please, please. I want to come. Sir!”
“Not yet.” He continued the gentle torture, his cock getting harder and harder. She was so much more responsive than he’d imagined she might be, and seeing her arousal made him horny.
Her words sounded nonsensical, a combination of pleading and demand, all wrapped together.
When he was sure she couldn’t take any more without orgasming, he pulled his hands away. “That’s a taste of what’s to come.”
She whimpered, her forehead pressed to the wood, her hands still on her buttocks. He stood and moved to the sink to rinse his hands while she regained her composure.
“Master Michael…”
At the sound of confusion in her tone, he turned off the tap and looked over at her. “Sydney?”
When she didn’t respond, he returned to her, devouring the distance in a few brisk strides. “I’m right here.” He sat on the floor and gathered her into his arms. Who would have suspected that the toughness she projected was mostly an aura? And he guessed she’d blacken his eye if he even hinted as much to her. She was such an intriguing dichotomy. “Talk to me,” he said. “Do you need me to remove the clamps?”
“No.” She pushed against his restraint. “There’s nothing wrong. I promise.”
“Did it bother you that I left you?” He brushed hair back from her face. “Do you hurt?”
“Everything is okay.” She sighed, sounding exasperated. “The whole orgasm denial is just driving me crazy. Everything tingles, and there’s a gnawing inside me. I haven’t felt this way before. Please, don’t overreact. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”
He frowned at her. At best, that was a half-truth. But he suspected he’d get nothing more from her. Still, he liked having her in his arms, inhaling the citrusy scent of her shampoo and touching her bare skin.
“You worry too much, Sir. I’m okay. I always was. I promise.”
“I never doubted that,” he assured her.
“Can we continue, Sir?”
He debated what to do. Part of him wanted to talk, but maybe she was right. Maybe he’d heard something in her voice that really hadn’t been there. A bigger part of him wanted to put each of them out of their misery.
“I am so ready for an orgasm.”
“Little sub, you’re going to get more than one.”
She smiled. “The night is not getting any younger, Sir. And neither am I.”
Her momentary weakness was gone, if it had ever really been there. In its place was bravado, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a façade. Either way, he was more determined than ever to care for her, to give her a different experience than any other Dom ever had.
He loosened his grip. “When you’re ready, crawl to the stairs.”
She started to move, but then stopped and resumed at a much slower pace.
The trek up the stairs couldn’t have been easy. The steps had no carpet, and since the house was old, the pitch was steep. The view, though, was sexually gratifying. If he had his way, he’d keep her here, naked and needy. “Second door on the left,” he said. “Kneel up,” he instructed when they entered the room. He assumed she’d been around the lifestyle long enough to know what he meant, and clearly she did. She knelt with her legs slightly parted and her hands on her thighs.
He removed all the pillows from the top of the bed and piled them beneath a window. He left the blinds open so the smattering of stars were visible in the inky distance. Since his room was at the back of the house, no one would be able to see in, not that she would mind at any rate.
After pulling back the comforter, he said, “Please get on the bed and lie on your back.” As she climbed onto the massive four-poster bed that his father had constructed from local trees, their gazes met. He wasn’t a mind reader, but he was convinced he saw trust in the way her eyes were open so wide. If there was anything headier, he had no idea what it was. “I’m going to remove these clamps,” he
“Not yet.” He continued the gentle torture, his cock getting harder and harder. She was so much more responsive than he’d imagined she might be, and seeing her arousal made him horny.
Her words sounded nonsensical, a combination of pleading and demand, all wrapped together.
When he was sure she couldn’t take any more without orgasming, he pulled his hands away. “That’s a taste of what’s to come.”
She whimpered, her forehead pressed to the wood, her hands still on her buttocks. He stood and moved to the sink to rinse his hands while she regained her composure.
“Master Michael…”
At the sound of confusion in her tone, he turned off the tap and looked over at her. “Sydney?”
When she didn’t respond, he returned to her, devouring the distance in a few brisk strides. “I’m right here.” He sat on the floor and gathered her into his arms. Who would have suspected that the toughness she projected was mostly an aura? And he guessed she’d blacken his eye if he even hinted as much to her. She was such an intriguing dichotomy. “Talk to me,” he said. “Do you need me to remove the clamps?”
“No.” She pushed against his restraint. “There’s nothing wrong. I promise.”
“Did it bother you that I left you?” He brushed hair back from her face. “Do you hurt?”
“Everything is okay.” She sighed, sounding exasperated. “The whole orgasm denial is just driving me crazy. Everything tingles, and there’s a gnawing inside me. I haven’t felt this way before. Please, don’t overreact. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”
He frowned at her. At best, that was a half-truth. But he suspected he’d get nothing more from her. Still, he liked having her in his arms, inhaling the citrusy scent of her shampoo and touching her bare skin.
“You worry too much, Sir. I’m okay. I always was. I promise.”
“I never doubted that,” he assured her.
“Can we continue, Sir?”
He debated what to do. Part of him wanted to talk, but maybe she was right. Maybe he’d heard something in her voice that really hadn’t been there. A bigger part of him wanted to put each of them out of their misery.
“I am so ready for an orgasm.”
“Little sub, you’re going to get more than one.”
She smiled. “The night is not getting any younger, Sir. And neither am I.”
Her momentary weakness was gone, if it had ever really been there. In its place was bravado, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a façade. Either way, he was more determined than ever to care for her, to give her a different experience than any other Dom ever had.
He loosened his grip. “When you’re ready, crawl to the stairs.”
She started to move, but then stopped and resumed at a much slower pace.
The trek up the stairs couldn’t have been easy. The steps had no carpet, and since the house was old, the pitch was steep. The view, though, was sexually gratifying. If he had his way, he’d keep her here, naked and needy. “Second door on the left,” he said. “Kneel up,” he instructed when they entered the room. He assumed she’d been around the lifestyle long enough to know what he meant, and clearly she did. She knelt with her legs slightly parted and her hands on her thighs.
He removed all the pillows from the top of the bed and piled them beneath a window. He left the blinds open so the smattering of stars were visible in the inky distance. Since his room was at the back of the house, no one would be able to see in, not that she would mind at any rate.
After pulling back the comforter, he said, “Please get on the bed and lie on your back.” As she climbed onto the massive four-poster bed that his father had constructed from local trees, their gazes met. He wasn’t a mind reader, but he was convinced he saw trust in the way her eyes were open so wide. If there was anything headier, he had no idea what it was. “I’m going to remove these clamps,” he
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