10 Minute Failure

Prologue

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I looked at her as she began to strip down her top, her bottoms, her heels..

"Eyes over here."

A voice commanded Vance as a hand reached out towards him. An index finger soon kept under his chin, making the delinquent man look at her right into her soul.

He tried not to gulp as he stared at his best friend's daughter standing there before the kitchen counter, just in her bra and shorts.

Oh, how he wanted to just eat her alive right there and then, but he kept his cool.

His continued keeping his cool..

He can not take his eyes off, neither can he leave, nor can he touch her, that's what the bet was about.

So, again, he continued keeping his cool..

"I know you want me. Just admit your loss."

Suddenly, A grin tucked at the very corner of Mr. Wilder's lips, bewildering Ms. Elara.

Out of curiosity, Ms Elara started, "what's the smug face for?"

"It's just hilarious how you.. Out of all people, except for my ex wife, is able to seduce the living shit out of me."

Elara flushed red, her eyes moving down to see the tightened fabric around his crotch, her guard lowering down, her eyes shimmering and grimmering, expecting for something to happen.

But, Vance continued keeping his cool as he stared at her with his fists clenched showing his white knuckles, he wished his hands were around her throat, in the same tight grip, just enough for her to stay alive. His hazel eyes roaring out loud; restraining him as he backed himself, gulping out quite loud, making Elara return a nervous glare.

The tickling time wasn't helping either.

"2 more.. Minutes" Elara breathed out.

Vance stared at her, veins wracking his neck and and arms as he waited for the time to finally conclude.

Tik, tic.

Elara frowned when the man in front of her returned to the same old position of being cold and being able to resist himself like a real man. Elara wanted Vance to break, so at the very last minute, she dropped her bra lace.

That was it.

Our girl is a little crazy, and perhaps a little stupid.

Vance can't continue keeping his cool any further.

So he, paced towards her, keeping the very last bits of resistance he has for her. He picked her up and dropped her to the graphite kitchen counter, he leaned in, staring at her shimmering surprised eyes. He leaned closer and closer, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pushed one of his knees between her legs, making the girl let out a soft groan.

He shut his eyes in satisfaction, cupping the girl's cheeks, and placing his soft plump yet thin lips to her's. Licking her fresh cherry chapstick.

Elara frowned and took in a deep breath, unable to process and focus on whatever had happened in the last 2 minutes.

He pulled back just in a perfect while, staring at her with his half hooded olive eyes. Looking absolutely majestic.

"You.. Lost." Elara muttered.

Vance chuckled and replied, "Now that I've lost, and now that I've nothing to lose.. How about I return every ounce of torture you've gave me in the last 10 minutes?"

Elara looked at him again in bewilderment, words unable to escape her mouth as she was a flushing mess.

"Hm? Ms. Elara Eglantine."