087: Punishment
**Chapter 87**
I woke up the next day, feeling refreshed. It was around seven in the morning, indicating I had gotten only around two hours of sleep, but there was no sign of any fatigue in my body. Just freshness that felt almost… ominous.
I didn’t know that at the time and came downstairs. It was Friday, and I had nothing to do, just like I had nothing to do the last few weeks I had been there.
I found no one in the house awake at the moment, so I went out for a run. I returned about an hour later and took a shower in my room before I came downstairs once again, only to find Mira in the kitchen, making coffee for herself.
“Hey,” I said, and she greeted me back, “Hey. Want some?”
“Sure,” I replied and sat at the kitchen counter. She handed me a mug after a few minutes and asked, “So? Ready for tomorrow?”
“What’s tomorrow?” I asked.
“Shopping day,” she casually replied.
Shopping day?
Only then did I remember our conversation the other day when she told me about going shopping with Ross and his sister, Carol. Apparently, I was invited, almost urged by Tom, to go. Not me directly, but through the girls. I could tell it was his idea.
Even an idiot could tell what was going on. Now, don’t get me wrong. Carol was a beauty I wouldn’t miss if the circumstances weren’t so entangled. What Tom and his partner had in store for me was a bit threatening. If they were powerful enough to find out about my side businesses, things even the people who worked for me didn’t know about, that was the sole red signal I needed to be wary of them.
But it seemed like they were adamant about making me some sort of partner. Of course, not a partner on equal footing. Given my age, they would only think of taking advantage of me. Not one bit of equality in store for me.
“So? You coming?” Mira asked again when I didn’t reply for a few minutes.
“This is just a shopping trip, right?” I asked, my tone slightly cautious, which a young woman of Mira’s caliber instantly picked up.
“Carol has been asking nonstop about you. You can imagine the rest.”
“Hmm.” I showed no apparent reaction, which might have bugged Mira, as she said, “Quite lackluster than I was expecting. She’s a good girl, you know.”
“I’m sure she is.” I simply replied, but I didn’t add anything else.
“Then what’s the issue?” Mira asked.
“Can’t tell. I just pick up some… vibes.” My answer was as vague as the world itself. Mira chuckled softly, which was in great contrast with her character, but she didn’t say anything about that.
“Give it a try,” she said, placing her mug on the slab and walking away, showing me her thick, creamy thighs in her short shorts, her ass sticking to them, swaying left and right. I knew it was pervy to look at her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I had to look away when she said, “Maybe that will help you forget Sara.”
I froze in my spot. Mira wasn’t the type to just say something and then go silent. Everything she said carried something. She was the mature twin, after all.
There was no way her words were just something said in passing. They had a deeper meaning, which led all the way to the relationship Sara and I had. And I had a feeling it wasn’t just the crush she was talking about.
I wanted to go after her to ask what she meant, but some questions weren’t meant to have an answer. Some things were just meant to stay cryptic.
Anyway, I returned to my room and only came down at breakfast, which was a little late today because Tom was taking a day off, but he had some things to do at the office, so he would still be going, just not officially.
At the breakfast table, Aunt Elise asked, “Any special plans, kids?”
“Tyler and I are going to the amusement park we didn’t get to go to last time,” Sasha replied casually.
“I’m going to chill,” Mira simply replied.
“I’m spending the day with Betty,” Sara replied, slight annoyance in her voice, which probably only I picked up since I could tell what it was for.
“Good.” Aunt Elise beamed and then turned to Tom. “I was thinking we could have a lunch date.”
“Maybe tomorrow. I’m busy today,” Tom replied.
“Okay.” Aunt Elise replied with the same beaming smile while the girls felt quite a lot awkward. But from the look on Aunt Elise’s face, she wasn’t disappointed one bit.
And I perfectly knew why.
After breakfast, Sara said, “Hey, Tyler, can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Sure,” I replied and followed her.
She didn’t say anything until we were in her room. She calmly closed the door and then aggressively turned, her hand shooting straight for my crotch. Now, although I was terrified, and even though I saw her coming because of how slow she seemed to me, I decided to let her have this one.
I deserved it, after all.
“Ow.” I yelped, mostly just pretending, when she grabbed me by my balls through my clothes.
“You were with her again, weren’t you?” Sara asked, unmatched fierceness on her face. That only made her appear hotter to me, and I could feel my dick hardening even given the current circumstances.
“Yeah,” I replied against all my will to remain silent. She took a deep breath and let go of me, rubbing my semi-hardened dick from outside my pants, and said, “I’m gonna have to punish you for that, Tyler.”
At that moment, despite being thankful about the almost porn-like, illogical situation, I couldn’t help but be worried. I desperately wished someone could tell me how the system and the bonded partner thing worked, because the change in Sara’s character was almost terrifying.
In her situation, a normal person would have sought revenge or tried to do something to me. Or at least end things. But all she was doing was giving my dick a massage through my clothes that felt increasingly good with each passing moment.
Without a word, she lowered my pants, revealing my nine-inch python, and knelt before me. She grabbed my dick, which was fully hard by now, and said, “I watched something interesting yesterday. I’m going to try it now on you.”
Warning bells rang in my ears. Knowledge from porn was never a good thing. I myself was a victim of that experience.
She gave it a few strokes, just enough for moans to escape my mouth but not enough to push me over the edge. Her palm was warm. Tight. Slow on purpose.
“Hmm~”
I moaned in satisfaction nonetheless. She smirked and ran her hand a bit faster. A bit too fast, actually, because very soon, without any additional stimulation, I was at the edge of erupting when suddenly, in the next moment, as if time itself had shifted, everything stopped.
My dick throbbed crazily as it was just at the edge, but the sought-after release never came. Instead, I opened my eyes to look down at a smug Sara who just sat there on her knees, her blue eyes gazing into mine, mischievousness apparent in them.
“Se-seriously?” I couldn’t help but ask in a low tone.
“Well, you fucked my mother. You decide which one is worse,” she said. No comeback to that. She had a great point, no matter how one looked at it. So even when I was trembling, begging for a release, she didn’t have mercy on me and kept just sitting there. My cock twitched in the air, leaking, ignored.
When I thought that was the end of her punishment, Sara grabbed my dick again. Despite my better judgment, hope returned to my eyes when she began to stroke me again. Faster now.
But as if the universe were against me, just when I was at the edge again, she stopped completely, leaving my dick to throb in protest once again while my eyes met hers, full of the injustice of what she was doing.
But no words came out of my mouth.
Deep down, I knew I deserved every second of it.
And as if to reciprocate that, she put me through that once again. And then again.
And again.
And again.
After seven times, when I was at the end, my hands could no longer stay behind me, and I was just about to grab her wrist so she couldn’t pull away, she finally had mercy on my soul and brought her mouth forward, taking my dick in with a “Ump~”
Just one lick. As soon as my swollen head entered her mouth and she wrapped her lips around it, she licked my urethra gently, and the ticking bomb exploded with an intensity that brought pain and pleasure in equal measure.
“Ah, fuck!” I couldn’t help but groan. Not because of the feeling, but because of the resistance it took to keep my hands to myself.
Damn. I never knew loving could be this hard.
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