Chapter Twenty-Two
A Satisfactory Arrangement Part One
I was hanging by my wrists at “The Sadist’s Den”, our local b**m club. My feet barely grazed the ground. Karin had strung me up and then stripped off my skimpy underwear so that I was completely naked. She had her soft twenty-five-year-old hand around my rampant c**k and had teased me to within a stroke or two of an eruption. Every time I tried to buck into her hand to finish myself she removed it. I was going crazy.
“So, Trent, what’s it to be? Can I have free rein tonight?” she asked for the third time.
“Miss Karin, I don’t know, I’m kind of... afraid.”
“That’s what you keep saying, Trent. Don’t you trust me? It’s only until midnight. Come on it’ll be fun,” she purred.
I glanced at the clock. It was ten. How much trouble could
