Walk on the Wild Side - By Karl Edward Wagner Page 0,112

locket, pulling it away from Pandora’s bosom much to her distaste. “Face Quidlibet Voles. Do what thou wilt. Aleister Crowley. Where on earth did she acquire this? Wore it always. Probably family motto. Consider selling it?”

“The necklace and earrings are for sale, of course. Not the locket. What do you know of Tilda Beale?”

“You should do your homework, my dear, if you’re to stay afloat in this business. She was a maidenly spinster who never had an impure thought. A matriarch of our church.” Reading was a Southern Baptist. “Passed on at age one hundred three. Wonderful woman. Won’t be any more like her.”

“No impure thoughts?”

“If she ever had nay, which I doubt very much, she kept them locked away in her heart. Hey, they’re about to start. Will we cut a deal?”

They did, and Derrick and Pandora carried off the heirloom spindle bed in triumph.

After unloading the bed and the rest of Pandora’s purchases, Derrick suggested that they stop off at his place for some champagne, which he’d been saving since his team lost the Super Bowl. Pandora was in high spirits after a successful auction and from selling the necklace and earrings to Stuart Reading at an exorbitant price—his buyer must be daft.

Super, she said. Was Derrick making a move? Perhaps she had been wrong about him.

Derrick actually had several bottles of champagne in his fridge. They went through the first one rather quickly with some Brie cheese and Ritz crackers—Derrick apologizing all the while. He said he’d run out of peanut butter and Velveeta. They both exploded into laughter. Derrick opened a second bottle.

“This locket,” said Pandora, after a glass too many. “What do you make of it?”

“Still wearing that? Woman’s picture and a lock of hair. Saw it at the auction with the rest of the lot last week.”

“But it’s empty.”

“Mistake somewhere. Doesn’t matter. Let’s have a look.” Derrick fumbled with the clasp.

“Let me,” said Pandora, and the locket opened.

By the end of their kiss, Derrick was pulling off her T-shirt. She pulled off his. She was wearing a bra, he wasn’t. He removed that as well as her jeans, she followed suit, and after minimal fumbling, their clothing was all in a pile and so were they.

“Do you mind if I tie you?” Derrick asked.

“What? ” Pandora was dazzled by the champagne.

“Just a little gentle bondage. A real turn-on. It helps me drive you to new heights of passion.”

Bad line from one of her romance novels, but Pandora was ready for anything now. Derrick’s cock was starting to straighten, and she realized she had been wrong in considering him gay. There must be ten inches there, if she helped him along.

“Sure. If it pleases you.”

Derrick opened a drawer full of many ropes and things. Pandora obediently stood with her hands crossed behind her back as he tied them.

“Let’s see how close these elbows can come together.”

“That hurts!” Pandora whimpered, as another rope pulled her arms together brutally. Another rope passed around her back and breasts, pinching them cruelly.

“You’ll get used to it,” said Derrick. He had passed a length of rope in several turns about her waist, tightly cinching a few turns through her cunt and ass. “Your pussy is already getting wet, so you know you enjoy this. Now, walk into the bedroom and lie down on the bed.”

Derrick tied her ankles together and then her knees. He rolled her onto her stomach and tied a short length of rope between her ankles and wrists, drawing them together in a tight hog-tie.

Pandora was clutching her ankles and in some pain. Her back was bowed, her breasts raised from the bed. This wasn’t gentle bondage, but she had gone too far now.

“But how can you screw me like this?”

Down the throat, babe. Open wide, bitch, if you ever want to be untied.” He stood beside the bed and grabbed her hair.

Derrick’s huge erection was suddenly bouncing against the back of her throat as Pandora tried to engulf it. She thought of the movie she’d seen about Mr Goodbar or something. She was completely helpless. Maybe this was all in fun.

Derrick was excited and came very quickly, filling her throat with his long blasts of come. He grabbed her head and slammed her face again and again against his crotch, yelling obscenities at her all the while.

When she had sucked out the last drops of come, he withdrew from her mouth. Pandora was in real pain from the brutal hog-tie. “I think this game has gone