Our arrangement

I pull in to the parking spot outside the coffee shop. It's a lovely day outside. A vest and shorts sort of day, even as it gets late in to the early evening. It's nice to feel the sun on my skin as I walk towards the door.

As I step inside I nod to the barista who I have seen here many times before. I would struggle to remember his name or pick him out of a crowd but I'm not exaggerating when I say I've probably spoken to him more this year than I have my own brother.

I point towards the washroom and he nods back.

That's when I catch her eye.

God, she's gorgeous. My eyes widen. I know her. I think. She looks different though. Her hair? If I do know her, I don't immediately recognise her. If it is someone I know, I don't think I've seen her wear her hair that way. The person I know usually has shoulder length curly hair, this woman has similar color but it's straight and longer.

She's sitting opposite a man. She's smiles at him and laughs, breaking eye contract with me. I walk a bit slower and get my phone from my pocket to pretend to do something, but actually all I want to do is stare at her. I glance above my phone. She's leaning forwards. Her bright red vest top drapes off her and I can get a glance at her tits. I see a black lacy bra. She's in shorts, they look like super short shorts. AND Red ankle boots. How has it taken this long for me to notice the pointy toes and the sharp looking heels?

She glances over and sees me seeing her. I immediately look back down at my phone. Fuck. That's embarassing. I quickly stutter off towards the washroom.

I get inside the cubicle, close the door and look in the mirror. What am I doing with my life? Is this what I have become? Why can't I just be normal rather than spending a minute staring at a beautiful woman and fantasizing over her.

Then I hear something. The lock turns. I see a flash of something, in the mirror, over my shoulder. I turn quickly.

She's stood there. In front of me. Hands on hips. I'm taken aback. I can't tell from her face how she's feeling. Her expression looks both annoyed, angry and somehow sexy.

I don't get to say anything before it happens. I don't see it coming. I feel it though. And I hear it.

There's a thud. A soft thud. And then the pain. The shooting pain. First I feel it in my left nut. It pulses at first. The nerves fire signals up in to my body. That hurt. I look down just in time to see her right foot swinging, once again, and landing on my ball sack. Seeing it happen somehow makes it more painful. There's a very sharp pain now just below my nuts where the toe of her boot hit my skin.

The pain changes from being an identifiable nerve ending to an overall throb. It aches. It hurts. A third shot is too much. This one makes me jump. My hands finally react and cover by balls and as they do I notice.... Am I hard? Is this turning me on? Who am I kidding? I started getting hard the moment I saw her here.

I look up at her face and she's smiling. It's such an evil smile. The more I look at her the more turned on I get. She's so beautiful when she's mean. She tucks her hair behind her left ear.

"Move them" she says and my hands comply and offer her another free shot at my balls. She begins to swing her foot and I flinch. She stops. I relax. She swings again. Faster this time. I can't react quickly enough. This one makes more contact with my cock than my balls. It'd be hard not to given how hard and swollen it had become.

"Please Zoe, please stop. Enough" I say as the pain becomes all consuming. I'm bent over and put one hand on my balls and one up in the air to plead with her.

"I say when it's over" Zoe replies. She puts her hand on my chest and lifts me back to to my full height. She pushes me in to the wall and presses her body against me.

"Hold me" she says as my hands position themselves on her back. I can feel her bra strap at the back and her tits pressing in to me at the front. As I hold her, she pushes her leg between mine and I know what's coming. "remind me of our arrangement."

"I am to show up" I say as her knee rams in to my balls. I hadn't noticed that the pain has subsided until it came back. I yelp a little in to her ear and continue "Wherever you want me"

"And?" She whispers to me as her knee once again finds its way to my cock and balls. I can feel her breathing. It's quick but deep. Its excited breathing. It's anticipatory.

"And you can do whatever you want to me" I reply. Her knee lands another blow. I'm beyond feeling them now. The pain is so intense now that it's not just my balls that ache. It's my lower back. It's my upper thighs. I become limp and fall forward in to her body as the next blow lands.

My face rests on her shoulder. Her skin is so soft. She smells like apple pie. My lips are near the base of her neck and they brush her skin. I could kiss her. Her knee continues it's assault. I've lost count. With every thrust she grunts. The sort of gutteral noise that I'd imagine she'd make whilst being fucked.

I need this to stop. My eyes glaze over. My hands fall from her back. I can't take this anymore. I mutter something about wanting her to stop. But that's the last thing I want. This is the most intimate we have been in the weeks since this arrangement started. Her body is pressed in to mine. Her skin touching my skin. Her breath, her voice, her sounds - all being made because of me.

This goddess, my colleague, my friend.

"You realise I'll have to fuck him now don't you?" She says, snapping me back in to reality and pressing her body tightly in to mine. "I'm going to go out there, grab his hand and tell him I'm going to fuck his brains out. Doing this to you has made me so horny that I need cock"

Neither of us has even considered that it could've been my cock. She never mentions it, I wouldn't dare suggest it. We know our roles.

"If you're lucky," she says stepping back from my limp body. "I'll send you a text later telling you what I did to him. Give you something to wank over. Providing those pathetic balls still work"

She giggles. Looks in the mirror and fixes her hair. She unlocks the bathroom door and walks out.

"See you Monday" she says as she leaves "unless I need you again before then"

I need to be composed. I need to look like I haven't just been dominated. I need to look like I am not in excruciating pain. I need to hide my hard cock. I need to look normal. A couple of deep breaths and I step outside the cubicle.

"Hey dude," the server says as I glance over to the empty chairs where they were sat "I made your usual. How'd the game go last week?"

I make some small talk with him, pay for my drink, wish him well and head to the door. I stand outside and let the heat hit me. I contemplate what a horrible but wonderful day it's been so far and how I can't wait to get home.

As I open my car door, I look up and see them, a couple of spots over. He has his back to me. They're kissing. She moves her head so that she's looking over him towards me. Her eyes are wide open as their mouths clash. Her right leg, that has previously caused me so much pain, is wrapped around him. She takes her hand off his ass and gives me a thumbs up.

I hate this woman. She's so evil. And the thing I fucking hate the most about her is how much I love her.