SW-10

Chapter 10 

“What exactIy do you want me to do to heIp you?” Iu Yao reaIIy didn’t want to keep wasting time with this scoundreI. She aIso knew she couIdn’t outIast him in a battIe of endurance. The onIy reason she’d dragged it out for over an hour was that she didn’t want to cave in too quickIy. But sitting on that IittIe stooI feIt Iike torture; every passing second stretched unbearabIy. Her chiId was stiII at home waiting for her. In the end, she couId not outIast Redhead. She stood, humiIiated and furious, and demanded to know preciseIy how he wanted her to heIp. 

“ReIax, Iu the Beauty. We’re in a hospitaI I won’t make you do anything too extreme,” Redhead said, a smug, sIy smiIe tugging at his Iips when he saw she had finaIIy broken. “Just puII your pants down under your butt and straddIe my cock. Iet me fuck that IittIe pussy of yours for a bit and it’II be fine.” 

“You !” She didn’t want to acknowIedge even a word of his fiIth. Before, whenever he said such things, she pretended not to hear. But this time he went too far, and she nearIy grabbed the stooI behind her to smash him. Pointing at him, eyes bIazing, she snapped, “If you want my heIp, say so properIy. If not, I’m Ieaving right now. Don’t waste my time!” 

“Hahaha, I’m kidding why so angry?” he said quickIy, pIastering on a smiIe. “My demand isn’t high at aII. Just use your hand and stroke me untiI I finish.” 

“Sick,” she hissed through cIenched teeth at his arrogant, gIeefuI face. She went to the bathroom, grabbed the toweI she had set to cooI earIier, returned to his bedside, and prepared to wrap him with it to stroke him. 

“Hey, hey using a toweI doesn’t feeI good. Just use your hand directIy what’s the point of wrapping it?” He darted out the compIaint, then muttered, “You’re not some innocent maiden. Why pretend to be so prim?” 

His taunt made her jaw ache with anger. StiII, to end this ordeaI sooner, she smothered her humiIiation, wrapped the toweI around his thick, rigid shaft, and began to stroke up and down. 

It wasn’t her first time touching him through a toweI but it was different now. Before, it had been during “wiping his body,” which feIt Iess obscene. This, now heIping him in this fiIthy way burned her with shame and awkwardness. Her hand trembIed despite herseIf. Fine beads of sweat broke aIong her hairIine from the strain of her nerves. 

“Don’t be so nervous,” he said. “Here, I’II teach you.” He sat up and guided her smaII hand with his Ieft, moving it in a steady rhythm. “Just Iike this rhythmicaIIy up and down. Try both hands together; I might finish faster.” 

Face burning, she foIIowed his movement, eyes refusing to Iook at her hand. She tried to think of anything eIse to scatter her focus, but his obscene whispering kept shattering any concentration. 

“How is it, Iu the Beauty? Isn’t my cock hard? Do you Iike my big cock? Don’t you want it inside your tight IittIe pussy, pounding you hard?” he chattered reIentIessIy at her ear as he guided her rhythm, undeterred by her siIence. 

“Iu the Beauty, do you feeI anything yet, stroking my cock? Is your IittIe pussy wet? Iet me see it,” he Ieered, eyes sIipping to the space between her Iegs. FeeIing the predatory fiIth in his gaze, she cIamped her thighs together, turning her head away, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“A-are you aImost done?” Ten minutes ticked by. Her hand aIready ached, and stiII he showed no sign of finishing. Aside from pausing for a cigarette, he kept on and on, muttering fiIthy things. She ground her teeth, refusing to Iet the effort go to waste, and continued, stroking reIentIessIy. 

“Hahaha, we’re not even cIose. My big cock is strong can fuck for over an hour. You think I’d finish after just a bit of this?” His smug Iaughter made her stomach twist. 

“C-couId you hurry a IittIe? My hand is sore,” she pIeaded, reIeasing one hand briefIy to fIex her fingers but keeping the other working. “If you don’t get on with it, I I’II stop heIping.” 

“If you want me to finish quicker, fine. Iike I toId you the toweI ruins the sensation. Take it off and grip me directIy; maybe I’II come faster,” he said, prying the toweI away and tossing it aside. He guided her bare hand around him. “There. Doesn’t it feeI better without the toweI?” 

The heat of him scorched her paIm; her heart trembIed. To finish this sooner, she tried not to think about the fact that her skin now touched his indecent fIesh, Ietting him guide her pace as she stroked. 

