The Administration Series by Francis Manna

Author:Francis, Manna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
Published: 2011-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

Caged

The cool metal of the collar fastened around Warrick's throat, and he felt the tremor of excitement, uncontrollable, run through him as he waited for the click of the lock. Instead, the collar lifted away and Toreth said, "I'm bored."

Toreth had a wide variety of boredoms. Many of them translated into something along the lines of 'I don't want to do that' or 'This is too intimate' or 'I need attention'. This sounded, for once, like genuine boredom, which meant Warrick had a small chance to talk him out of it.

"What about me?" Warrick asked.

"What about you?" The bed shifted as Toreth moved away. "I'll fuck you later, how about that?"

"I would like to be fucked now."

"Jesus, you're insatiable, you know that? How old are you?"

"What?"

"How old are you?" He sounded to be over by the window now. "It's simple enough — take this year, subtract the year you were born in, adjust for the month. You're supposed to be good at that kind of thing."

"I'm thirty-six. Although I fail to see what that has to do with anything."

"Because at thirty-six you should be able to wait for a few hours for a fucking."

"The only reason I can't wait is because you make me want it so much."

There was a brief silence, then Toreth laughed. "Oh, no. You're not getting me like that."

"I thought it was worth a try. Very well. You can untie me."

Footsteps, and then the blindfold came off, leaving him blinking at the light. Toreth released him, lingering over the straps as if he hadn't entirely convinced himself it was a good idea.

Warrick sat up, rubbed his wrists where the leather had chafed, and looked down at himself. "I can't help but feel it's a pity to waste all that hard work."

"Okay, fine." Toreth slammed him backwards onto the bed, pinned him down, and sucked him off with a ruthless efficiency that wasn't as good as a morning of carefully orchestrated bondage, but still left him gasping for breath.

By the time he sat up for the second time, Toreth was already dressed.

"Right, that was my good deed for the day," he said. "Come on."

Warrick got off the bed and started trying to track down his own clothes among the detritus on Toreth's bedroom floor. "Where are we going?"

"No idea. Where would you like to go?"

He refrained, with some effort, from pointing out that he'd been perfectly happy where he was. "Well, if I'm passing a Sunday on my own, my usual choices, outside the sim, are galleries — "

"Went to one once."

"Museums —"

"No."

"Concerts, if there are any on."

"Definitely not."

Warrick finished buttoning his shirt. "You're doing this to annoy me, aren't you?"

"No, I'm doing it because I'm bored." He grinned. "Anything else is a bonus."

"You have the shortest attention span of any man I've ever met. Or woman, come to that. How do you manage at work?"

Toreth looked surprised, not surprisingly given that work was a closed topic.

"I'm not asking for details, it was merely a general question about concentration.

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