“You’re aroused?” he asked. “You want to have an orgasm now?”
She rolled her eyes at his rhetorical question, turning her face away from him, effectively cutting off communication. He knew how to get her attention.
“I could make you come.” With one hand, he pulled her panties aside and with the other he cupped her mound. The gloves were made out of rubber, highly insulating, but thin. He could feel every slippery fold of her sex. He pulled back until the tip of his gloved finger touched her clit. He circled. She made a strangled sound.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she panted, hands curling into tight fists at her sides. She bucked her hips.
“Hold still.” She stopped moving immediately. He flicked her nub, barely touching it, imagining the wings of a butterfly. He was attuned to her every response as he made slow circles around her clit. A flush spread across her chest. Her eyes clamped shut. Her thighs tensed and she began to pant. He took his hand away and pulled her panties back into their proper place.
Her eyes shot wide.
“I promise I will give you an orgasm,” he said before she could release the scream he sensed was coming. “But let me ask you this. How does it feel to stand mostly naked in front of me? To anticipate my touch, to wonder what I have planned for you, to trust that I will stay focused on your pleasure and draw it out as long as possible?” As he spoke, his fingers danced over her skin, tweaking a nipple, brushing against the front of her panties, reaching behind her to squeeze her ass.
“You are a sadistic bastard.” Her eyes followed his hands.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I want to come,” she said, at last. “I feel desperate, but now that you’ve pointed it out, I can see that the build-up is also…fun.” Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “I understand why you enjoy this game.”
He slid his hand into her panties again.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You are a very quick study. I might be a sadistic bastard, but I’m not a monster.” He could wait a little longer for his release, but it wasn’t fair to leave her hanging. A reluctant novice couldn’t be expected to appreciate the finer aspects of edging. “Plus, you’ve given me an idea. I want to hook you up to the bio-enhancer and see if any of the energy I pumped into you last night is still there. But first I’m going to reward you with an orgasm.”
“Reward me?” Her mouth fell open, in outrage, he assumed.
“I support your feminist principles one hundred percent, but let me make another point. Focus on the level of your arousal as I tell you how I would like to spend the next few hours.” She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, telling him she was listening. “I want to make you come so you aren’t distracted while we experiment with a lethal weapon. After our experiment, I want to clamp your nipples and hang a chain between them. I want to put a spreader bar between your knees so that you can’t rub your thighs together while I electrically stimulate your nipples until you orgasm again. By then I’ll have had just about all the fun I can handle without setting the basement on fire, so I’ll whip you and fuck you.” He moved his fingers in and out of her body, gliding on the moisture pouring from her folds. “It turns me on to treat you like a submissive. Will you allow me the pleasure?”
Her body spoke for her, flushing, scenting the air with arousal, but he waited for her consent. “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, pressing two fingers deep inside her. Her body fluttered around his hand, making him, impossibly, harder. He composed his expression, expecting her answer to have something to do with exploring her talent.
She swallowed. “Because I like what you are doing…very much.”
He released a breath, delighted. “Then sit on the stool and hold on with your hands. Put your feet on the rungs and spread your knees. Watch my hand.”
He moved with her as she pulled another stool from beneath the table and eased onto it. When she was in position, he said, “Sit up straight.” The position was perfect, tilting her sex toward the stool. He kept his index finger inside her, base touching her clit, tip curved toward her g-spot and the length of his finger pressed against the engorged tissue of her vulva. “Ride my finger,” he commanded. “Grind until you come.”
He suspected it was the first time anyone had made a sexual demand like that of her, but she didn’t hesitate. She kept her eyes on the spot where his hand disappeared inside her and slowly began to move her hips, moving faster as the sturdy stool held steady as she rocked. She swelled against him, squeezing his finger as she took her pleasure. Her breath came faster and his did too.