“I know everything, Lulu.” I pinched her other thighs. “Now eat, so we can move on to phase two.”
“What’s phase two?”
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them back in.
She moaned.
“How’s your dessert, Lucinda?” I continued in a steady rhythm in and out, purposely ignoring her clit. She tried not to rock against my hand, but she was so wound up, she probably didn’t notice it. I slapped her thighs and she stopped. “I asked you a question, Lucinda.”
“Oh, sorry.” She inhaled and exhaled. “It’s really good.”
“Great. Then finish it up.”
“Then you’ll let me come?”
“I might.”
She whispered under her breath.
I shoved my fingers in and twisted them around, brushing her clit lightly with my thumb.
“Sir, I need to come.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” I chuckled. “Have you finished your food?”
“Almost.”
“Finish it all, Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Every. Last. Drop.” I coupled each word with a pinch to her clit.
Her thighs trembled and she tapped her feet on the floor. I wondered if the little dance helped keep her orgasm at bay. With the way she squeezed my fingers, I thought not.
I heard the sound of metal scraping the bottom of the crystal cup and imagined her licking the spoon clean, and again my cock had something to say.
“All done.” She dropped the cup and spoon on the table. “Please let me come now.”
“I don’t know if that sounds like a question, more like a statement.”
“I’m sorry. Please will you allow me to come?” She panted and her feet continued the little dance.
“Okay, Lucinda.” Her pussy convulsed and gripped my fingers. “You can come.”
A millisecond later Lucinda’s toes curled, her hands gripped the side of the chair. She lifted her hips and rocked against me as she fell over the edge.
A longer growl turned into a high-pitched scream and ended with, “Thank you, Sir!”
Her pussy twitched. I pulled partway out and Lucinda grabbed my hands. But then remembered herself and let go.
“Oh, no. Sorry.”
Her hand went back to the table.
“Blindfold back on, Lucinda.” I trailed a hand down her calf. Goosebumps popped out all over her skin. I hit the lights, and the room went into sudden darkness.
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” she whispered.
