‘Sorry.’
‘I make you sorry.’ He pretends to open the lid and I repeat my apology, more urgently this time. He puts the tub aside.
My pussy still feels melty-warm and full of need. I hope something very satisfying comes next.
But Dimitri has not tired of teasing me yet. He rubs my nipples with his open palms, very lightly, so that they seem to try to grow to reach him, to climb up to him. Once I am whimpering with need, he moves away and spends ages, real ages, just stroking two fingertips from my breasts to the top of my pubic triangle, over and over and over again, until the magic word is uttered.
‘Please.’
‘Please? Is something I can do for you?’
‘Please don’t tease,’ I whine.
‘No? So what to do instead?’
‘Please fuck me.’
‘Well, I don’t fuck my clients.’
‘I’m not your client!’
‘I know, but I need to practise for them. So I don’t fuck you. But I can do other things.’
‘Other …?’
Something starts buzzing. Now I am grateful for the earlier information about Kinky Cupcake’s devotion to toy hygiene. All the same, I can’t help blurting, ‘Is that thing clean?’
‘Rosie, it is brand new. Every member has their own labelled vibrator, right? Same with anything that goes inside.’
‘Oh, good. Ohhhhh. Goooooood.’
For he has applied the tip to my clit, glancingly at first, then giving it a proper vibration. Deep, deep satisfaction loosens my muscles and sinks into my bones. No more teasing. Proper working to orgasm now.
Except not.
He makes the vibrator perform a delicate dance along the ridges and folds of my labia, never staying in the same place for too long.
I tighten the muscles in my legs, the closest thing to a kick of frustration I can manage in my trussed-up state.
Dimitri laughs and teases, teases and laughs.
‘Oh, closer, closer, oh.’
‘Like this?’ He touches the tip of the vibrator to my clit, so briefly that I almost don’t register it, then removes it again.
‘No, longer! Keep it there.’
‘You are telling me what to do.’ He tuts.
‘I need you to … please.’
‘I like to hear you beg. Can you beg some more?’
The vibrator buzzes, infuriatingly lightly, along my perineum, twirling for one swift revolution in the shallows of my vagina before moving forwards again.
‘Please please please please please please.’
The bastard just runs it laconically along the crease of my thighs, close enough for its vibrations to make my labia and clit tingle, but nowhere near close enough to take any of the edge off my desperation.
My voice climbs higher, shriller. ‘Dimitriiiii.’ It almost cracks.
‘You want something?’
‘Please let me come.’
‘I can do that. If I decide.’
The warmed-up silicone kisses my vagina. It moves down, about half an inch, ready to effect full penetration.
I moan.
He flicks a switch and increases the vibrations. I prepare myself for the big push forwards.
It doesn’t happen.
He takes the vibrator back out, leans down and spreads my labia with his finger and thumb so that they are wide apart. He blows a gentle breath on to my clit.
I convulse, spasm with the maddening closeness of my orgasm. ‘Noooo.’
He repeats this little torture routine eight times. Eight times. My body is weak as water, my legs numb, my wrists sore from the struggle against the cuffs.
I spout a stream of gibberish. ‘You can’t … no … please … I need to … please let me …’
I am close to tears when he finally shoves the vibrator right inside, adding a thumb to my clit. Three firm thrusts are all it takes to bring me storming into a stars-and-planets blinder of an orgasm.
‘Oh God, so cruel, so fucking cruel,’ I rave, letting it all gush forth while he holds the buzzing phallus deep inside me and watches.
‘OK, nice,’ he says, once I’ve twitched to a halt. ‘I make you beg to come. Now I make you beg to stop coming. What about that?’
‘What?’ I try to raise my head.
He pulls out the vibrator, but it is still on its highest setting, vrooming away. He applies it to my clit until it sparks back into life and I can’t help trying to grind on it, greedy for my second coming. Once it is fat and full and my vagina sucks hungrily on three of his fingers, he swaps them around, filling my cunt with the smooth, thick silicone cock, pumping it up and down, frigging me with his fingers at the same time. The second climax is even harder than the first and I scream until my voice gives out, stilling to a ragged pant.
‘You like this, hmm?’
He doesn’t stop fucking me with the vibrator but keeps a smooth pace, slicking it in and out. I feel his hot breath, then his tongue, lapping at my overworked clit. I feel too sensitive there and my thighs try to clamp together, but of course they can’t.