Tom called back, “You too, Joel.”
To Sarah, Joel said in a low voice, “I’ll see you later as well.”
Both men went back into their houses, leaving Sarah horny and wet and aching for release. Shifting up and down the dildo with the small amount of movement allowed to her didn’t help her state. In fact, it made it worse.
She didn’t know how long Joel left her out, but she was ready to beg for release—in both senses of the word—when he returned. But he shoved a straw between her lips before she could utter a syllable of her plea. Thirst made her forego speaking until she’d drained most of the water Joel brought for her.
He set the glass aside once she finished. “Let’s see if you’re dry yet.”
“Master, wait I—” Sarah’s throaty moan cut off her words.
All Joel had to do was pass two fingers over her clit and her pussy drenched with desire.
“Still wet? I thought for sure you would be ready to come down by now. But you’re just ready to come.” He strummed her nub.
Sarah couldn’t help the way she swirled her hips. “Please, Master. Please let me come. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t forget again. Please.”
“Come? Shouldn’t you be asking to be let down?”
She should, but that didn’t matter as much to her in this moment. “Come. Please, Master. Please.”
“So you don’t want down?”
“After.”
“After I let you come?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, Master. Please let me come. Please.” Her movements became more frantic. She’d been on the brink of release this entire time. She needed to orgasm.
Joel studied her face. “You’re really feeling it, aren’t you? I never would’ve guessed the uptight, strait-laced, have to always be the top Sarah would be reduced to this.”
“Please.”
He pulled his hand away.
“No. Master, please. Please let me come. Please.”
“In trade for what?”
Sarah swallowed. This was it. She’d fallen completely into Joel’s trap. He had her where he wanted her. Or at least he thought he did. She refused to give him the Kirkland file. He could leave her strung up for the rest of the weekend and she would still refuse.
She asked, “What do you want…Master?”
Joel grinned. “There she is. I knew the Sarah I know so well was in there somewhere. As to what I want…” He pressed close to her. The rough fabric of his shirt brushed her nipples. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how sensitive they were. That tiny touch had her panting.
Add to that Joel delving two fingers into her channel and beckoning and she was almost near the euphoric orgasm that had been teasing her since Joel put her outside.
Against her lips, Joel said, “You.”
It took Sarah a moment to comprehend his words and, even when she did, it still didn’t make sense. “What?”
“I want you, Sarah. Just you.”
“That’s not… No. You want the Kirkland file,” she said.
“To hell with the Kirkland file. I told you that was an incentive to make you stay. I want you, Sarah. It’s always been you. This whole thing was a setup to make you crave me as much as I crave you.”
“Crave?”
“Don’t deny it.” He moved his fingers faster.
Pleasure threatened to overwhelm Sarah.
“Say you want me,” Joel ordered.
“I do.”
“Say it.”
“I want you, Master,” Sarah cried.
“My name. Use my name.”
“I want you, Joel.”
He stopped and brought his hands up to cup her face. Searching her eyes, he said in a whisper, “Say you’ll stay.”
“As your slave?” she asked.
“As my everything. I’m not letting you down until you say it.”
It wasn’t a command. Joel was pleading with her. This wasn’t the tough negotiator or the seductive stranger or the stern Dom. This was a Joel she hadn’t seen before. How many sides did this man have? Asking the question made her want to know the answer. She also wanted to know how many sides she had—since Joel had revealed a few she hadn’t known about.
Dressing up, bondage, domination—Sarah would have never thought any of that would interest her, let alone get her so hot and bothered she was begging for orgasm. Yet here she was.
She closed the tiny distance to Joel’s lips and drew him into a kiss that conveyed her answer, her longing, and her desire. He returned it, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and tasting her so thoroughly she was panting when he released her.
“Well?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’ll stay…for the weekend. The bet still ends at ten-twenty tomorrow.”