No reply. I watched as she swallowed hard when I got to her, so I upped the stakes.
Leaning back to show her my incredibly wet pussy, I brought my hand down to spread myself for her. “Please, fuck me, Emerson. See how much I want you? This is all for you.”
I brought one finger to my entrance, and she growled at me. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Then you touch me. Fuck your slut like she deserves it.”
“And if you don’t deserve it?”
“Then punish me.”
Her eyes darkened, and my nipples tightened. My entire body went taut. Just her gaze alone was enough to send me into a spiral.
“Be specific, Pearl.”
I watched as her hands started to trail down her body, brushing against her breasts and further down until she started to undo her belt. A fire roared through me, knowing I was turning her on now.
“Spit on me. Make me feel dirty. Make me use it as lube for you to fuck me.”
Desire flashed across her face. She leaned forward and did exactly as I asked.
She spat onto my lower stomach, and I ran my fingers through it, rubbing it down into my folds before letting out a guttural moan at the contact.
“Fuck yourself with it, whore.”
Instead of feeling disappointed that she still wasn’t touching me, I slipped two fingers inside, slamming them into my cunt as hard and fast as I could, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I need more. I neededher.
But I knew she wouldn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet. That’s what made it all the more tempting.
When her hand slipped into her pants, I lost it.
“Let me touch you.”
She let out a laugh.
“After that weak performance? You don’t even get my touch yet, let alone be allowed to touch me. Now get up. Let me show you how stupid you were to be jealous in the first place.”
“You liked it.”
“You’re going to get double the punishment for that.”
I screamed, unable to hold back as a painful orgasm rocked my body.
“Fuck! Emerson! Emerson, please. Haven’t I been good enoug?—”
Shock waves went through me. I instinctively tried to jerk against the silk thread tying me spread-eagle to her bed, but I could barely move. She had tied a vibrator to my inner thigh and had it going on high against my clit.
“Safe word, or you’re only done when I say you are.”
I screwed my mouth shut.
The safe word was right there on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I wanted more, even after the unspeakable number of orgasms. My body was covered in spit and sweat. I was bathed in warmth and pleasure. A haze had settled over my mind.
And Emerson was there, guiding it all. Enjoying the view.
I looked over at her. She was completely naked, giving me a rare sight of her body. A small piercing on her nipple shined in the dim light of the bedroom as she sat on her armchair, spread out with her hand between her legs.
“Let me taste you,” I begged, my eyes running down to the tuft of hair between her legs.
