"You know where."
I release her breasts and step back. She makes a sound of protest that goes straight to my cock.
"I told you. No hints, no games. If you want something, ask for it." I circle around to face her, crouching so we're eye level. "Where do you want me to touch you?"
Her face is flushed, eyes slightly glassy. "Between my legs. I want you to touch me between my legs."
"Better." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "But you can do better than that."
She swallows hard. "I want you to touch my pussy."
"There she is." I reward her with a deep kiss, swallowing her moan as my tongue slides against hers. When I pull back,she's breathing hard and straining against the bench. "Good girl. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
I move behind her again and hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. "Lift up."
She raises her hips, and I pull the leggings down along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare. The sight of her like this, bound and bent over and waiting for whatever I decide to give her, makes my blood pound.
"Spread your legs."
She does, and I can see how wet she already is. Glistening. Ready.
"Look at you." I trace one finger through her folds, barely there, and she whimpers. "So responsive. Has anyone ever taken the time to work you up properly? To make you wait until you're desperate for it?"
"No." The word comes out strangled. "No one."
"That changes now." I slide one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, and feel her clench around me. "You don't come until I say you can. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
The question hangs in the air. I wait, letting her figure it out.
"Yes, sir."
God, her voice when she says it. Breathless and defiant and surrendering all at once.
I add a second finger and start to move, curling against the spot inside her that makes her whole body jolt. My other hand comes down on her ass with a light slap, just enough to sting.
She cries out, but not in pain. In surprise. In pleasure.
"Color?"
"Green. Fuck, green, please don't stop."
I don't stop. I work her with my fingers, alternating between deep strokes and teasing circles around her clit. Every time she gets close, I pull back, denying her the release she's chasing.
"Callum, please." She's trembling now, fighting against the restraints. "I need to come."
"I know you do."
"Then let me."
"Not yet." I lean over her, pressing my chest against her back so she can feel how hard I am through my jeans. "You've spent your whole life taking what you want. Right now, you're going to learn what it feels like to earn it."
"I can't." Her voice breaks. "It's too much."
"You can. You're going to." I slide my fingers deep and press my thumb against her clit, firm and relentless. "Because you want to be good for me. Don't you?"
