Can I Trust Him to Keep His Promise?

I’m lying here, half-naked, the sun beating down on my bare skin. The chessboard-patterned textile barely covers me, and I can feel the cool terracotta tiles beneath my back. My fiance’s bully stands over me, his shadow casting a dark presence. I’m thinking, ‘Is this really happening?’ The deal is clear: I suck him off, and he leaves my fiance alone. It’s a twisted game, but I’m willing to play. The bully’s arm is visible, holding something—maybe a promise, maybe a threat. I look up at him, my eyes pleading, ‘Promise me.’ He smirks, and I know I’ve got him. The deal is sealed with a swallow, and I’m left wondering if this is worth it.

Sealing the Deal with a Swallow

The bully’s smirk is a mix of triumph and lust. He knows he’s won, and I’m the prize. I can feel the weight of his gaze as I take him in my mouth, the taste of him filling me. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but I do it, hoping it’s enough to keep my fiance safe. The outdoor setting, with its natural light and decorative table, feels surreal. It’s like a twisted picnic, where the menu is humiliation and the dessert is a promise. I can almost hear the bully’s thoughts, ‘She’s mine now, every day she sucks me off.’ It’s a deal with the devil, and I’m the one paying the price.

Outdoor Humiliation: A Cuckold’s Bargain

As I lie here, the breeze gently rustling the floral tablecloth, I can’t help but think about the power dynamics at play. The bully holds all the cards, and I’m just a pawn in his game. But I’m playing along, hoping that my submission will buy my fiance some peace. The terracotta tiles are cold against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. I can feel the bully’s satisfaction, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow. But I do it, every day, hoping that this twisted bargain will keep my fiance safe. It’s a small price to pay, or so I tell myself, as I lie here, a willing participant in this outdoor humiliation.