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Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

Date: 5/25/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

the slave thing, and you’re going to have to convince her to keep the baby after Christmas anyway. If you can’t knock her up, that’s your problem.” “She’s on the pill.” “Your problem again. I told you I was going to make you work for it. You have to get her off it… and stay off it until she’s preggers. And she has to keep the baby.” “She could have a miscarriage or something… like, naturally. I don’t like losing something this big over just dumb bad luck.” That stopped her a second. “Okay. If that happens, you can keep trying. But she has to voluntarily stay off birth control, and she still has to be pregnant by summer, to prove she still intends to go through with it. And if either you or she causes one on purpose, I win, even if you get her to change her mind later.” “You’re really set on this, aren’t you?” Lara grinned. The smile had sort of a predatory edge to it. I guess that look was part of why I didn’t want to just back down and admit I didn’t want to go that far, it felt like weakness. It was like we were playing a game of chicken, and if I backed out first, she might never respect me the same way. “Hey, I’m not the one who started this, Mark, that was you. So do you want to do this, or what?” I wanted to, but didn’t think it was right. So there was one last card I could pull. “I didn’t want to say this, I was going to give you a chance to back out gracefully…” “What?” I took a breath. “My major problem is that I’m not sure I can trust you.” She repeated, “What?” ... but this time with a lot more indignant, like I’d called her a thief. “You know how me and Faith are with our bets. We never break them, no matter what. A bet is a bet. Most people don’t go that far, they chicken out if the stakes are too high. And these are pretty high stakes. I mean think about it, let’s say I win. My s****r’s pregnant, she keeps the baby, everybody knows she’s been fucking somebody. Our parents get pissed off. There’s even a risk of the whole story coming out. I take all that on myself, and I win anyway, I decide to collect. Then suddenly you get cold feet. You don’t want to do it.” I shook my head. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t take the risk when you could just back out. What would I do?” “You know I wouldn’t do that.” “No, I don’t,” I said. “That’s the point. I’ve never made a big bet with you before. Nothing with real stakes.” She seemed disappointed somehow, and the commercial break had ended, so we watched more TV in silence. I was thinking of saying my goodbyes and getting out of there. Suddenly, she said, “So there’s no way you could trust me to go through with my end?” “I can’t think of one. I mean…” I shook my head. I probably should have kept my mouth shut. That part’s on me. “What?” she prompted. I’d already started. It would probably scare her anyway. “Well, if there were a way to make it costlier for you to back out than it would for you to go through with it.” “You mean like blackmail?” I grinned automatically. I liked the sound of it. But I ...