Hooked

she’d be more enthused about pleasing him. After all, that was the whole point of getting laid, wasn’t it? Male satisfaction?
    “How’s that?” he said, pretending to care.
    Leaning down, she murmured in his ear. “You’re the best.”
    Of course I am .
    He closed his eyes. She clamped one nipple at a time, holding the chain that connected them between her teeth while her hands teased his erogenous zones to heighten the pleasure.
    “Oh, Jesus,” he said, as the pain shot through his chest and tweaked his dick. His fingers tightened on her nipples in concert with the exquisite pressure she exerted by moving her head, pulling him one way, then another. After tightening the clamps, she sat up. To Benny’s delight, she never allowed her gentle but prodding fingers to lose interest for more than a few seconds. His erection blossomed.
    “Who said women were the only ones to derive pleasure from these little torture toys?” Benny found the torque quite sensual. Once the nipples were numb, the pain subsided, but keeping the clamps on too long cut off blood circulation. The real erotic pain hit when they were removed and the blood rushed back.
    Then his cell phone rang.
    The hell with it.
    But what if it’s important?
    He motioned to Melody to get his phone. Letting go of her nipples, he latched onto the phone and checked the number. Damn! The woman wouldn’t call him if it weren’t important.
    “Hello. Oh my God,” he moaned, clapping his hand over his mouth. He waved at Melody to stop her glorious manipulations.
    “Are you all right, Mr. Cooper?”
    “No, I mean, yes, I’m fine, Mrs. van Syke.”
    “Is this a bad time?”
    “No, not at all. Is something wrong? Is Jenny okay?”
    “She wants to speak to you.”
    “Daddy. I don’t feel well. I want to go home.”
    “Of course, honey.” An apologetic glance at Melody. She tightened the screw. “Oww, fuck! What are you doing?” Benny cried as Melody loosened the clamp.
    “What did you say, Daddy?”
    Shit . Benny rolled his eyes at Melody. “I said truck. Silvie will come get you in her pick-up truck. Mommy will be home in a little while, I’m sure. Silvie will give you something for your stomach, okay, Jennie baby?”
    “Okay, Daddy.”
    ”I’ll call you later. Daddy loves you.”
    He clicked off the phone. “Jesus, you almost tore off my nipple.”
    “I’m sorry, Benny. I thought I was loosening it. I have this directional problem.”
    “I’ll say.” Melody wiped the sweat from Benny’s forehead. “Left, loosen; right, tighten. It really isn’t hard to fathom.”
    “Gotcha.” Melody frowned apologetically. “Won’t happen again. Promise.”
    “Okay, okay. I need to make a call.” He called the maid at the house and told her to pick up Jennifer at the van Syke’s. “There’s children’s stomach medicine in Jen’s bathroom, Silvie. Give her a dose. My wife should be home soon.” He listened, agreed, and hung up.
    “Now, where were we, sweetheart?”
    “I’m afraid I was tearing off your nipple, Benny. Should I loosen the clamps now?”
    “Yeah, they’ve been on long enough, and amazingly, that extra twist aroused me more than ever. Should be a major high.”
    Melody slowly released the pressure, and the initial shock detonated stabs of glorious pain to Benny’s brain. He expelled an almost feral moan. The result turned arousal into a full-fledged, swollen hard-on. Melody applied an oral balm to reduce the soreness around his purplish nipples, slid down, and took him in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock. One hand slid under his buttocks; the other massaged his testicles. The triple manipulation made Benny forget he was fifty years old. More like twenty again, heading for an outer galaxy in the heavens.

Chapter Four
    Quid Pro Quo

    T he hotel was booked solid due to a writers’ convention, which left Linc without a room. He needed to get his overnight bag from his car so he could shower and change. He trusted Tawny not to run a disappearing act on him. She said she wouldn’t, and she hadn’t lied so far. Maybe he was being conned, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t be hard to find if she skipped.
    “I’ll be here,” she said. “There’s no warrant for my arrest, is there?”
    “No. We thought we’d try the quid pro quo approach first.”
    “You mean I screw over Benny Cooper so the IRS doesn’t screw me over, is that it?”
    She sure had a way of nailing it.