The Deal Pt. 02

Alexis wastes no time in putting me to work. He pulls a new accessory from his pockets. He'd definitely planned ahead.

At first, I don't really understand what it is. It looks like some kind of jewelry. Then, as soon as I understand, a protest escapes my lips.

"No, please."

Alexis remains deaf to my grief. Instead, he has fun jiggling the bells attached to the clamps which, I guess, are going to be fixed to my nipples.

"I've always enjoyed watching you clean the apartment Olivia," he says. "This will make things even more interesting."

I implore him with my gaze and he plunges his eyes into mine. I can see an idea has just popped into his head, but I'm not sure I want to hear it.

"Poor thing, I know your nipples are ultra-sensitive. So, I'm going to be nice to you and do you a favor. You'll have one hour to clean the apartment to the rhythm of those beautiful bells. Of course, you'll have to get around on all fours while you're at it. Every 10 minutes, you'll be allowed to rub against a piece of furniture. We both know how much you love this but you'll have to control yourself not to cum. If you manage to clean up to my satisfaction in the time allowed, I'll let you come in the manner of my choosing. If not, I will spend the rest of the evening pushing you further to the edge of orgasm without granting you release."

This apartment, which has always seemed so small to me, now seems enormous. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and the living room. All in one hour. Not to mention the fact that I'd have to interrupt myself at least six times to... I don't dare think how I'll look when I'll have to rub myself wherever I can. And these clamps. God. I'm not going to make it. But I have no other choice. With a heavy heart, I lower my head to my nipples. They're already so hard and swollen. Without waiting for my permission, Alexis approaches with the bells. He sets the first one, drawing a high-pitched scream from me. The bastard then has fun swinging the bell. The pain mixed with the humiliation makes me want to cry, and yet I can feel my clit throbbing between my legs.

Once the two clamps are attached, Alexis steps back to admire his work. Defying cruelty, he asks me to bounce my titties to make the bells jingle. I shake my chest in an obscene manner to please him. Fortunately, the bells aren't too heavy, but the bite of the clamps recalls itself to me with every movement. Strangely enough, this turns me on even more. What's happening to me?

"If you're really naughty, I've got one we can fix on your little clit too."

I gasp as he starts to giggle out loud at my reaction. He doesn't carry out his threat and just starts a timer on his cell phone, reminding me that he'll notify me every 10 minutes when it's humping time.

On all fours, nipples in restraints and pussy soaked, I rush to the cupboard where we keep the cleaning supplies. I tell myself I should start by dusting the living room. With each step I take, a little music reminds me of the ridiculous state of my condition. When I get back to the living room, I notice that Alexis is sitting on the sofa, stereo cranked up, watching a girl get gang banged on TV.

I try to ignore it as I go about my business, but the girl's cries of pleasure only make me feel worse. Before I even have time to do anything, Alexis tells me that the first 10 minutes have already passed. He has the decency to interrupt the timer, but not his adult film. I look around for the best option to rub against.

I've come to the conclusion that the arm of the sofa is probably the best choice. As I straighten up to mount the object, I realize that Alexis has no intention of moving. His presence unsettles me. Especially when I realize he's unbuttoned his pants to pull out his erect cock. Damn his beautiful cock! I salivate as I start to press my pussy against the leather of the sofa. He starts masturbating too, but he tries to keep his gaze on the tv. I respond to his insult by trying to make a bigger spectacle of myself. I rub myself aggressively as the little bells swing in all directions. I moan obscenely and raise my hands to my head. Alexis finally looks up to see how depraved I am.

This little game backfires when I realize that the orgasm is about to come and I have to stop myself. I grunt in frustration and Alexis starts the timer again. As I pull away from the sofa, I almost fall backwards because my legs are so weak.

"Don't forget to clean up after yourself," he says, pointing to the wet spot on the leather.

Mortified, I clean it up before returning to the dusting.

In the last hour, I've been forced to masturbate against the arm of the sofa, the foot of our old bed, a cushion, a chair leg, a drawer handle and even our old cat's scratching post. I can't say the last one has done any good to my poor sex, which was already on fire. When the timer expires, I kneel down in front of Alexis, who has made sure not to miss a thing.

"So, do you think you did a good job cleaning?"

I find it hard to answer while hiding how incredibly horny I am. I feel like I can be heard panting all through the apartment.

"No sir."

I didn't do half the cleaning I should have done. And even if I had, I know Alexis would have found any excuse not to be satisfied.

"Oh, poor thing! Here you are, all horny and since you didn't respect our agreement, I won't be able to let you relieve yourself."

He's having the time of is life seeing me suffer. Meanwhile, the frustration is so great that I can't help tears coming to my eyes.

"Perhaps if you beg me, I could allow you to come."

I pretend to consider his proposition even though we both know I'm going to do it. I swallow what little pride I have left and start begging.

"Please sir, I beg of you, let me come."

"Oh honey! I know you're new to this, but that's not begging. You can do a lot better."

A tear rolls down my cheek. I understand what he wants. He wants me to degrade myself further. Fuck, if my pussy wasn't burning up so much, I'd tell him to fuck off. But I need this orgasm.

"Please sir, I know I'm just a worthless whore who can't control herself and I don't deserve your mercy. I'll do anything if you just let me come. I'm so horny, that it's hurt. I'm just a little bitch in heat who likes to rub her little pussy all around. Please sir, I'm begging you, allow me to come."

I know it before he says it. I know he never had any intention to let me come tonight. He brings his lips close to my ear to whisper the words that are about to destroy me.

"Poor little slut. I think I'll keep you frustrated for the time being. But at least it'll give you a taste of what's to come. You're going to beg me the same way in a couple of weeks so I can fuck that little ass of yours."