My One For Half A Million

Gag

     "Zoe!" My aunt sashayed up, her children- my cousins- and her grand children- you get the drill- following her like obedient minions. Her husband slouched along behind them like an old dog being dragged on a long walk.

     I'd always felt bad for that guy.

     "Aunty Fi!" I forced a smile onto my face, my eyes darting between a friendly smile at her and a frightened stare at Xylar.

     "I did not think I'd see you in here," she giggled, swinging her purse every which way, narrowly missing smacking her grand-daughter in the face. "Much less with a handsome young man."

     Cooing, she pinched Xylars cheeks. I'm sure my face turned bright red, but he took it well.

     "I'm Xylar," he said, putting his hand up in a lazy, good natured wave. "Nice to meet you all. You're Zoe's family?"

     "Yes, yes we are! He's intelligent, too-" she glanced at me, her smile all friendly, her eyes anything but- "not at all your type, is he?"

     I glared at my lap, red to the ears. Another subtle jab at the girlfriends I'd brought home. Another jab at the heavy eyeliner I'd worn since I was sixteen. Another jab at the combat boots, the rings, the life I had chosen. Another jab at me not getting married at twenty and pregnant two months later like her daughter had. Another jab at not having become a doctor or lawyer or whatever her son had pursued that had him in those fancy suits and expensive watches all the time.

     Xylar made a face.

     "Maybe she can finally get her inheritance from granny!" Michelle said, and shared a giggle with her brother.

     "Huh?"

     "Oh, shush," Aunty Fi cut my question off by waving a hand at her daughter. "What are you two doing on such a nice afternoon? Quite a down-scale place for a date, isn't it?"

     Before I could make a snide remark about them also being in here, Xylar spoke up.

     "We were just about to leave, actually," he said.

     I sighed a thank you, and I think he caught onto the tone, because he smiled a little at me. There was a cute dimple in his cheek, and his eyes lit up a little more.

     "But there is still food on your plate!" She made a ticking sound with her tongue.

     God, how I hated her.

     "Oh, we're very full," he said, and, in an impressively polite manner, got out of his chair, told them it was nice to meet them, and went to pay the bill while I hugged my goodbyes.

      "Aunty Fi, what did Mickey mean about my inheritance from Grandma?"

     She pinched my cheeks. "You always did ask too many questions," she said. "Ask your mother. And don't call Michelle 'Mickey', she's a woman now."

     I nodded, biting my tongue, and half ran out the door, Xylar in tow.

...

     "Good boy," I whispered.

      We were in my bed, and I was sitting on his lap, straddling him, slowly rubbing his dripping cock through his underwear. Sheets were strewn everywhere, but a portion of the cloth was binding his wrists behind his back, tying him to my headboard.

     He whimpered, I think. It was hard to tell- my panties were shoved in his mouth.

     "Are you my good boy?"