Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(29)

"Good girl. Starting with your hair, I want you to trace one finger down  around the back of your ear and under your chin. Lightly. Tease your  flesh for me."

That was unexpected. Foster didn't seem like the teasing type. Where was  the demands to shove my fingers into my pussy and start pumping away?"

"Do it, brat."

Eek. Right. If I was going to pull this off, I'd better get to  performing. This was no time for method acting, so I closed my eyes and  imagined Gray was doing these things to my body.

A quick gasp followed by a sigh escaped my mouth. I was only half faking it.

"Up to your mouth and suck your finger in. Get it nice and wet."                       
       
           



       

Okay, that I could do without any problem. I sucked on two fingers making sure he could hear.

"Run that finger around your nipples, but don't touch."

This teasing thing was going to get old fast. If I wanted teasing and denial I could have stuck with Gray and his demands.

"Run that finger all the way down your chest and stomach, but slowly.  Count down from ten and when you get to one your finger should be poised  above your clit."

"Ten." I rolled my eyes, because hell, he couldn't see anyway.

"Nine."

"Slower. Your touch should be so light you're only touching the tiny hairs.

"Eight." Grayson would have known I was a fast and hard girl.

"Close your eyes. Imagine it's my finger skimming over you."

"Seven." No man's hands could elicit a reaction from my body like  Gray's. They weren't soft and smooth, but rough from work. It was the  rugged edges that I loved.

"Six." I could almost feel the caress on my skin. It tickled in a delicious way.

"Five." In fact, it felt good. Like my skin was just noticing the touch for the first time.

"You should be close to your navel now, swirl around it three times before you move on."

Each time my hand passed below my belly button tiny butterflies flapped  their wings through my lower abdomen. They were anticipating the move to  between my legs.

"Four." The hair on my body reached up to meet the flight of my finger  over my skin. The last three numbers couldn't come fast enough. My  arousal had gone from pre-heated to ready to call the fire department.

I opened my eyes and saw my fingers hovering over my skin. Coño. I'd  gotten too into this little fantasy. I firmly sat on my hands so that  wouldn't happen again.

"Three...two." Somehow my voice had gone all breathy.

"Ah, ah, ah. If you don't follow directions, you have to start all over.  Go back up and do three and two again, but I'm being lenient with you.  It won't happen again."

Good God, I loved the threat of punishment. I'm not sure if I'd really  enjoy the actual consequences, but knowing they were there and someone  was watching to make sure I played by the rules was a major turn-on. Too  bad it wasn't Gray.

"Three." I once again imagined Gray's fingers floating over my body and  my pussy responded to the closeness of his imaginary touch like I he was  already stroking me. I whimpered.

"Two." I touched the bare skin above my lower lips. I'd become so wet  that I could feel it already. The evidence of how my body had responded  to this teasing amped up my level of need by about a thousand percent. I  hadn't known that a simple touch could get me so freaking turned on.

"One." My clit was so engorged I accidentally skimmed over it trying to  hover above it. I couldn't hold the squeal that burst from my mouth.

"Hmm. You are going to be fun. So very responsive. It's been too long since I played with anyone as inexperienced as you."

Ack. I'd done it again. My body was betraying me. I was so turned on, so  needy, that I considered for a moment doing everything Foster wanted  and more. "I'm so close. Are you going to tell me to touch my clit soon  or do I need to do it myself?"

"Ah, you're asking for that punishment now, aren't you?"

My body screamed for release. I hoped that if I pushed at his dominance  he'd get things moving. "I thought you were going to make me come."

"I'm not going to make you come, you're going to come for me. The sooner you learn that, the better it will be for both of us."

Every nerve in my body was tingling. No way, Jose, or Foster.

"Fuck you." What was it with all these Doms thinking everything was for them?

"Both hands on your tits. Now."

Thank god. I folded my arms so my hands were locked against my body. No  more doing anything that would increase my frustration. He wasn't going  to make me come and I wasn't coming for him. I was faking this whole  damn thing and I needed to remember that.

"Flick those nipples until they are hard. If you were here I'd be putting them in some alligator clamps."

I squirmed and pressed my leg together. I loved having my breasts and nipples played with.

"Don't think you're allowed to come. Those legs had better be spread wide."

Fuck a duck. It was like he had a camera in my room.

"What do you have nearby that could be used as nipple clamps?"

"I don't know. Can't we skip it and get to the touching myself part?"

"No, you need some punishment and I want to see how you respond to some  pain play. Now, think. Some sort of a binder clip or clothespin."                       
       
           



       

Who has clothespins in their room? "Uh, I've got some clips from the hangers in my closet."

To make it as real as possible I padded across the room, into my walk-in  closet and pulled apart a pants hanger. I snapped the clips a couple  times so he could hear.

"Good, put them on your nipples."

I knew how clamps felt, so I hissed a little, feigning pain.

"Yes, that's it. Now tell me, how's your pussy feel?"

I was so wet the moisture coated the inside of my thighs. My clit begged for attention. "Greedy."

That was no lie.

"Good. Now's time for your punishment."





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE





Busted




Ha. He had no idea how tortured I was right now for not doing anything  he'd said, except for the little slip up earlier when my hands went  wandering on their own.

"Lie back down and lightly rub your fingers along your pussy lips. Don't touch that clit."

I moaned with each pretend pass over my wet skin. If I was actually touching myself, I'd be so sensitive it would be torture.

"Yes, that's a good girl. With one hand sink two fingers into your cunt  and get them nice and wet. With the other give each of those clips a  tug."

"Oh, yes." If I ever had a choice in the matter again, I was totally  reenacting this scene for real with the harem. Or even better if I could  get Gray do to something like this with me.

"Push another finger in and draw those juices out. Let them run down  your skin. Coat your hand and slide it down to your asshole. Don't  forget to keep tugging on those clips."

After three days of orgasm denial and then this slow seduction of my  mind I was on the verge of falling into a deep abyss leaving nothing but  sensation. My world shrank into nothing but Foster's voice and my  imaginary Gray.

"Get your asshole nice and wet, slip a finger into the very edge and  coat your hole. Pull as much of your juices down to lubricate your  fingers and your asshole."

Pleasure danced over my body. I was getting wetter by the second and my  pussy tingled almost painfully. With every command he spoke, I pretended  to follow, wishing it were Gray playing my body this way. Every word,  every image, more blood rushed to my clit and nipples. Both were so full  that I had to grip the arm of the chaise to keep from touching myself.

"Slide a finger all the way into your asshole. Pump it in and out, relaxing your muscles around it."

"Oooh." What I wouldn't do for that to be Gray's fingers.

"Now a second finger. Stretch that asshole open. One more. Push those  fingers in there and fuck your ass with your fingers. Fuck yourself fast  and hard. Let me hear your cries."

I definitely liked some anal stimulation, and lord knew Ilario loved  giving it, but I was blown away by how my mind was getting me way more  turned on than any amount of physicality every had. I'd be adding  mindfucking into the rotation.

I was so close to coming. The tiniest touch across my clit would send me  over the edge. But that wouldn't be happening, and I had a part to  play.

"Please Foster, I need... please." The angst in my voice was totally not faked. I did need, just not him.

His breathing was almost as heavy as mine. "Tell me what you need."

Much more of this and I might come just from the words and the mind  games. Time to push him over the edge. Ahem, by pretending he'd pushed  me over. My When Harry Met Sally moment was ready to debut. "To touch my  clit, to come."