“You want to make me happy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan. “Badly.”
He turns the vibrator down. I moan, watching him, not sure what I did wrong.
“If you could leave right now with the money, would you walk away?”
I watch him, trying to think, not sure what to say. I feel like there’s an obvious answer.
But I want to be honest. Would I leave right now if I’d get paid? I’m supposed to be here for the money and nothing else. That sort of cash would change my life and put me on a path to a better existence. I could be happy and free with that money.
No, I realize. I wouldn’t leave. I don’t want to go anywhere. Maybe the cash would change my life but I’d rather stay and learn more about Ethan. I’m fascinated by him. Actually, I’m attracted to him in ways that I couldn’t imagine.
It’s this, his little games. They feel so good and push me so far. I’ve never felt like this before.
“No,” I say honestly. “I wouldn’t.”
He watches me for a second then smiles and turns up the vibrator again. Pleasure rips through my core. “Good girl,” he whispers, then steps closer to me.
I look up at him, moans escaping my lips, pleasure rocking through my body. I can barely think and I don’t know what I’ll say to him if he asks me any more questions. There’s only one thing that I want, and it’s him, his body, his touch. I crave it so badly, and yet he’s holding it back. I know he’s doing it on purpose but I want to scream for it, I want to beg for it. I can feel the words on my lips, the begging that might get me what I want.
He crouches down in front of me and puts his hand on the side of my face. I move over and take his thumb between my lips, sucking on it, biting it softly. I look him in his eyes and I can see the desire there, almost as strong as mine.
“Do you want to come?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I moan, tossing my head back. “Please, I want it so badly.”
“You want to get off, my little pet?”
“Please, Ethan,” I moan. “Get me off.”
He turns the vibrator down. I gasp, shocked. “Ethan!” I moan, practically whining.
He stands. “I think you’ve been punished enough.”
“What?” I moan. He turns off the vibrator and takes it away. “Ethan!”
He unties my hands. They drop down to my sides and I stare at him, so frustrated, even a little angry. How could he stop right there? How could this be over? I was so close, right on the edge, and he’s walking away?
I’m actually pissed off. I like his games but not if it means I’m going to be pushed but not given the release that I need.
“When I leave the room,” he says, looking at me, “I want you to finish yourself off. Do you understand?”
I pause then stare at him and slowly nod. “I understand.”
“Good girl. But you can’t use this.” He holds up the vibrator. “I want you to fuck your little pussy with those fingers and come as hard as you can.”
“Yes, Ethan,” I say, excitement ringing through me again.
“Good girl. I’ll be listening right on the other side of that door.” He touches my face again and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.
But he doesn’t. He turns and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I don’t waste a single second. I spread my legs wide, shove my hand down my panties, and press my fingers deep inside of my pussy. I lean forward, braced on one hand on the floor, knees spread wide, as I fuck myself, moaning his name.
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Ethan
As soon as the door clicks shut, I press my back against it and let out a deep groan.
The hallway is clear as I listen to what’s going on back inside that room. I can hear her moaning, her voice getting loud and deep, and suddenly I hear her say my name.
I hear her say my name.
It drives me fucking wild. That whole experience was a test in patience and self-control for me. All I wanted to do was slide my cock down her pretty throat and fuck her until I came, but I knew it was too soon. I need to keep pushing the boundaries, keep building the suspense. I need to control everything about this.
But fuck, I don’t want to be in control. I unzip my fly and take out my cock, unable to stop myself. I’m hard as hell, practically ringing with need. I begin to stroke myself, listening to her fuck herself with her fingers.
Goddamn, I want to go back in there. I want to go in and watch her do exactly what I told her to do. I can hear her voice getting louder, her breathing getting deeper, and I know she’s making herself come. I stroke myself faster, desire and pleasure exploding through my body.