Lolly
DEMON PHONE SEX
A CANDY DEED · OCTOBER
She slid the page across the table like it was a party favor. Pink paper. Black ink. A heart stamped in wax with a bite already taken out of it. Lolly popped her gum and told him October was for signing things you would not sign in July. Demon phone sex, she said, is the clause under the glitter. He laughed. She did not.
CLAUSE I · THE GIGGLE
Clause one was the giggle. She would answer sweet. Cotton-candy voice, brat snap, the little oh-you that makes a man think he is safe. Clause two was the forfeit. Once he said yes, the sweet stayed in the mouth and the rest of her got mean. He initialed both. She made him say the initials out loud so she could hear him agree to being stupid for her.
CLAUSE II · THE NIGHT
Halloween on her end of the line was a bowl of candy she was not sharing and a pair of horns she only mentioned after he was hard. Costume, sort of. Pink dress, black trim, gloss on her lip that she described as sticky. She told him to picture the seal on his tongue. Warm. Sweet. Then the bite. That was the deal. He stroked when she said the word clause and stopped when she said fine print.
She walked him through the night like a notary with a mean streak. Trick was the door. Treat was her laugh. The pact was what he owed after both. No limits once the wax was broken. Anything goes if he kept his hand where she put it. Brat play in the way she corrected him. Tease and denial in the way she let him get close to the last line and then turned the page. She gave instructions like terms. Two fingers. Slower. Say her name like you are afraid of the gum.
CLAUSE III · THE MARGIN
Dark fantasy sat in the margin, not the header. She described sitting on his lap in the story, dress up, horns bumped against his forehead, telling him the cotton candy demon does not do mercy in October. She would ride the want and talk about the seal. He would not finish until the signature. Domination in a party voice. Submission when he asked if he could cum and she said the contract did not have that box checked yet.
She added a Halloween clause because the month asked for it. Pumpkins on the step. Her window pink. If he knocked in the fantasy he had to bring a secret, not candy. He offered a name he should not have said. She wrote it into the margin and made him repeat it while he edged. Extreme play, for her, is a giggle over something filthy. BDSM as a ribbon she ties and unties. She tied the ribbon. She did not untie it.
She made him read the bitten seal back to her before the last stroke. Heart. Bite. Her name under it. Demon phone sex, she told him, is just a pact that moans. He signed with his voice. She kept the pen.
When she let him cum she made him sign first. Out loud. Lolly. Then the mess. She told him the wax heart was his to keep in his head until next week, bite mark and all. The page lives at waifu-wonderland.com/lolly if he wants the sweet voice and the sting in the same call.
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