Page 143 of Mayhem and Minnie

Goddamn it.

There goes my fantasy. I knew it was too good to be true.

I stand there for what feels like an eternity as I think of the most boring things imaginable—though even that proves difficult when my mind keeps flashing me tantalizing images of Minnie.

Even my organized thoughts about cleaning are now marred by her presence. Instead of going over the different steps to disinfect my basement, all I can think about is Minnie in her maid outfit, on her knees, thrusting her ass backward…

Fuck.

This won’t work.

I turn on the faucet and spray water all over my face.

This would be the perfect time for a cold shower.

I could, of course, take care of the issue as Minnie suggested. But my hand would be a paltry imitation for her touch. And it’s her I want.

It takes me about ten minutes of breathing exercises to get my erection to go from a full mast to a half mast. Still uncomfortable, but not nearly as noticeable.

As I head back to the private room, I note that Minnie hasn’t gone inside. She’s standing by the door, waiting for me.

“Done?” she asks as she rakes her eyes over my body. Her cheeks are stained with a deep red.

“Not thanks to you,” I mumble.

She flushes again and averts her gaze.

“I…” She wets her lips. Her hands are behind her back and she balances herself from one foot to the other. She appears…uncertain?

“Was it…good?” She has the gall to ask. She’s biting on her lip, looking like a goddamn siren. The sight of it alone sends another jolt to my cock.

Damn it. It’s the proximity. It’s messing with my head.

Of course that’s not to say that my loitering around the house and watching her twenty-four seven didn’t send me into a sexual frenzy, which I have yet to quench. But it’s nothing compared to the feel and smell of her in front of me.

Have I been bewitched? Or have I simply fallen into…lust?

I fear it might be a combination of both.

“No. It was so bad I may have caused permanent damage to my cock,” I reply wryly.

Her eyes flash at me in alarm. She blinks repeatedly before she launches herself at me.

“W-what? Are you all right?” she quickly asks, her voice tinged with worry. “Please tell me you didn’t break it…” She’s close to panicking as she pats her hands all over the front region of my pants.

She accidentally touches my dick, and it immediately twitches under her palm.

She freezes but keeps her hand in place.

Blood rushes down to my cock at her touch, so it moves. Again.

She draws back, her eyes wide.

“Oh my! It’s bad, isn’t it?” She continues, almost frantic. “Now it’s moving on its own!”

While she’s getting increasingly agitated, I can only stare at her. Does she not know that’s how dicks work? I suppose she doesn’t.

And that pleases me. Immensely.

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