Page 140 of Serpent & Saviors

“Sorry. Sir, may I come now, please?”

“No, my angel. You. May. Not.” With each word he said, he kissed my nose. “I do, however, know you are right on the edge. Hold it for me now a little longer. You look stunning like this. I’ll have to thank a certain someone tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

“Who?” I panted, trying to distract myself from the burning need to let go. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Why, Ivan, of course.”

“Ivan? Don’t you mean…” I moaned, forgetting what I was going to say as he put pressure on the damned toy between my legs. He shoved his fingers back into my mouth and I sucked them back.

“I think I’ll count you down. How does that sound?”

I nodded vigorously. He was going to relent, thank God. He counted backwards from ten. I focused on his voice and squealed when he got to five. He simply chuckled like it was the funniest thing ever to torment me so.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well. Five. So beautiful, four. Keep sucking my fingers, angel. Three. You can do this, two. It’s right there, one. Co…” He ripped the vibrator away from my body, and I sobbed loudly, rocking my hips up. His fingers left my mouth once more. So now I was empty everywhere.

“We haven’t cycled all the way through them yet, silly girl. I can’t let you come until we get to the last click. That’s how the game is played. You ready?”

The damned button was clicked again. I only had just enough time to brace myself before he replaced it, and a cry ripped from my throat. It was so intense and sensitive by this time. Damn Kinsley and her influence. I was going to die, tied to the bed in the playroom. RIP.

Next time ask your girl questions before you just willy-nilly ask for something.

My whimpers and moans only grew louder the longer it purred on my clit. I tried to be still, but my body had a mind of its own. My pussy throbbed, and the bedsheets felt soaked beneath me. I thrust my hips up as much as I could, chasing every sensation from the powerful toy.

“Sir! I need to come. I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

I screamed when his finger slipped inside me. My brain told my pussy now, go, go, go. The struggle to control it had all my senses firing on overdrive. It was sensation after sensation. His fingers sliding along my walls, the toy shoved harder into my clit by the position of his hand in my panties.

“I need to,” I whined.

SLAP! The sound reverberated around the room, and the ensuing sting lanced through my upper thigh. I cried out, startled, but not in pain.

“Did I ask you to beg? I don’t think I did. So until I do, you’ll refrain. Understood?”

I nodded, not able to form words as I zeroed in on the pounding of my heart and the never-ending sensation of stimulation.

“Good, I like it when you listen and obey. I would hate to have to stop. To not allow you to come for me tonight. To have to put you to bed without fucking you like I plan,” he growled.

“Please, I can’t hold it…not any…Please,” I begged anyway through quick gasps.

“Are you my good girl? Yes or no.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then you can, and you will hold it. This is what you asked for. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t give you exactly what you so sweetly asked for?”

Andrew pulled his fingers out and cupped my pussy around the vibrator, adding extra pressure, and I sobbed. Tears now streamed down my face, and my head rolled to one side. I slowly let myself slip away. Within seconds, the vibrator was removed, and Andrew clicked his tongue.

“Are you really going to disassociate on me?”

My head rolled to the other side, and then pain snaked through me from my nipple to my clit as he pinched and twisted it hard.

“I don’t think so. When we play—”

“We stay,” I grumbled.

His mouth closed over it, and I groaned. He put the vibrator back against my clit, and I pushed my chest into his mouth and grasped onto his hair like my life depended on it. Click last level.