Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... that she’d let me keep trying again. She technically might have fought that interpretation of the agreement, but it didn’t come up. Once school was out for the summer, there was no getting around it. Faith was pregnant, I was the father, and she planned on keeping the baby. I phoned Lara and asked if she agreed that she lost. She sighed and said yes. “So, you’re my slave then, right?” “Except when we go on vacation,” she said. “We’re going to California for the first week in July.” I didn’t like this sudden wrinkle, but I probably should have expected it. They went on a big f****y vacation every year. “No, you’re still my slave then, I just won’t have direct access to you. If I contact you and tell you to fuck somebody, you’d better do it. And you don’t do anything sexual with anyone I don’t tell you to, even on vacation.” She sighed. “Fine.” “Fine what?” “What do you mean?” “If nobody else is around, you’re to call me master, at least when I give you an order.” One more sigh. “Fine, master.” It was like she was indulging me. I didn’t like the attitude. “One more snotty sigh and I’ll decide you must prefer that I just release those photographs. You may not want to do this, but you bet and you lost fair and square, so you’d better act like a proper slave.” “I’m sorry, master,” she said, sounding a little more sincere. “I’ll try to be good.” “You’d better, because you’re mine this summer, body and soul. If you respect that, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. But if I find out ...

... you’ve lied to me or disobeyed any of my commands, those photos come out… and remember, you don’t know what I know, so you’d better be honest if I ask you something.” “Yes, master.” “Good. Do you have a boyfriend right now?” “No.” “Anybody else fucking you on a regular basis?” “No.” I thought I heard a slight hesitation, so I prompted. “Are you sure?” “There’s a guy at school I hook up with sometimes. I don’t know if you’d call it regular.” “Okay. Regardless, it stops now. How many guys have you slept with?” “Seven.” I asked for their names, and got a surprise. I was one of them of course, and most of the others I didn’t know. The last one she mentioned in a quiet voice. “Todd.” My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Your b*****r? Kinky. Since when?” “He was my first. When I was eleven.” “Is he still fucking you?” “He asks sometimes. Last time I did it was over Christmas. And a blowjob on his birthday.” “Well, no more. If he asks, you tell him that he doesn’t get to touch you until I get a BMW.” I might be risking a sudden punch in the back of the head when I was least expecting it, but I didn’t care, I wanted him to know. She must have heard about Todd welching out on the bet, because she laughed a little at that, then said, “Yes, master.” I told her to choose a time I could come over, when nobody else would be home. It turned out, it was that very afternoon. So, I went down the hall and asked Faith if she wanted to come along on a little ride with me. “Where?” “It’s a surprise.” She ...