“You got someplace to be and so do I,” he said and closed the door.

“You’re not married, are you?” I try to stay away from the married ones, especially the ones that have kids. I grew up without my father being a part of my life, much less, even knowing who he was. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of that for anybody.

“No, I just got somebody just like you who is expecting me,” he said. I was waiting for him to say “So can we get on with it,” but he didn’t. He walked up to me and tried to kiss me. I turned my head.

I don’t like kissing a man that I’m about to kill. Kissing to me is more personal, I thought and had to laugh at myself. I’ll suck a man’s dick until my jaws hurt, but I won’t kiss him. Sometimes my logic escapes me. “Why don’t you go and lay down,” I said, and gently slid the handcuff off his dick. Then I stroked it a few times to get the feel of it. He had a good size dick. Not too big that it would gag me and not too small that I wanted to laugh in his face.

I thought back to one of the few men that I let live. We had gone through the preliminaries and we were in the room when he whipped it out. It was so small I could barely see it from where I was standing. I giggled and took a couple of steps closer.

“What?” he asked. Like he didn’t already know.

I pointed at it. “You’re dick,” I said and giggled again. “It’s—it’s—it’s so small,” I said and busted out laughing. I mean, I fell on the bed laughing my ass off, laughing. I’m talking about laughing so hard that tears came to my eyes. Then I stopped and wiped away the tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at your little dick. But seriously. You weren’t seriously thinking about usin’ that little thing on me?” I asked with a straight face, and then busted out laughing again. I’m talkin’ stretched out on the bed laughing and kicking my legs, laughing. I was laughing so hard that I rolled off the bed and fell on the floor. I got up, still laughing my ass off, and stumbled out the door, leaving my prey standing there with his hand over his embarrassment.

That was some funny shit.

Tonight’s prey laid down on the bed. I came to the edge of the bed and sat down and looked around the room. I had a gun and a knife on me tonight, but him having handcuffs handy, like they were an American Express card, called for something special.

I reached out and stroked his dick a few times, took the head in my mouth and allowed my tongue to circle it. “Goddamn, girl,” he said and put his hand on my head. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” he added, and tried to force my head down. I moved his hand away and had another reason to be glad he had handcuffs.

I got up and walked around to the side of the bed. I put the cuffs around his wrist, and then secured it to the bed. I straddled his chest and put the other one on. When I was done, I satisfied myself that they weren’t trick handcuffs, which are fairly simple to get out of since they usually have a button release on them, or some cheap magic store handcuffs with Velcro or snap fasteners that are also simple to undo, by using your mouth to grip the end of the cuff, and pull. I was in no mood to get my ass kicked, tonight.

“Come here, baby, let me taste it,” he begged.

I stood up on the bed and wiggled out of my thong. I stood directly over him and swung my hips slowly, moving closer and closer to his face. Close enough for him to see, but far enough away that his tongue couldn’t reach it because he was cuffed to the bed.

“Yeah, baby. You a nasty bitch,” he said, and that pretty much ended the show. I hate being called a bitch. And a nasty bitch was worse. I immediately stopped dancing and got down from the bed. Now it was all about me. “Where you going?” he asked as I picked up his shirt and my purse and went in the bathroom.

I went in my purse, got out my bullet, a pair of plastic gloves, and took out my knife. I put the gloves on and cut his shirt into long strips and tied the ends together, except for one piece. Then I got undressed and came out of the bathroom. He said something to me when I came out, but I wasn’t listening. I took the strips I had tied together, got down on my knees, and tied his ankles to the bedframe. Then I stood up and looked at him. I started to tell him right then and there that I was gonna kill him, but why ruin it for him. He was probably laying there thinking that he was getting ready to have great sex with a nasty bitch.

By this time, his dick had gotten soft, but I wasn’t worried about that, I knew I could get it back up. I crawled up on the bed and began to run my hands up and down his legs. Coming close to, but never touching his dick. Slowly but ever so surely, his dick began to rise. “You are so fuckin’ hot,” he said, and I was glad that he didn’t call me a bitch again. If he had, I would have killed him quick; and I was determined to have some fun first. I continued making my way up his body with the last piece of his shirt in my hand. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“I said, open your mouth.”

Since a man will do anything you say when he thinks he’s about to get some pussy, he opened his mouth as wide as he could. When he did, I used that last piece of shirt as a gag and tied it tight. There would be no more nasty bitches or bitches of any kind spoken for the rest of the night. I sat down on his chest and looked around for his pants. He had folded them neatly on the chair by the desk.

I got up and got his belt and came back to the bed. “We’re gonna have some fun now,” I said and then giggled. “Well—at least I am.”

I crawled up on the bed again and slowly slid the belt around his neck and looped it through the buckle. Then I pulled on the end of it and kept pulling, just not enough to strangle him. I looked at my prey. “It’s called asphyxiophilia: the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal. Erotic asphyxiation. It induces a lucid, semi-hallucinogenic state called hypoxia, combined with orgasm: the rush is powerful. Believe me, you will go to your grave thinking that this was the best sex you ever had.”

“Yeah?” he managed through the gag.

With the belt gripped tightly in my hand, I moved into position. I turned on the bullet and placed it against my clit. A sensation rushed through my body. I opened my mouth and took him in. I sucked his dick slowly up and down, and pressed my lips together and slid them back and forth across the head. I ran my tongue around his shaft and then took him into my mouth again.

With a firm grip on the belt, I slid my bullet along my lips and continued to suck his dick. For the next thirty minutes I licked, sucked, and ran my face against his dick. I looked at my prey; he was loving every second of it and so was I. Since I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let go of the belt or the bullet, his dick would fall out of my mouth. Each time, I f

rantically recovered it and got it back in my mouth. The sensation of his dick in my mouth and the steady vibration of the bullet had me on the edge.

I tossed the bullet aside and straddled his body. With my now free hand, I grabbed his dick, eased it into me, and slowly lowered myself on him. My prey mumbled something, but at this point he could have been reciting Shakespeare and I wouldn’t have known it. I was in a world of my own.

I rode him slowly at first, all the while pulling tighter and tighter on the belt. My prey began to ram his body as best as he could into mine. I fucked him harder and pulled tighter. I could see in his eyes that the excitement was building. I could feel him getting harder inside me and I pulled tighter and tighter, and fucked harder and harder. I wondered what he was feeling as he came hard inside me and I grabbed the belt with both hands and pulled as hard as I could. He began to struggle against it and his body convulsed violently. Slamming his hard dick inside me.

“AAAaaaHHHHHHH, SHIT!” I screamed as he stopped moving. I felt like I was about to pass out, but I kept banging my body against his. I began to slow down, my heart was pounding in my chest and sweat dipped from every pour of my body. I slid up and down and moved slide to slide, and grinded my body into his until I felt it coming again. I stopped moving and just let it take me.

And then I exhaled.

Chapter Eleven

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