Chapter 5

" ... But I get to make one condition to be specified only after you agree. Take it or leave it," I said in a last ditch effort to keep my position of superiority, even if it was imaginary.

I was praying she would leave it. There was no fucking way I could last that long in that moist steaming cauldron of her sexy mouth, so hot and moist, tight ... Stop it, you idiot! You'll lose before you start!

"OK. When do you want to lose?" she asked simply

Oh, shit I'm a goner. Maybe if I go jack off for a month solid...

"Right now. But I can't lose," I said with false bravado.

Her head snapped up so fast, I thought she would get whiplash. She knew, she could bloody see the condition I was in and what condition my cock was in. She could see it throbbing, lusting at her. She had seen me almost lose it when she had merely stroked it with her fingertip. We hadn't had intercourse for more than a week, because of the last week's events. I was loaded for bear and we both knew it. Shit, it was already glistening with oozing pre-cum in anticipation of her warm mouth engulfing it. Soft and warm, gently surrounding the throbbing head, even if only for one brief moment ... STOP IT!

She got up without another word and moved beside my chair. I turned my chair so she was between my legs. All she had to do was kneel down, lean forward and win the bet. She started to kneel down. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion.

"Wait. I had a condition," I stalled.

She grinned at me, confident, too confident. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort of.

"You're going to blindfold me?" she suggested sexily.

She batted her eyes. Fuck! She knew me too well. But it did give me an idea. Just maybe...

In answer, I reached up and loosened the black silk rope holding her robe closed. I pulled it free from the belt loops.

"Turn around," I ordered firmly

She did so with a saucy flip of her hips; a dare, a challenge.

I made a loop at one end o the belt and slipped it over her wrist. I pulled that wrist behind her into the small of her back. She resisted slightly as I caught her other hand and gently pulled it back behind her. She was strangely quiet, subdued almost, and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed.

"Please, not this..."

It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished.

"What did you say?" I asked, concerned.

She cleared her throat.

"Nothing. Just a bad memory."

I secured the two wrists together behind her. There was rope left over, and I figured 'What the hell. Let's go for broke.' I wound the rope up and around her forearms to her elbows, pulling each wind a little tighter, drawing her elbows towards each other. In testament to her flexibility, when I finished, they were touching. She had not made another sound. I touched her hip to indicate she could face me.

"Oh ... My ... God!" I was stunned

I was unprepared for the sight I beheld. Tying her hands behind her back and forcing her elbows together had the glorious effect of forcing her chest out through the open robe. Her breasts were standing proudly up thrust, firm and quivering with her - what - fear? Anger? She was definitely shaking.

Whether it was the conversation, the cool air conditioning, or (dare I hope?) her reaction to bondage her nipples betrayed her arousal as did the distinctive odor of her visibly dripping pussy. Even her swollen clit was visible. I had about as much of the upper hand as I was ever going to get with this wonderful woman. It was now or never.

I set my watch on chronograph and zeroed it out. I placed it on the arm of the chair facing her so we could both see it. She kneeled down in front of me. Instead of initiating the bet, as she usually did, she waited for my signal.

I nodded to her. "Now."

I waited until she had the head of my cock fully in her mouth before I started the timer. One of her eyebrows raised in a silent question.

I answered her with, "Just so there is no question when I win."

I sounded way more confident that I felt.

As she couldn't nod without defaulting, she merely lowered the raised eyebrow and closed her eyes. She shut me out, trying to help me win! Damn it all and fuck that shit. I got mad.

"I'll call the whole thing off right now if you don't try to win!" I snapped at her. I reached down and lifted her mouth off my cock.

"I-I-I'm ccccuuuummminnnggg," she gasped, visibly shuddering.

In a flash, ashamed, I was beside her on the floor, supporting her sagging body. Her breath stabilized after a long while, evening out as she lay heavily against my chest.

"Here, let me untie you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tie it so tight. It was stupid."

She shook her head, stopping me.

"No. Wait! Yes, but later. It's just been a long time since..." Again she didn't finish.

"Want to tell me about it?" I asked.

"Later, Lover. Damn, you're good..." Her sense of humor was back, anyway.