“Just—just let me come!”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “What gave you the impression that you’re in charge here?” I question. “When you’re on my table or my bed, anywhere that belongs to me,I’min charge. You don’t get a say—I decide what happens, and your only option is to accept. Got it?”
“Why?” she whines. Some of the fire comes back into her eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can,” I reply. “Because it’s fun. Because you’re mine, and this is my favorite way to play with you. Shut those pretty lips unless you want me to put them to good use, and give yourself over.”
This time, I work her up until she’s so close to release, tears start rolling down her cheeks and any sign of intelligence escapes her eyes, leaving behind a lost look of confusion mixed with fierce desire. That’s when I know I have her precisely where I want her.
“Ask me nicely for an orgasm,” I instruct her. “Make it good, and I’ll let you come.”
She blinks a few times, brows furrowing. Some semblance of thought enters her gaze again, and irritation brings a blush to her cheeks. “Fuck you.”
“Bad girl.” I nip her thigh. “Don’t curse at me while I’m playing with you. That won’t put me in a lenient mood.”
“I’m not asking you to continue this assault!”
I shrug. “Suit yourself. Let me know when you’ve changed your mind. Until then, enjoy the torture—I know I will.”
I drive her up toward the edge repeatedly, pulling back when she’s just on the precipice of coming each time. And yet, my little Flower doesn’t relent. There’s definitely a submissive hiding somewhere inside her, but it’s not ready to come to the front just yet. She still needs to be coerced with force or threats.
“I’m going to drive you up again,” I tell her. “If you don’t ask me nicely to come, this scene will turn into a punishment.” My tone is hard and impassive, conveying that I’m not fucking around. “You know what my punishments look like. To be honest, Scarlett, nothing would satisfy me more than kicking back and watching you suffer—not with pain, as you should know, but with something far more potent.” I rub her swollen clit up and down with my thumb. “You know how this goes. Submit, or suffer. The choice is yours.”
I return to enjoying her dripping pussy, which now quivers and pulses with her every breath. My little Flower is so desperate to come, mewls and noises akin to sobs escape her.Finally, she gives me what I’m after.
“I have to come.”
“That’s not a question, and I don’t take requests from you during playtime. Certainly not demands. If you want something,beg.”
A groan of frustration escapes her. “Fuck,please—”
“Please what? Please keep tormenting me… or please let me come?”
A sob escapes her lips. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut. “Please let me come.”
“Say it like you mean it, and you better look at me while you’re asking me for an orgasm.”
Her eyes open, and she stares at the ceiling for a few beats before turning her gaze to me. “Please, let me come.” Under her breath, I hear her whisper,fucker.
She’ll pay for that quip later. For now, I don’t waste any time. I fix my lips over her clit, slam three fingers inside her, and suck on her little nub while massaging her walls. She comes apart with a choked scream, shaking, shivering, her whole body convulsing. She’s an absolutevisionlike this, crying and begging me for a reprieve while simultaneously telling me not to stop.
Scarlett is my desperate, needy, overstimulated mess—and I can’t get enough of her like this. I know it’ll only last for a few moments, but right now, she’s mine in body—giving herself to me after a mere forty minutes of edging. I keep going until she’s begging me to stop in earnest. Only then do I pull away, giving her a break.
“One day very soon, I’m going to strap you to this table and smear a stimulant over your pussy,” I whisper. “Then, I’ll leave you here until you’re sobbing for an orgasm. Once I think you’re thoroughly ready, I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
“I…I—”
“Not a question,” I inform her. “It’s a scene I’m very much looking forward to. For now…” I start to undo her restraints, first her ankles and then her wrists. I massage her a bit, help her come down from the high. Once again, that slightly lost and confused look glimmers in her eyes. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her over to the bed, setting her down on the bedspread. I very much want to climb in with her, hold her in my arms, but I’m afraid that’ll break through the daze of submission overcoming her right now. For now, we’ve already made incredible progress.
Max was right when he said she has a submissive side—if only a small one, and one that needs to be coaxed out. I’m more than happy to do the work to get her there.
“Such a pretty girl,” I whisper, stroking her hair. “So beautifully submissive.”
She blinks drowsily, her eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not submissive.”
I smile. “Alright.” I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her chin. I hover my lips over hers,dreamingabout the way she tastes, desperate to finally find out what it’s like to kiss her… but I made a promise to her that I’d let her keep that bare bit of agency, and I will. No matter how much I abhor it.
I know I’ve taken a lot from Scarlett. Her freedom, her prospects in the outside world—which were actually quite promising. What she doesn’t yet know is that I plan to give back what I’ve taken, and the sole fortune of our time apart is that I had plenty of time to prepare for her arrival.
