Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... balance. “I knocked you up because I wanted to. The bet just gave me an excuse. Like when we had all those sex bets. I wanted to give you a baby, if I succeeded, I got something to play with as a little bonus. Fuck, once the idea was in my head, I would have tried without a bet. That means it was a GOOD bet to make. By the odds, I mean.” She still stared at me, but some of the anger seemed to have drained out. “What did you have to give up if you lost?” “The next time I won you as a sex slave, I had to turn you over to her.” I shrugged. “I didn’t think I’d lose.” “And if you did, who cares, it’s only your s****r, right?” “No, Faith, think. The next time I won you, I had to tell you to follow her orders the whole time. However long that was.” A lip quirked. “So if you lost, you’d bet me an hour of sex slavery.” She knew how to work the technicalities as well as I did. “More or less.” I’d have given Lara an afternoon, at least. “She thought it was going to be for a summer, but I never agreed to that.” Faith blew out a breath. “Amateur.” I ventured a grin. She smiled, a little. Thank god for hormones shifting like the wind. I could tell she was still kind of pissed, but at least it was a friendlier moment, the absolute rage was gone. In its place was what seemed like a kind of sadness, though, which made me feel worse. “But now you’re going to get her pregnant.” “Only to teach her a lesson. She wanted me to do it to you, and didn’t care about the consequences. So I thought ...

... turnabout was fair. But I don’t really want to, not like I did with you. So if you don’t want it, I won’t do it. Or I’ll get her pregnant and then tell her to have an abortion the last day.” I regretted saying it the instant I did. That seemed a little too brutal, even for me. Luckily, Faith saved me. “No. If you’re going to do it, you should do it right.” She sighed. It was permission, in my book. Now I just had to get her on my side. “I was planning on sharing her, you know,” I said. “That’s why I brought you here. It was about time Lara paid you back for all the orgasms you gave her last year.” When she didn’t answer right away, I said, “I could just give her to you, for the summer.” She shook her head. “No, you’re a better master than I’d be.” “And you’re a better slave than she’ll ever be.” I laid a hand on her arm. She didn’t resist, so I pulled her closely to me, until her belly was pressing up against me. “You’ll always be my first choice.” I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back. It was soft, not especially intense, but somehow sweet and touching. I think that swayed her over the line from tolerating what I was doing to accepting and even enjoying it. She looked up towards the top of the staircase. “She does kind of have it coming, doesn’t she?” I grinned. “Okay, let’s go try her out.” We returned to Lara’s room. She was sitting on her bed, hands folded in her lap, and looked up at me, worried. “Sorry about that,” I said. “Where were we?” She shrugged. Bad slave. ...