He stopped moving.
Damn it.“Please, Sir,” she capitulated.The need for him to continue was greater than her need to avoid embarrassment.“Please, Sir, put your finger in my hot cunt.”
From somewhere in the distance, she heard an elevator ding, and she realized others were starting to arrive for their workday.It heightened the danger and her response.
“Please, Sir,” he said again.“Put your finger in your sub’s hot cunt?”
She collapsed flat onto the desktop.He was single-minded in his determination to push her.Wildly she remembered that he’d promised exactly that.“Please, Sir,” she repeated, her pussy even wetter than it had been last night.“Please put your finger in your sub’s hot cunt.”Her words had an air of surrender to them, and it did strange things to her insides.
“Oh, my sub, I’d love to.”He entered her slowly, sliding in and out in an erotic finger-fuck.
Within seconds, she was hot with need.
The knowledge that the orgasm was his to give or withhold was excruciating.
She hoped he’d change the angle and press against her G-spot, but he didn’t.Instead, he ground his thumb against her clit.
“Please, please!”
“Which would make it easier for you to make it through the day?”he asked.“An orgasm?Or the sharpness of hunger?”
“Don’t deny me,” she begged.“I can’t take it.”
“You can.Whatever I say.Whatever I ask.”
“Yes,” she said.
“For today, wait.”
She smacked her palms against her desk.
“And with a little more patience next time, sub.My will, sub.”
“Has anyone ever told you no, Mr.Donovan?”
“Of course.”He kept his voice soft, near her ear.“Most regret it later.”
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
He helped her to stand.
Her clit was a pulsing, throbbing, annoying bundle of need.At this moment, she wanted him as much as she hated him.
“Say, thank you, Sir.”
She turned her head to the side to look at him.“Thank you?”
“Or it could be a really long time before I let you come again.”
In one of the forums she’d been following online, a sub talked about a Dom withholding orgasms as a way to ensure good behavior.Another had said her Master liked to leave her horny so that she came fast later in the day.They’d all sounded slightly sexy until she was the unlucky recipient, with hormones rushing through her blood and an unsatisfied pussy.“Thank you, Sir,” she said without a note of gratitude.
“Pull up your underwear.”He smacked her ass, hard.
She couldn’t believe he’d actually leave her this way.It would be at least thirteen hours, probably fourteen, until he took her home this evening.
After she pulled up her thong, he lowered her skirt into place.
“Thank you, Sir,” he prompted.
