Let's Make a Bet Ch. 01-02

He breathed in deeply before grabbing my wrist with his left hand and pulling it behind my back. He held it there tightly, his gaze unmoving. I could feel my heartbeat in my head. Each beat radiated an electric charge from where he gripped me and from between my legs. His other hand moved quickly, steadily. Grazing the soft hair on my mound with his thumb as his index finger slid over my soaked lips, collecting my cum. I took in every moment that his fingers pressed against my pussy and a slight moan began to escape. His grip tightened on my wrist and he hissed,

"Mm-mm. Stay quiet."

I choked back any sound and closed my eyes. He moved his mouth next to my ear, his lips touching the soft skin of my earlobe. His hot breath making the small hair on my neck stand on end.

"Open them."

I hesitated for a moment before once again I felt his grip secure my arm behind my back. Despite myself, I managed to open my eyes and they meet his. He waited unitl I held his eye contact before plunging three of his fingers, already soaked with my cum, into my cunt. I bit my lip as the pressure of his fingers surged through my body. I shivered with each exhale, trying desperately to remain quiet. My cheeks burned both with excitement and fear of being caught. I felt my sex tighten, building to a release but before I could lose myself he spoke again,

"Don't you dare cum."

I looked at him surprised. Surely he wasn't trying to stop me from finishing? He caught the look of defiance in my eye as I leaned further onto his fingers, attempting to subtly grind against them. I may have done what he wanted while it suited me but I would never give up that much control.

"Tisk." He clicked his tongue at me and withdrew his hand, dripping with my excitement. I opened my mouth to protest and immediately he stuck his finger inside.

"Does that taste like you hate me?"

My mind froze. The sweet taste of myself lingered on my tongue as he withdrew his finger. I felt myself shudder with lust as my body begged for release. I could feel my the puddle growing on my seat. I needed him back inside of me but I hated his arrogant self assured attitude. My mouth was still open slightly, as he had left it. I felt something inside of me searching desperately to gain back control over the situation but I was lost, drunk in the waves of pleasure and exhilaration like I had never experienced before.

"Well, I believe I win." He said casually wiping his hand on the cloth napkin and then finishing his drink. And that makes things simple. If you're willing to admit that you came here with a me because you wanted a stranger to fuck you then..." He threw a room key on the table. "Otherwise," he stood and buttoned his coat, "enjoy the drink and the cab ride home." He gave me one last direct look and turned to walk away. His face had given away nothing. As far as he was concerned, it was just a fact.