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The Conference, Part Nine
🕑 Added 2024-07-19 01:59:34 +0000 UTCFor all I knew, I had been lying there for hours by the time Larissa returned.
It wasn’t the most uncomfortable position, for what that was worth. The real discomfort was the fact that I could only adjust so much with how my arms and legs were tied to the corners of the bed. Otherwise, the bed was soft enough, and lounging on my back was what I’d do anyway. I actually ended up partially drifting off for a little while, both because I was blindfolded and because I figured that was a more efficient way to kill time than mentally counting the seconds. However, my nudity in the air conditioned room made it difficult to actually relax enough to fall asleep, not to mention the ball gag.
I also committed to my brainstorming ‘plan,’ and spent a while thinking through what I would do when she came back to our room, and especially how to proceed after I was untied. Admittedly, I didn’t end up coming up with much, as a lot of what came next was completely up to Larissa. As usual, I couldn’t do much but react thanks to how she had set things up. And, despite everything, I wasn’t below fucking her at this point. Between her sexual teasing and screwing with my career with this little stunt, I felt somewhat entitled to the ‘consolation prize’ of finishing what we started earlier.
The sound of the hotel room door opening was more than enough to signal her arrival, but Larissa was quick to add in a lilting, “Oh, hey!” I could hear the door close just as quickly, before she went on to say what she probably didn’t want to risk anyone in the outside hallway hearing. It was unlikely, but someone else attending the conference could potentially have booked a room nearby. “Still being a good boy, I see. Miss me?”
Of course, I couldn’t answer. The gag would only muffle my response, and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of such a sound. That, and it wasn’t really a fair question. No, I didn’t miss her, yet I was also relieved that she was back. Regardless of what she planned on doing next, it would be better than being stuck as I had been.
Moving on from the teasing question when I didn’t reply after a second or two, she said, “Guess who scored a bunch of new clients?” Her tone came across more smug than usual; it was difficult to tell whether that was due to her getting exactly what she wanted by doing the presentations solo, or because I was currently deprived of my sense of sight and paying more attention to her voice than usual. “Don’t worry, I didn’t actually tell them you were tied up. It would make us look bad if you bailed on a meeting that was scheduled weeks ago for something else. I just said you were under the weather.”
I wasn’t sure whether she was exaggerating in terms of her victory. The whole point of us being teamed up was that it was difficult to do these meetings alone. Mostly since every person has their blind spots, and having a colleague there minimizes the chances of drawing a blank when someone asks a question out of left field. For all I knew, Larissa could have bombed half the presentations, while securing enough new business to make up for the failures. Quantity over quality, perhaps. There was no way to know until she shared the specifics.
Larissa announced her proximity by sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Now, as fun as it would be to pick up right where we left off, a lady should ask permission.” Her fingertips brushed the back of my neck, where she deftly loosened the ball gag with one hand. “There.” Once the clasp was undone, she pulled up from one side and asked while removing the silicone toy from my mouth, “May I suck your cock?”
Well, that was direct. However, I wasn’t particularly aroused after not being stimulated in quite some time. “You can untie me,” I flatly said. Though I still planned on revenge fucking the girl who had screwed me over, that would be a lot more manageable when I wasn’t in such a physically teasable state. Larissa had already given me blue balls once, and in the most extreme manner. If we started anything while I was still tied up, she would have the same opportunity.
“Rude.” To her credit, she didn’t just go for it anyway. Apparently surprise bondage was fine when she was the one springing it on her rival, but she drew the line at doing anything sexual without my consent. “Let’s start with the blindfold, yeah? Hmm. Actually, one sec.”
The mattress shifted, and I could tell that she was getting up. “Where are you going?” I asked, unable to help myself. At the moment, I was still relying on her.
“Aww, miss me already?” she giggled from afar, “Don’t worry, this is for your own good. You don’t want to be blinded, do you?”
A few seconds later, I found out what she meant. It wasn’t completely dark underneath the mask when my eyes were open, yet the light in my peripherals got a lot darker as Larissa killed the overhead light of the hotel room. Then she returned, putting a bit more of her weight on the mattress before slipping a single finger underneath the makeshift blindfold.
Adjusting to the light was definitely easier when there were only a few small lamps on. What I didn’t expect was for the dim room to double as mood lighting that went with how Larissa was dressed. Or, more accurately, undressed.
Rather than her business attire, she was kneeling on the mattress, smirking down at me in nothing but a sheer lace bra and matching underwear. “Tell you what,” she said, leaning forward slightly, “I’ll untie you, on one condition.”
