her frustration, and trying not to speak and move, and I could see it was fucking with her brain. I was going to make it worse, I thought with a little glee. I wanted her to come, but only when I said she could. Only when I let her. I wanted to know she could obey.
“You didn’t say anything about your ass, my dear. I have to assume I can’t
fuck it with my dick, but my finger can, right?” I slid it into her heat, only up to the second knuckle, just enough to make her gasp loudly before she clamped down, trying not to come. Trying very hard not to come all over me and herself.
“Oh, look at you. Trying so desperately not to let go. You want to come don’t you, pet? You want me to shove that finger don’t you?”
I could see it in her gray eyes, she wanted it very much, but she couldn’t say it; she couldn’t speak, because she was my toy for the moment, and she knew it.
Her breathing increased, and I saw the way her hips started to twitch when I began to jab that finger in and out of her ass, and I knew she was right there. Just on the precipice.
“You want to come desperately, don’t you, pet?” I growled low against her ear. “Oh, you want it so bad. Almost as much as you want my dick.”
Another twitch and a whimper. She looked at me, her eyes full of frustrated tears, her lips pressed together to say words, safe words, and I thought, perhaps, I’d pushed her too far. I waited, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
This was it, either she’d break to my will or break to her fears. It was seconds away and her choice to make.
Her head dropped, at last, and I knew I’d won. She wanted to beg, but she’d just pushed into a new zone, a level many people couldn’t make it to. One of control that was about to snap, but still she held on. Because I’d told her to. I released the suction on her cups all at the same time then pulled my finger from her ass as I stood up. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, but she didn’t ask the words on her lips.
I let her hands down from the cuffs and took her to the bed. She squirmed as blood rushed around to parts that had been constricted only moments ago, and I told her to wait while I cleaned my hands. She didn’t complain; she just waited until I came back and made sure her mask was still in place. “Bend over, pet.”
She didn’t even hesitate. She bent over the bed, her ass at just the right height, and I ground myself into her heat for a moment. It felt so good, that pressure and her damp heat on my cock, but I pulled away. “No vaginal sex.”
I turned so I was sideways to her and quickly smacked her ass on both sides, a little roughly, and my reward was a moan. I brushed my fingers down from her ribs then back to her ass. Another pop of my hand, another moan, but this time, her hips twitched. “Do you know why I denied you an orgasm just then, pet?”
She shook her head no, and I smiled. A very quick learner.
“To teach you to control yourself. You come only when I tell you to come.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and I lifted an eyebrow. She’d done that deliberately, but it was her job to provoke me, to test me. A very sharp slap on the ass this time, and she hissed.
“No speaking,” I admonished, and she nodded. “Good girl.”
I bent then and opened her folds. With a rough grip on her thighs, I pulled that juicy pussy to my face, and sucked at her clit hard and fast. It was still sensitive, still on edge, and it took seconds to have her grinding on my face.
“Come now, Stephanie.”
And so she did.
18
EMILY
“W ould a bath be in order?” he asked from behind me. I still
shook from the things he’d done, from the things he’d made
me feel.
It hadn’t taken long, but then I was primed. I hadn’t seen him in days, and my body wanted his touch more than anything else in the world. I hadn’t known suction cups could provoke so much pleasure. When he’d placed the first one on my nipple, I’d fought not to squirm. The second one had nearly done me in.
When the third one was applied, a battle began.
Then, the rest. I’d been pushed beyond arousal and straight into a new world of pleasure so quickly, with a speed I didn’t understand, and when he’d invaded me back there. A shiver shook me all over again, and I turned around. “Yes, I think a bath is just what I need, sir.”
He nodded and went to the bathroom. I heard the taps come on, and the bathtub began to fill. I thought about what I’d said, the way sir came off of my tongue so easily. Readily, even. Was it because I didn’t know his name? Was that what made it so easy?
“You’ll have to take off your mask,” he reminded me when he came back in.
I reached up for the cloth, unsure for a moment, but then I removed it. He looked at me, took in a deep breath, and smiled.
“You’re beautiful, but I knew you would be.” His fingers traced around my
eyes and down my cheek.
“Thank you.” I knew I’d rarely been photographed, and that he wouldn’t be
likely to know who I was, so I decided it would be fine for him to know my face.
I’d put it back on before I left the room, however.
“Come, let me help you in.” He didn’t need to guide me to the tub, but he did.
I sank into the water with a deep sigh. Sore muscles relaxed, and the steam made me sleepy. I slid down until only my head was out of the water in the deep, antique porcelain tub. He sat on a stool beside me, and I held my hand out to his.
For a moment, my bottom remembered where those hands had been and what he’d done. Was it penetrative sex, what he’d done? I was sure it was, but I wouldn’t argue it. It had felt too good to protest, and it wasn’t like he’d got off inside me.
