She squeezes her thighs together in frustration. Again, Calder’s fingers find their way between her thighs. His erotic movements are slow and methodical.
“This has been fun, but I want to see some real punishment. Or I am going to fuck the bitch.” Harvart chatters through his teeth.
She utters a choked wail as, again, Calder lifts his hand at the final crest of her orgasm.
His hand relinquishes its hold on her arm, tilting her head back by her curls. She holds her breath, awaiting his next maneuver.
A yelp wrings out of her chest as his hand smacks her behind. Thefirm strike is like a shock to her system. He spanks her again and again, leaving her backside stinging. When he returns to her clit she can hear her arousal.
“I must warm her up for you.” Calder’s voice reverberates in his chest.
“Good,” Harvard coughs as if plunging through a frozen wasteland. “I am. Wanting to. Try her out.”
Calder pulls away, denying her another orgasm.
Damn him! He is intentionally keeping me from reaching my release.
A helpless groan bursts from her lips at his sadistic punishment that she does not deserve. Her squeals carry to the rafters when his frigid hand connects with her behind for another set of repetitive assaults.
Harvart and his men erupt in laughter at her discomfort.
This time, Calder’s fingers find her entrance. The shock of his frosty fingers is even more startling than when striking against her ass.
His frigid contact is strangely refreshing considering the searing heat of her disgraced humiliation on display to these wretched men.
Cold air nips at her exposed flesh, causing her to shiver.
“You are so wet for me, my filthy girl.” His low moan, against the shell of her ear, shivers down her spine. “Beg for your release.”
Her hands curl into fists. She refuses to give him the satisfaction of asking for an orgasm even if her pussy aches for it.
Calder’s beard tickles against her cheek. “Who is in charge here, baby girl?”
She bites down on her lower lip, shaking her head.
He tisks at her refusal and continues denying her release over and over until tears of frustration trickle down her cheeks. Two of his fingers toy with her entrance, forcing her to strangle a moan.
“Who is in control?”
She whimpers his name.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Scream my name. Tell them who owns you.”
She cries out as he teeters her on the fringe of bliss.
“No one forcesmyhand.” His teeth graze her neck, arousing her breathy gasps. “Beg me!” He bellows.
She hangs her head in defeat as her quivering lips part and beg of their own accord.
Instead of assenting and granting her that delicious release, he rips his fingers away, leaving her sobbing from the ache.
He tisks again, roughly tapping her cheek. “Not good enough.” He slaps her behind, jerking her forward on his lap. “Scream for me, Princess. Beg me to release you.”
“Please! Calder!” Hot tears fall along her cheeks, soaking the blindfold.
She is a needy mess, gripping the side of the throne for support and quivering with a desire that threatens to tear her apart.
Instead of an orgasm, he lifts her into his muscled arms, setting her onto the throne before removing her blindfold.
