When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2

... my look of shock, because he waved it off casually with an explanation that he was offering her six hundred thousand to drive him around for the next three weeks. “I told her she could wear whatever she liked for two hundred thousand, or an outfit of my choice for six. She decided the four hundred grand was worth a bit of discomfort…and you are uncomfortable, aren’t you, Lyria?” The driver—Lyria, presumably—didn’t respond, but when I looked closer, I saw that she was twitching slightly in her seat. She kept shifting her weight in a way that caused her legs to rub together, and I swear her hand looked like it wanted nothing more than to dip between her legs…but when she noticed me looking at her, Lyria straightened up and tried to stay as still as possible. The old man offered me a drink…and even though I was underage, I decided to take him up on it. A part of me was hoping that I could turn this into some kind of blackmail material…but mostly I just wanted a drink. “Now, Petra” his Lordship said, smiling as I made a face at the taste of the whisky. I’d sneaked a drink a few times before, but this was…different. Smoother, somehow. I suppose that’s the difference between cheap and expensive alcohol I thought, before taking another sip and turning my attention back to Lord DeGraves. “How’s the experiment been going so far?” “Good,” I replied coolly. I had no intention of lying to Lord DeGraves—the threat he’d delivered at our last meeting had really stuck in my mind—but I ...

... wasn’t going to volunteer any information, either. In fact, I’d made some careful decisions so far, ensuring that I could be totally honest and still keep DeGraves completely in the dark. “Good?” he said, that ever-present leer on his face. “Come, now, surely there’s something to report.” “I haven’t touched my brother,” I said, trying to keep my face as blank as possible. “And he hasn’t touched me.” “Ah,” he replied with a grin. “So you’ve pleasured yourself, and I get to keep my money?” “Nope,” I said, and that seemed to shut him up. He stared at me suspiciously, his eyes narrow, his tongue darting across his lips. “Let me get this straight,” he asked, and I prayed that he wouldn’t ask if we’d gotten off in the 15 days since this ordeal had begun. “You haven’t touched your brother sexually, and he hasn’t touched you.” “Correct,” I answered, in what was technically complete honesty. “Nothing of his has come into contact with you?” “Nope,” I instantly replied, and immediately regretted the word slipping out of my mouth. I’d forgotten about the culmination of our first time “helping each other out”—Craig had cum, completely by accident, all over my face. No matter how you spun that, it was instantly apparent to me that I’d lied. In those few seconds, I faced a difficult choice—should I come clean? Technically I hadn’t broken our agreement—the papers we’d signed simply dealt with masturbation, a promise not to orgasm by any means other than each other. They’d said nothing about ...