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Julius Laughs

August 2nd, 2008

bondage“I used to believe in us.”

“Pardon me?” He lifted his head up to check her expression.

She sat there in all her sensual glory wearing a white tank top and white cotton undies. One foot rested flat on the seat of the chair, her chin laying on the knee. “We were going to be big! The whole world was going to look up to us. I wasn’t sure how or why. But it was going to happen.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to his paper.

“You’re not listening to me.”

“Yes, dear. Big. We were gonna be huge.”

“Yes, well,” she quipped, “Turns out we’re just ordinary losers. Thanks to you.”


“Now I know you’re not listening.”

“I made us losers. Am I right so far?”

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?”

“Because you’re being a cunt. And because you give this speech about once every two months. And because I don’t know how much bigger you want to be. We own half of California. What we don’t own we support.”

“Yes, well,” He rolled his eyes again and she snatched a lamp off the end table and threw it at him. It missed by at least a foot and crashed to the floor behind the couch. He smirked. “Fuck you, Julius.”

“Yes, dear. Fuck me. Right now. On the couch. Before we’ve showered and over morning coffee.”

“Don’t be crude.”

He stood and walked to the chair she sat in. He stared down at her as he unbuttoned the silk shirt that covered a muscular chest and bulging biceps. At fifty, Julius was still the sexiest man in California.


Slowly he slipped the shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“Julius.” Her voice took on an authoritative tone and he smiled at her naivety. “Julius, don’t.”

His fingers went to his belt buckle and her eyes bulged out of her head.

“Julius.” Did her voice waver? Did he notice? “Julius, get away from me. Right now!” She definitely screeched a bit there.

His head cocked to the side slightly as an evil grin spread across his delicious lips. Her tongue darted out involuntarily and wet her lips. Her voice trembled as she whispered,
“Julius, please.”

He stared into her eyes and she was unable to look away. She could tell by the depth of his grin he could see the tears in her eyes.

He pulled the belt free and motioned for her to stand up. When she didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her to her feet. “Don’t disobey again.” he growled.

“Yes, Julius.” she whispered.

He pointed to the chair and she bent at the waist to put her hands on the seat. She felt his hands roughly grab her panties and push them down to her ankles. “You won’t be needing those for a while.”

The first strike with the belt made her cry out. The second released the tears. By the tenth she was begging. And the twentieth brought screams of pain. Julius began to laugh.

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