucking her.

“What are you smiling at?” she asked.

“I was just thinking.”

“‘bout what?”

“About tying you up and smashing that fine ass of yours one more time.”

“This fine ass,” she gave herself a light spank, “is going to need some time to recover.” She knelt, picked the devil mask off the floor, and walked back over to me. She looked at the mask then at me. “You make a nice devil, Jake.”

I took the mask from her and tossed it onto the mattress. Then I took her by the waist and pulled her to me. “And you, Greta, make a nice slave.”

She lowered her head and made a bashful flutter of her eyelashes. “I have other talents, too.”

I pulled her closer to me still and ran my hand up her side, feeling her ribs with my thumb then the contour of her breasts then I caressed her cheek. “I’m sure you do. I’m sure you do.”

“I’m a good actress,” she said. “For a second there, I thought you might have believed that I actually wanted you to let me go.”

I shook my head. “Didn’t even give it a thought.”

“How devilish of you.”

I shrugged. “Just playing my role. I’m actually an angel.”

She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

“Speaking of roles,” I said, “why don’t we have a look at the job offers? We can explore your ‘talents’. I’m thinking you’d make a good prisoner.”

“Or prison guard,” she said.

I chuckled. “I need money, but I’m not letting you tie me up and whip me.” I took her hand and led her towards the laptop.

She resisted. “I really do need to get back.”

I let go of her hand and looked at her from over my shoulder. Impossible to get a good read on what she was thinking, how she was feeling. Maybe she just came by for a good time. We had a good time. And that’s that. Perhaps it’s better that way.

I nodded. “Maybe another time.”

“Maybe.”

12

Greta

Even though it was a relatively short walk back to the lodge—one I had done a few times over the last few days—I took a wrong turn and nearly got lost. My mind was all over the place.

Half of my thoughts were reliving the exciting experience I’d just had, the other half was giddy in anticipation of the conversation I knew I’d be having with Bonita. None of my thoughts were on where I was walking.