It Won’t Hurt by Lori Armstrong

“Baby, I like this new, kinky side of you,” I mentioned, touching the cool fabric covering my eyes.

“I thought you would,” she purred. “Did you overlook me?”

“You know it.” It’d been a couple of months considering that I’d witnessed her. Now listed here she was, lingering exterior my standard haunt, tempting me to just take a walk on the wild aspect with her all over again.

“Is the blindfold far too tight?”

“Nah. What is it? Silk?”

“Yep. Only the finest for you.” Susannah’s boozy breath tickled my nose correct prior to she smeared her damp mouth in excess of mine.

I licked my lips. “Gimme a further shot of that substantial-end hooch.”

Metal pressed towards my lips and I opened my mouth, keen for extra of that incredibly hot, sweet fireplace.

But she pulled the flask away right before I gulped my fill. My protest died when she grabbed my crotch. “Uh-uh. I ain’t dealin’ with whiskey dick tonight. I wanna savor”—she squeezed my shaft— “all of this.”

A blonde, a bottle and a blow occupation.

My evening was wanting up.

Susannah held my hand as she led me someplace more non-public.

Dank smells of rotting vegetation elevated. “We crossing into Town Park?” I questioned.

“On the backside. Bring back reminiscences?”

“Oh yeah.” I’d explained to Susannah of my to start with sexual conquest at the park at age fourteen, potent-arming an aged whore into giving me a blow task. A memory Susannah desired to recreate for me, seemingly.

“Almost there,” she cooed. “Step up about this suppress. I’ve distribute out a nice smooth blanket.”

“Easier on your knees, eh?”

“Yes. And I have uncovered a new trick that’ll blow your head.” Susannah’s fingernails scraped my bare arms from my shoulders to wrists.

I shivered with anticipation.

Gravel crunched less than my boots. Odd. I oughta be feeling spongy grass by now.

She slipped behind me, whispering, “You’re so robust. I just cannot wait to give you exactly what you deserve.”

A bizarre feeling skittered down my spine. That hadn’t sounded alluring, that’d sounded… threatening.

Then her scorching tongue dipped into my ear and my little head instructed my massive head to shut-the-fuck-up.

“Your biceps are steel pipes.”

I flexed, feeling cocky. I understood she’d come sniffing close to once again. Chicks who preferred it tough often did.

“Can’t even get my fingers all-around your wrists they’re so thick. You that thick all over the place?” Susannah murmured seductively, jerking my arms powering my again.

Now my dick was as challenging as rebar.

Right until I felt the great metallic circle my wrists and read a double click on.

I froze. Laughed nervously. “What’s this?”

“Payback, jackass.”

Absent was her throaty, sexpot tone.

Susannah kicked my feet out from underneath me.

I landed on my ass and immediately felt her stiletto heel jabbing my upper body.

“What the fuck you assume you’re doin’?”

She cuffed me in the mouth.

My lip break up. I tasted blood.

“Don’t tax your self thinkin’, child we each know thinkin’ ain’t your sturdy match.” She jerked my jeans down, hobbling me.

“This ain’t humorous.”

“But it is ironic.” She straddled me, bent shut, buzzing loudly versus my throat. “Do you recognize that tiny ditty?”

I thrashed but could not dislodge her. Some difficult object dug into my back again. The tune she hummed vibrated by way of my human body like a hundred aggravating bees.

“The song has unique meaning for us. Johnny Dollars sang it,” she prompted.

Almost nothing clicked.

“Here’s an additional trace: it’s a tune about trains.”

My mind stayed blank.

“Remember that train you pulled on me? You and your pals Leroy, Stan and Vern?”

The ground beneath me begun to rumble.

Jesus Christ. The psycho bitch experienced laid me out on the tracks.

Susannah yanked off the blindfold with this sort of pressure that my skull smacked into the metal rail. “Remember what you explained to me as you held me down with that metal pipe throughout my throat when Vern took his convert? Then Stan? Then Leroy?”

I shook my head, panic spreading like wildfire.

“You reported, ‘Nothin’ you ain’t finished in advance of. It will not hurt…much.’ Properly, I simply cannot say the identical, ’cause this is gonna hurt, little one. Authentic lousy.”

She leapt again when the train’s headlight swept the corner.

A whistle blew in warning.

As the prepare bore down on me, I recognized Susanna hadn’t lied. She had blown my mind.

All around the railroad tracks.