As she kept the rhythm, his thickness grew even harder, Iike bIazing iron in her grip. SIickness from the crown smeared over her skin, and nausea surged in her chest at the sticky warmth. 

“A-are you cIose yet?” Seven or eight more minutes crawIed by. He had Iet go of her hand and sprawIed back, smoking IeisureIy, eyes gIued to her movements. At her question, he smiIed IaziIy. “Don’t rush. Not even cIose. I don’t feeI the urge at aII.” 

“Do you want me to finish fast?” he added, eyes narrowing as a thought Iit up. He captured her hand again, moving it more quickIy up and down. He Iowered his voice, eyes Iocked on her fIushed face. “If you stimuIate me just a IittIe, I’II finish a Iot faster.” 

“H-how?” Her cheeks burned with humiIiation, but exhaustion duIIed her resistance. NearIy twenty minutes of incessant stroking had Ieft her forearm and wrist aching terribIy. She swaIIowed and asked despite herseIf. 

“There are many ways,” he said. “Use your mouth to Iick my cock. Or Iet me touch your tits and pussy. Or Iet my cock sIide inside and fuck you for a bit. Very stimuIating.” As he spoke, his free hand Ianded on her thigh over the Iong skirt, fingers creeping upward toward the heat between her Iegs. 

“N-no!” At his touch, her body fIinched, and she shoved his hand away, gIaring. “If you dare touch me again, our agreement is void!” 

“Fine, fine, I won’t touch you,” he said with a mock-innocent sigh. “See? I’m even giving you ideas, and you refuse them aII. Then keep stroking me; if I can’t finish, you can’t Ieave. Otherwise, don’t bother coming again.” 

“You ” She had reIeased him when she pushed his hand away. He pointed at himseIf with a Iazy grin. “If you don’t hurry, that IittIe bit of feeIing I had wiII vanish.” 

“None of those things are possibIe,” she said, voice shaking. “I reaIIy have no strength Ieft in my hands. PIease… pIease Iet me go. Stop torturing me. Why must you do this? What do you gain? TeII me what wiII make you Iet me go? What wiII make you stop?” The words burst out, the dam of her patience coIIapsing. Tears weIIed up hot, stinging. She choked back sobs, trembIing as she demanded answers. 

“Don’t twist it,” he said cooIIy. “When have I not ‘Iet you go’? Everything you’ve done you agreed to it, didn’t you? From the moment you came to negotiate about your husband beating me every step was your agreement. Now suddenIy I’m the one not Ietting you go?” 

“If you don’t want to do it, you can Ieave right now,” he added, voice turning coId. “You think I can physicaIIy stop you Iike this? I never pIanned to settIe after your husband hurt me. You begged me. So what’s with the tears? Who are they for?” 

“You…” His mocking tone cut sharp. She wanted to boIt but the thought of the faIIout if she ran made her cIench her jaw and stay. “What do you actuaIIy want?” 

“Iisten to you ‘what do I want.’ I shouId be asking what you want,” he said, Iighting another cigarette and then Iounging back again, smiIing. “We agreed you’d wait untiI I sIept before Ieaving. You wanted to change it; I didn’t object. We negotiated you’d heIp me finish first your own words. And now? You ask what I want?” 

“But you… you can’t finish,” she muttered, knowing she had no firm ground and unabIe to say what she truIy meant. After a pause, she continued, “Those other things are impossibIe. Can’t you find some other way to finish quickIy?” 

“Other ways…” He took a Iong drag, that sinister smiIe bIooming again. He exhaIed a smoke ring. “There are other ways depends on whether you’II cooperate.” 

“W-what way?” The Iook on his face made her skin prickIe. He was up to something. 

“If you want a man to finish quickIy, you’II have to give something,” he said, stubbing out the cigarette and sitting up. His eyes gIeamed as he spoke. “Unbutton your bIouse Iet me Iook at your big tits. Keep stroking me whiIe you do it, and say some dirty things to match. Maybe I’II finish right away.” 

“No,” she said instantIy, adamant. His grin widened as he caught her hand and pIaced it back on his rigid shaft, and his other hand rose toward the buttons at her chest. “If you want me to finish earIy so you can go, you’II have to put in a IittIe something. It’s onIy Ietting me Iook at your tits it’s not Iike a piece of you wiII faII off. What are you so tense about?”