I know exactly what I'm looking for. I've stocked this station with everything I might need, organized by sensation type and intensity. My fingers close around the handle of a wand vibrator, industrial strength, the kind that can force orgasms from even the most resistant body.
I turn back to face her, holding the vibrator where she can see it.
Her eyes widen.
"You came without permission."
My voice is flat. Controlled. The voice of a man about to deliver consequences.
"I didn't give you permission to come on my fingers. You took that orgasm without asking. That's theft, Scarletta. You stole something that belongs to me."
I flip the switch and the vibrator hums to life, a low buzz that fills the clearing.
"Do you know what happens to little sluts who steal?"
She shakes her head, though I suspect she already knows. She's written scenes like this. She's imagined exactly what I'm about to do to her.
"They get punished."
I step closer, close enough to press the vibrating head against her inner thigh, just inches from her swollen pussy.
"I'm going to make you come again."
I drag the vibrator higher, tracing a path through the wetness coating her skin.
"And again."
Higher still, until I'm circling her clit with the edge of the vibrating head, not quite making direct contact.
"And again."
I meet her eyes.
"Until you pass out."
Her breath catches.
"That's your punishment. Not denial. Not pain. Pleasure. So much pleasure your body won't be able to process it anymore. So many orgasms that you'll be begging me to stop, and I won't, because you didn't stop when I didn't give you permission."
I press the vibrator directly against her clit.
Her reaction is immediate, her hips jerking forward, a moan tearing from her throat. She's still so sensitive from the last orgasm that the stimulation must be almost painful.
"You're going to come for me over and over, until you can't stay conscious anymore. And when you wake up, you're going to remember that every orgasm belongs to me. Every time you come, it's because I allowed it. Because I chose to give it to you."
I increase the pressure slightly.
"Now be a good little slut and scream for me."
Chapter 10
Scarletta
The vibrator presses against my clit and the world narrows to a single point of sensation.
I'm already so sensitive from coming on his fingers, from the cane strike, from the flogger on my breasts. Every nerve ending is raw and exposed, screaming for relief and stimulation in equal measure. The buzz of the wand cuts through all of it, demanding my body's complete attention.
I come almost immediately.
