Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... I am, am I?” Lara went quiet and still, as though expecting a fight to break out at any moment. Mikey shrugged, embarrassedly, and said, “Well, yeah. You fuck your s****r, you f***e her to do all these perverted things for you…” I hadn’t expected it to go this far, but here it was. “I don’t really make her do anything,” I said. “She wants to do it all.” “Please. We both know the only reason she does it is because of the bet… she doesn’t really want to.” I guess it was because he liked her, but every once in a while Mikey put Faith up on a pedestal and got this theory that, deep down, she’d go for him and would rather not do anything with me. The first time he did that, I made Faith tell him she didn’t want him. The second time, I had him watch Faith fuck Todd, for the first time, at my command. I thought I’d broken him of that idealized image, but I guess it was time for another lesson. Hopefully, one that would stick. “What, you think she’d rather go out with you?” I rolled my eyes. “Wanna bet?” Mikey looked somewhat uncomfortable at the suggestion of betting, probably because, so far, it had always gone badly for him when his ideals clashed with reality. “What?” “A bet. A real one, with real stakes.” Of course, at that moment I heard the door open at the top of the stairs, and then close again, and moments later Faith was down with us again. I couldn’t very well make my point with her right there. “Faith,” I said. “Who do you serve?” She looked about, a little nervously, ...

... but everybody who was in the basement knew all about it, so she said, “You, master.” “Good,” I said. “Go upstairs and give us a few minutes. I’ll send Lara up to fetch you when we’re ready.” She nodded, and slowly retreated back up the stairs. She shot me a questioning look, but the look was the only question there was. When she was gone, I turned back to Mikey. “So, what do you say, do you want to bet?” “What kind of bet do you have in mind?” “I don’t know, but you seem to be copping an attitude that I’m some monster forcing Faith to do what she doesn’t want to. Of course, you believed that and you still let me make her fuck you, so I guess that makes you just as bad. No, worse, because I know she likes it, and you think she’s a victim.” He looked a little chagrined about that. “But, here’s your chance to redeem yourself. Make a bet. You win, Faith’s free, I’ll cancel the bet, and you can brag to her about how you saved her and was the big hero. In fact, I’ll never put sex-slavery up as stakes for Faith again.” I caught Lara suddenly stare at me. I guess she thought I was giving away her prize. “Of course, if Faith offers, I’m not going to turn her down. That would just be stupid and it would prove my point anyway.” Lara relaxed a little, but not all the way. She was still interested in playing this out. Mikey, however, was considering the offer. “And what if I lose?” “First, you drop the attitude. If I win and hear you say what I do to Faith is sick one more time, you never ...