“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask with a quirked brow. She’s about to lie to me, and I don’t care to hear it. “I heard your vibrator from the hallway.”
“Um,” she starts, no doubt trying to formulate a response. Then her expression changes from shock to something more defiant. “I’m just engaging in a little self-care, I don’t recall any rules against that.” Her response is clearly a means to test me. The little brat is even fucking smirking at me.
“You’re right, I never laid out a rule stating you can’t make yourself come.” She can test me, but I’m going to give it right back to her. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open at my encouragement.
“Nooooooo. I’m fine. What did you need?” She squeaks.
“Baby, what I need.” I drag out the wordneed. “Is for you to continue playing with that pretty pussy of yours and make yourself fucking come. I won’t tell you again.”
I move to stand at the foot of her bed, with crossed arms, watching her chest heave under the sheet, at my demand. She doesn’t speak, but I hear her turn the vibrator on again and it seems she left it between her legs when I interrupted herself-care.
I can see her overthinking, yet again, so I decide to show a little mercy and take the lead. Lowering my voice, I command, “I bet your cunt is fucking soaked right now. Put it on your clit and leave it there.”
She gasps at the intensity and I grin, “Does that feel good, sweet girl?”
She nods and responds, “Yes, Sir.”
Good.
“Bend your knees and spread them more.” She’s still covered and it's killing me not to pull the covers off her so I can see how wet and swollen she is.
She obeys and I let out a choked groan.
“Do not come until I allow it or youwillbe punished. Understand?”
She nods again, and I allow it, because I’m more concerned with what’s happening between her legs, than I am her words. When she starts to shake, I know she’s close.
“Pull it away. Now.”
“What? But– ” she protests.
“Do it.” I command.
She does and I watch her release drift away before I let her put it back. It doesn’t take her long to get there again, but I need more from her. My cock is rock hard in my pants and I’m getting dangerously close to needing a release of my own. Once again,I’m toeing the line of what we agreed upon, but at this moment, I can’t find any fucks to give. I keep trying to tell myself it’s okay because I’m not fucking her, but I’m not sure I believe my own bullshit anymore.
“Oh my god! Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“If you want it, then be a good girl and beg for it.”
“Please, please, Sir. I’ll do anything if you let me come. I’m not sure I can even stop it,” she cries.
I wait a moment longer, before I relent, allowing her the release she so desperately needs.
“Come for me like the good little slut you are,” I growl. Before I can finish my command, she’s coming and it’s an even more beautiful sight than the last time. Her body is shaking, lifting off the bed and humping the air as she rides it out.
As soon as she finishes, she sits up, holding the sheet tight to her chest, and catches sight of my obvious erection. Yeah, you did that, baby. I want to tell her, but it feels like an admission I shouldn’t make.
“What do you say?” I tilt my head, waiting for her response.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice is practically a whisper.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you.” I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as her cheeks blush pink. “New rule. No playing with your pussy and no coming without my permission.” I'll add this to the growing list of things I shouldn’t be doing, but fuck it.
She stares at me, blinking and clearly speechless, then nods.
“Now get dressed and meet me in the living room. We have some things to discuss.”
