“I start on three.Sometimes I go as high as seven.”
“And you stroke yourself while you use it?Or do you just fantasize while it’s inside you?”
Her breaths were rapid.“I just imagine that I’m a captive.”She turned her head to the side.“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
“And that your orgasm pleases your captor?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Does he stand there and insist you come for him, or you’ll be punished?”
She whimpered.
“Does he?”He turned the vibe on, to four.
She cried out, lifting her hips.
“What’s the punishment if you displease him?”
“A spa…nking.”
He flipped her over.
She screamed.
“Does he let you hump the mattress?Or does he make you stay still, miserably so?I bet he does both, doesn’t he?”
She clawed at her rumpled sheets.
He took off his belt and wound it around her wrists, securing them together.Then he gave her hot little ass a sharp spank.“Answer the question.”
“Both!”
“I bet he leaves it inside you, doesn’t he, turning it up, wanting you to suffer for him first?”
“Yes.Yes.”
“Does he like your misery?”
“He smiles.”
“Oh, I imagine he does.”He stood where he was sure she could see him.Then he turned the setting to five.
She writhed.
“And what then?Does he give you more?”
Lara scooted up, as if trying to escape the pressure.
“What happens if you come too soon, Lara, and ruin his fun?Captives are made for their master’s pleasure, aren’t they?”
“Yes, Sir.”She turned her head.
“So you wouldn’t ruin his fun, would you?”
“No.No!”
He turned up the intensity.
