It’s frightening how much I need him.
He raises his head, a wicked gleam in his stormy eyes. “A little longer, I think.”
“No!”
But he doesn’t listen. He fits an attachment to the dildo, one that slips between my ass cheeks and stimulates my sensitive entrance back there. I squirm but can’t dislodge it. It adds another delicious dimension to my arousal. Delicious and disturbing. I never knew how good a vibrator there would feel.
This time, he leaves me for longer. Time has no meaning. The light under the door deepens to amber and disappears, chased by shadows.
By the time the door creaks open again, I’m relieved to see him but too exhausted to move. My skin glistens from my straining.
He removes the toy, and I’m not even embarrassed at the wet squelch it makes when it leaves my pussy. He undoes the bindings around my waist and leg, and I whimper.
“Jaeger, you have to help me.”
“I will, bunny. Shhh.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He frees me from the chains so he can lift me off the bed but keeps the cuffs around my wrists. He clips them together so my hands are still bound.
“No touching,” he warns. I’m so wrung out that I nod. Anything to be free of the low-grade torture.
He takes me to the bathroom and then rinses me in the shower. I sit and let him wash me. He’s careful with the sprayer around my swollen pussy. I spread my legs wide, and he shakes his head.
He’s not going to let me cum. But the fact that he’s denying me is extra hot. It disturbs me how much it turns me on.
I have the feeling he’s preparing me for something, but I don’t want to ask what. I’m afraid I already know.
After a dinner that he hand-feeds me, I’m feeling more myself. He clips my cuffs to the side of the chair and leaves me for a moment before returning and carrying me to the bed, where he’s changed the sheets.
“I’m going to uncuff you, but if I catch you touching yourself, you will remain tied up all night and all tomorrow.”
“Fine.” I offer him my wrists. He removes the cuffs and rubs the red marks, even kissing them. The brush of his lips sends flutters through my belly.
Which reminds me… “What happens if I cum accidentally?”
“You will be punished.” The look he gives me sears both fear and excitement into me. “And you will not like it.”
I wish I were brave enough to do it anyway. What sort of punishment are we talking about here?
It’s as though he can read my mind. “There are metal chastity belts made to be worn all day. They cover everything, from here to here.” He hovers a hand over my pussy, then runs a hand over my ass. “You think one day is hard? Try a whole week.”
My head goes back a beat. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” He’s dead-eyed, scarily serious, enough that I shrink from him.
“But”—I glance at the front of his jeans, which are tented with his erection—“you’re not cumming either.”
“It’ll be worth it.” He kisses my forehead. Just the touch of his lips gives me lower belly flutters. I want to cry. He draws back and sees my expression. “Don’t pout.” He tucks me into the blankets, making sure my hands are on top of the covers.
How am I going to sleep with this throbbing in my pussy?
Jaeger strips off his jeans, and his dick is like a flagpole. I’d salute it if I were in a better mood.
I look at it sadly until he covers himself with a blanket.
“I hate you,” I tell him.
He grins and runs a thumb over my lips. I tilt my head back, my breath growing heavy.
He takes his hand away, and I growl deep in my throat. I didn’t realize I made growling noises all the time until he pointed it out. “I am going to kill you.” He’s definitely higher on my People I’d Like to Kill list.
