“It means that I can use you however I want.”
He tugged on my nipples, bringing me so close to the edge that I could almost feel the pleasure exploding through my entire body.I cried out in pleasure, desperate for him to push me over the edge.
Then he stopped.
I dropped my head back and whimpered, “Please, don’t stop.”
The bed dipped, as if he was leaning over to grab something from the drawer.When he returned, he began tying what felt like rope around my wrists and up my arms, binding them together behind my back.
Next, he moved to my ankles, tying them up.Then my knees, fastening something metal between them so I couldn’t move my legs together even if I tried.And I tried.The closer I got to my orgasm, the more and more I tried.
The more desperate I became.
“I own you,” he said into my ear.“I can use you however I want.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“I’m glad we understand that.”
I whimpered, “Please, can I come?”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
He moved around me, and suddenly, the vibrator stopped.
“No!No.No.No.No.No.No.No!Please!”
No response.Only shuffling across the floor.
“Please, Cairo,” I cried desperately.“Please!”
Again, no response.No sound.Nothing.
But he was still in the room, still watching,waiting, as if he wanted me to cry and plead for him all night.And if that was what he wanted me to do, then that was what I would do.Anything to please him.
CHAPTERSEVENTY-ONE
CAIRO
“Please,”Astrid whimpered, desperately grinding her hips against the vibrator.I hadn’t turned it on, but she continued and continued to rub against it, begging—no,pleading—with me to let her come.“Please, I need it.”
I leaned back against the seat and watched that pretty body move.
If I couldn’t have her emotionally, I’d have her like this, and I’d take my time with her.
The others in The Crew could use her as they wanted, but she would always come crawling back to me because nobody could give her the experience that I could.Nobody could make her cry and plead and beg for them like this.
She struggled against her binds, moving her arms back and forth in a weak attempt to escape, her tits bouncing for me.I pressed my hand against my bulge and grunted to myself, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.
Her patience wasn’t the only thing tested tonight.
“Cairo,” she cried, “please.”
After undoing my button and zipper, I slipped my hand into my pants, grabbed my throbbing cock, and pulled it out.My thumb glided over the pre-cum coating my head, and I imagined her drawing her tongue around it.
“Cairo, I know you’re still in the room with me,” she said.“Please …”
