A Betting Proposal

I found myself lying comfortably, but securely tied to a metallic frame in the shape of an ‘X’, or the Saint Andrew’s cross as what Luther had told me a few days ago. Completely naked and bound, i realized just how exposed i was. My hands and legs were parted to align to the shape, literally helpless at the mercy of my best friend, Luther. I should’t have agreed to this.

Well, before this started, let me rewind the story and look back into a little history between us. Luther and I have been best friends for 5 years. Actually, more like best friend for benefits. We would have casual sex once in a while when we were singles. But if any of us got a partner, we would temporarily forgo the ‘benefit’ part, until we both hit back our single lives. Nevertheless, we were never a couple. Friends forever!

We were at the bar a few days ago, talking, bitching and ranting about stuffs. Basically that’s what we did most of the time when we were in the bar. And often than not, we would bet on silly things, i.e. like who’s going to the toilet first or who would get hit on first, or whose drink the bartender would serve first although that usually was me, or who could hold on the longer without going to the toilet. And the things we bet for were drinks where the loser had to buy. I felt really happy to be with him.

But this time, instead of buying drinks, Luther came up with an idea, that the loser would have to do whatever the winner says. He had a new BDSM gadget that he’s been dying to try, but just the looks of it makes girls run the other way. He’s been awfully descriptive of the cross, which came with an astounding six thousand dollar price tag, that I blanched in disbelief. Nevertheless, he came up with a bet, a simple bet on whether the channels will be in odd number, or even, and tragically, i lost.

Therefore, i found myself agreeing to his demonic motives and feeling of remorse on why i took the bet in the first place. I’d had sex with him many times, too many to count, but it’s always vanilla. Sweet, loving, sensual and well…admittedly, kind of boring. But never did our sexual activity had reached such a state.

After tying me, he left to prepare himself. I had no idea what he had on his mind but it’s definitely something that i wouldn’t be fond of. Well, at least for now since I knew just how great sex was with Luther.

“Come on Luther! What’s taking you so long? It’s cold down here!” i protested loudly in the wine cellar under his mansion. Yes, he had a mansion. This friend of mine is a rich bastard. How else did he get the money to buy this big well-polished metallic cross from? And I didn’t even know he was rich until five months ago.

The sound of my voice bounced off the hard gray wall, echoing across the racks of expensive wine arranged perpendicularly from me. I’m smacked in the middle of the wine cellar.

The moment finally came when Luther walked into the wine cellar.

“Sorry for the delay, had to get all the things i will be using on you.” he walked into my view, with a bundle of stuff he struggled to contain with his both arms.

He was wearing only a pair of jeans. Every inch of his lean abs were quickly becoming food for my eyes. Damn, he’s kind of sexy. Who wouldn’t think so? Rich and well built, silk like brown hair that’s been trimmed hanging on his perfectly figured facial structure. Some even find it strange that i never wanted to be in a relationship with him.

“That’s a lot of stuff. It’s better be safe or i’m going to kill you later.” i scowled at him, warning him of my ferocity when i get out.

“Don’t worry. It’s expensive, so i guess it’s safe. But i can’t guarantee that it won’t hurt.” he said with a ghostly smirk while carefully lowering those tools on the ground, essentially away from my sight.

“Hey! What’s that suppose to mean?” i swallowed. I tested the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. It was clear that I was not going anywhere until Luther let me.

“Now now, you’ve lost the bet fair and square. Be a good girl and suck it up.” he smiled wickedly at me, his eyes burning with unconstrained lust that i could feel it burning my skin. The coldness of the cellar faded from my sensory radar, replaced with an unexplained of excitement starting to build up in my stomach. I felt intimidated, yet slightly aroused. “And besides, we are in a wine cellar. No one will hear you calling for help.” he breathed into my ear.

“Damn you, Luther. Stop that perverted tone. I’m not used to you being like that.” i stuttered as his voice reverberate through me. Why am i so hot?

“Which one’s better? The old Luther, or the new Luther?” he bit my ear softly as he sexily breathed those words into my ear.

“Stop that! I’m serious.” i warned with a giggle, but deep down, i knew i liked the new Luther, definitely the new Luther.

“Oh. You think i was joking?” his voice was stern, a sternness that I’ve never heard, as he stared at me like a hungry predator playing with its prey. I was the prey.

Before i could say anything more, his fingers glided down my slender body and danced between my opened legs. I gasped out of surprised. I looked at him. His look was very different from the Luther i know, very carnal, very…male! Without a warning, he pinched my clitoris, sending wild ripples of hotness and lust throughout my body. I yelped loudly.

I tried to shut my legs as my involuntary instinct sprang into action, to protect my pussy from the assault, but all i got was a meek jerk. Left bared and opened, his fingers uninterruptedly continued their sweet delicious torture on my clitoris, pinching, rubbing, tugging the soft innocent nub at his leisure.

“God. Luther!” I exhaled a warning at him. My body tensing up against the surgical torture of my sex. I tried to block out the rolling waves of pleasure, tried to remain unaffected by his touch. Tried. But failed.

“Luther. Stop.” I bit my lip in hope that the pain would mask away the ache between my legs.

He moved up to my face, his eyes burning with passion. I sucked in a breath as I saw the determination in his eyes. I was his passion. To play it cool, I rolled my eyes.

“Stop staring, you pervert.” i croaked. My voice heavy with lust.

He flicked my nub with his finger and I hitched like a bitch in heat.

“Who’s the pervert here?” he smirked.

Damn it, i couldn’t contained myself. His smirk was as deadly as his fingers on my clitoris. His free hand moved up and cupped on my chin, gently forced my lips to meet his. As he landed his warm tasty lips on mine, his fingers stop teasing my tortured bud and instead, plunged deep into the wet welcoming orifice that’s been dying to be invaded.

The synchronous combo of kissing and fingering sent my body into violent spasm. I’m going crazy. His tongue worked in perfect harmony with the two fingers inside me.