Chapter 5: A Headache

Qualin

I made it back to the inn before boss man and Orash. I began heading back down the stairs to see about grabbing a drink when Suriah met me on her way up.

"Hey. The others back yet?" she glanced around while waiting for my reply.

"I haven't seen them yet..."

"Perfect." The expression on her face turned mischievous.

Shit.

She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me the rest of the way upstairs and into her room. she usually shares with boss man, but insists on having her own room, and this is why...

Before I could react, she had thrown me down on the bed and was already undoing my pants. Her hand grabbed my dick and began to roughly stoke it until I got hard. She was definitely in a mood.

"I thought you were supposed to be buttering up a guard, not wasting your time with me?"

"Those guys are a bunch of stiffs, and not the good kind." She gave a wicked smile and licked the tip of my dick.

That explained it. She was the type of woman who was used to getting whoever she wanted. She wasn't used to being turned down, and now she was taking her frustrations out on me.

And I wouldn't have minded, after all she was a sexy woman with a great body. Too bad she's such a bitch.

She was out of her pants and straddling me, then she rose up on her knees, grabbed my collar and the back of my hair and forced my head down. I began licking her most sensitive area and she let out a pleased moan.

She gripped my hair even tighter and shoved my face deeper between her thighs, nearly smothering me. Then she threw me back, my head hitting the headboard. She dragged her tongue up my neck to my mouth and then bit my lip.

It would have been kinda hot, if I didn't hate her.

Next she pulled one of the leather straps off my arm and expertly tired my wrists to the headboard.

She was grinding against my dick and finally slid it into herself. Then she was really into it, and I needed to deliver.

I closed my eyes for a second to focus only on the sensation in my cock. Without any warning, Minor's face came to my mind. Suddenly, I remembered his scent and the touch of his hand and imagined how his voice would sound in ecstasy, and I started to thrust in earnest.

"That's a good kitty!" She sounded pleased but my mind was barely paying attention.

Too bad Minor dressed so modestly. Would have been nice to have a little more to work with, but the fantasy was still enough to make my groin surge and a pleasured moan, almost a purr, escaped my lips.

"That's it!" Suriah exclaimed, reaching her climax.

As she slowed down, I thrust a couple more times and let the relief wash over me.

"Mmm. Good boy." She gently slapped my cheek then got off and pulled her pants back on before immediately heading out of the room.

That bitch. Of course she wouldn't untie me first, and she left the door open so anyone walking by could see me. She knows that if I'm caught in her bed I'll take a beating. Even though it obviously wasn't my idea!

I mean, the first time she came after me, I naturally refused. She was the boss's woman.

She responded by destroying some of the merchandise and making it look like it was due to my negligence. I ended up with two cracked ribs and a promise that of it happened again it would be the last time. Fucking his girl would earn me a beating, but fucking with his business would get me killed. And she made it clear that she had no problem with that.

In fact, she seemed to get an extra thrill from getting me in trouble. She never wanted to be caught in the act and would take off immediately afterwards, but loved leaving me in compromising situations. Once she threw me out of her room without my clothes. I got caught trying to sneak back to my bunk naked. He didn't break any bones but the bruises were no joke.

This time, I was thankful for my flexibility and my teeth made quick work of the knot. Once free, I quickly wiped up the mess, refastened my pants, and tied the leather band back on my arm. Listening for a moment by the cracked door, it sounded like the coast was clear so I hurried on silent feet to the room I shared with Orash.

It was empty and I sighed a huge sigh of relief as I collapsed on the bed. Pulling the light blanket somewhat over me, I hugged the pillow and buried my face. The memory of my little fantasy came back to my mind and I let myself feel the lingering satisfaction as I pictured his face. As I drifted off to sleep, the sound of his singing began to fill my head and invade my dreams.