He shifted his weight and now I could see him out of the corner of my eye. His hand reached around and cupped my breast.
“But you’re more than that, aren’t you, Lacey?”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. I stared up at him baldly, unable to understand. Unable to speak, but even if the gag had fallen from my mouth I would have nothing to say.
“You want this without even knowing what you want. Your body screams for it.”
He touched the inside of my thigh where it was wet. He brought his hand up and licked his fingers. My eyes widened.
“How have you gone this long without being touched?”
He trailed his hands down.
“Tonight, you’re mine. I’ll try to keep from ruining you… for as long as I can.” His voice was hoarse, and I noticed the bulge in his pants, his hard breaths. His obvious arousal only made my heart beat faster.
He reached over and took hold of the chains. Suddenly the cuffs around my wrists gave way. The chains were loose. Was he letting me go?
“Touch yourself,” he said. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before.
“Will I have to punish you?” he asked. I shook my head quickly—no. My hands were already sliding into place, my fingers on both sides of my slit. I began to touch myself, slowly at first, then faster.
He was stroking himself through his pants, watching me. It should have felt dirty, but it was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
“That’s it. I want you to pleasure yourself, Lacey. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.”
That was easier. I closed my eyes, imagining again his fingers inside of me. My own fingers began to stroke harder. I could feel the pressure inside of me rising.
I was surprised when he tore the gag from my mouth. My lips were dry, and I opened my eyes to see him in front of me.
God, I wanted him to kiss me. I leaned forward, my lips aching, but he shoved me back hard. I could see that it was just as hard for him to control himself, but he did. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he pulled back.
“Please—” I managed to whisper.
“I want to hear you when you make yourself come,” he said, his eyes blazing. I closed my eyes but I could still see him in front of me, his cock hard and visible through his pants. I touched myself and bit my lip as the throb of desire grew and grew.
In my childhood home, I’d learned to touch myself quietly. It was a habit I’d never gotten rid of. I suppose I never knew what men wanted in bed, but I’d seen a few clips of porn—enough to know that guys liked women who screamed. I didn’t know how, though.
I was coming closer and closer to the edge, closer to the abyss. With my eyes closed, I could forget that he was watching me. Forget the strange room I was in, and the stranger circumstances that had led me to this place. A hard breath shuddered through me as my fingers worked into a furious rhythm.
Closer, closer, until—
“Ah!” I cried.
Jake had pulled the chains, tearing my hands away. A low breath shuddered out of my chest.
“Wh—why—”
Since spanking me, he’d done nothing but give me gentle caresses, so it startled me when he slapped me across my breasts hard.
“Were you going to come?”
I stared at him wildly. Desire contorted my body.
“You will tell me before you come,” he said. He said it without malice, without scorn. He said it evenly, so calmly that I had to play back the words in my mind before they settled into understanding.
“Jake—”
Oh, God. I’d forgotten not to say his name. He was right in front of me then, his fingers pinching my nipples, twisting hard. Pain seared my nerves.
Still...
“Please, I’m sorry—”
He grabbed the chains, but instead of raising them again, he let them out completely. My wrists fell to my sides, the ties slack.
If I thought he was going to let me out so easily, though, I was mistaken.
He shoved me backwards and I fell onto my back. The breath I’d been holding went out of me with a gasp.
He leaned over to the side of the bed. I heard the jingle of the chain as he grabbed it. He moved it down, his face intent.
“What are you—”
“Hush.”
“Are you going to punish me again?”
He moved to the other side of the bed and made the same motion. I tried to sit up to see what was going on, but he reached up quickly and grabbed the ends of the chains at the bedposts, pulling them.
With a sharp jerk, I realized what he’d done. The chains had been loose before, but now they were wound around something at the sides of the bed. When he pulled them tight, my arms were pulled outward instead of up.