For His Desire(17)

She heard his voice in the darkness. “We’re going to play a game, Elena. While you’re tied, I’m going to touch you and tease you however I wish. If you make any sound, then I’ll stop. It is up to you to control yourself. The first time I’ll stop for one minute, the second time for five minutes, the third time for fifteen minutes and the fourth time for an hour. I really hope that you won’t fail more than that.”

Elena took a few moments to process that information and then shivered, knowing how difficult it was for her to remain silent. She felt her pussy moisten and she was certain that the chair would be soaked before long. Still, the thought of submitting to Michael this way excited her greatly. She knew she needed to show Michael that she could be in control.



“Just remember, Elena. No sounds. You need to control yourself. Just think of how difficult it will be to sit in the dark and not be touched. It’s up to you to exercise some self-control. As long as you keep quiet, I will keep touching you. I know that you like being touched. I know how you like being touched.”



Elena felt Michael’s hand on her leg, sliding up slowly between her thighs, his hands just barely brushing against her skin. She bit her tongue, working to keep her moans inside, fearing that this was going to be more difficult than she had thought.



Michael knew her body, had become adept at finding her most sensitive areas, but Elena was determined that she was not going to lose. Michael withdrew his hands and Elena moaned loudly in frustration.



“No sounds, Elena,” Michael chastised. “We’ve only just started.”

Immediately she was annoyed with herself. She couldn’t believe that she had already lost control. She knew she would have to try harder.



Elena was left in the dark, her arousal only building as she sat there. In the dark a minute without being touched stretched out before her and she sighed and waited, knowing Michael was not going to give in until they had played the game.



She prepared herself, determined that she was not going to give in again. She felt Michael’s hands against her, softly exploring her curves. Elena tried to focus on the more uncomfortable elements – the hardness of the chair and the tightness of the ropes – in order to distract herself, but it wasn’t working. She was hyper aware of Michael’s fingertips as they danced on her flesh.



Each inch of her body felt alive as Michael swept his hands over her. “Beautiful,” he said and Elena shifted in the chair, trying to arch up toward Michael but limited by the tightness of the ropes. His hands reached for her breasts, cupping them as his tongue flicked against her nipples.



“Tasty,” he said, licking at them as she squirmed. He started with light, delicate licks and slowly increased the suction against her nipples. She tried to keep herself under control, but Michael knew just how sensitive her nipples were.



“Oh, oh,” Elena cried out as the pressure became too much. She needed an outlet, but she didn’t want Michael to stop – though he did, immediately. Instantly she regretted her loss of control.



“No, please don’t stop,” Elena said, but it was too late. She had broken the rules and this time her frustration was greater. It seemed that her reactions were just too intense to be kept inside and she knew she would have to try harder.



“Can’t you gag me?” Elena asked. “It would be so much easier if you would just gag me.” She pictured Michael placing a large gag in her mouth, effectively cutting off her speech and any sounds she might be tempted to make – a very physical reminder of the lesson he was trying to teach.



“I know it would,” Michael replied. “But that would defeat the purpose of learning control. It needs to be self-control, Elena. Try harder, please.”



All it took was Michael’s words to make Elena want to try harder, want to be better for him. There she was in the darkness again, though this time for longer. Her body was vibrating with need and she knew she needed to hold on, to prove to Michael – and to herself – that she could keep herself under control.



The time passed more slowly and she sat still in the chair trying to regain her focus. The arousal clouded her head and made it harder for her to remember why she was in the chair to begin with. She remembered her outburst and loss of control and she knew she would focus and she would make them both proud.



Suddenly, Michael’s hands touched her, spreading warmth through her, not holding back but instead touching her all over as she sat and exercised control. She tried to move against him, though she remained quiet. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing as Michael teased her. His hands and mouth returned to her nipples, but this time Elena refused to let it distract her from her purpose. Control. Control. Control. She repeated it to herself like a mantra, the words echoing in her head and she would not allow them to reach her lips.