The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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Vic's clothed body straddled my naked one. Why he was almost always wearing clothes and I was always naked, I didn't know. Actually, I did. It was the way he wanted it so it was the way it happened. I had no say in it.

There I was, laying naked on my bed. My arms were above me and handcuffed to the metal bars. He, on purpose of course, handcuffed me here an hour ago and suddenly had to "take a phone call". In other words he was keeping me waiting and testing my patience. He was lucky he came back when he did otherwise I would have fallen asleep.

I looked up at him. He was completely nonchalant as he tightened the handcuffs since my struggling from earlier managed to loosen them. Perhaps he needed to get better quality or else I might just break free and both of us knew it wouldn't be the handcuffs that got punished.

He had a bottle of lube with him. It was a new one we hadn't used before. Why he had to go and get a new bottle when we had plenty in here already, I had no idea, but he was the boss. What he says goes. He poured some onto his hand then stroked it onto my semi-hard on.

I was quick to find out why he had a new bottle. This was warming lube. I felt the liquid heat up. It almost felt like I was inside his warm, wet mouth. I swallowed hard and looked down at his hand slowly stroking me up and down.

"So," Vic said, getting my attention back, "I've been having this feeling that lately we've been getting a little bit off track with what we're supposed to be doing. So it's time we get back to what we do best."

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"Hmm..." He pondered.

Whatever was going through his head, he was amused. He was playing me, pretending he had no clue what he was going to, but I had a feeling this was planned out and he knew exactly what was to come.

He leant closer to me. His chest was almost pressed against mine. He was getting dangerously close, and I only say dangerous because his mood swings when we kissed were so extreme that I had no idea how he would react if it were to happen again. It hadn't happened since yesterday.

"I have a couple things in mind." He said.

"As long as you fuck me I don't really care." I said softly.

He smirked. He dipped his head down and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes as my body went weak. Neck kisses killed me.

"I'm not fucking you tonight." He said. My disappointment over his statement quickly vanished as he kissed my neck again and again, slowly working his way up in a zig-zag. All the while he didn't stop stroking me, even going faster.

"Why not?" I breathed.

"I don't feel like it." He said simply. I was confused. What were we doing then?

"Am I...fucking you?" I asked and even when the words were half way out of my mouth I knew it was a stupid question.

He chuckled close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Not in a thousand years, Angel." He whispered.

He bit on my neck right below my ear, I turned my head to the side, giving him better access.

"I may not feel like screwing you tonight...but I do feel like messing with you." He said mysteriously.

His hand sped up and so did my breathing. He switched to the other side of my neck and sucked on it. He was leaving a lot of marks. It probably looked like I had just been strangled. It was a good thing I never went out in public or else it'd raise a lot of questions.