She lay limp in his arms, indignation apparent in her expression. “You said you would get me off!”

“I am,” he said, a hint of warning in his voice. “Be patient.” He remained in place inside her without moving. As he kissed her, she tried to move on him, needing the friction to reach release, but he stopped her.

“Quit that or you won’t come tonight.” Her hips move as he said the words and he shakes her head. “You only respond to threats, don’t you? You’ve been a very bad girl.” He looked around the room, scratching his nonexistent beard, and then turned to her. “Where are your toys?” he asked gruffly. Her eyes lit up like stars and she tried to scramble off the desk to show him. “Stay,” he ordered.

“Under the bed,” she said immediately, pointing in that direction for good measure. He nodded and stepped towards the bed. He bent over and peered under. As expected, she had nothing under her bed other than a box with a lid on it. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed.

When he opened the box, his eyes widened. He glanced at her surreptitiously, making sure she had not noticed.

Cage filed through the toys… it was a collection that she had amassed. He picked out the one he knew would work best with his plans and pulled it out. He checked for the remote and made sure the batteries were working.

“When was the last time you used this?” he said, dangling it from his hand. She gulped when she saw what he was holding. It was her cherished egg vibrator and she used it if she wanted to be on the edge for a really long time… which was not often.

“A couple of weeks ago?” she answered, not knowing herself. “But they are all sanitized and ready to go.” He nodded. He brought it to her and showed it to her.

“I am going to put this in you and you are going to be at my mercy. You wanted to watch me touch myself, right? So I will give you that. But you can’t touch yourself.” Her mouth hung open as she heard. She nodded involuntarily but this was blasphemy.

He sauntered over and looked the egg over before crouching over her. One of his forearms were on one side of her thigh, while his other hand held the egg. He coated it in her juices, slowly getting her used to the sensation before pushing it between her wet lips.

She groaned in response as her muscles spasmed around it. The pace he pushed it in was so slow that she wanted to hit him. Thank god he took mercy on her and slowly kissed her lips, keeping her preoccupied. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his finger out and ensured that the string was in place.

‘Safety first,’ he thought to himself. He took the remote in his hand and set it on the lowest degree. She jolted, her hands flying up to her mouth as the vibrations began.

“Oh, Katherine? You aren’t allowed to cum.” The words registered too slow, and he was too far away by that point. He stood at a distance, his hand firmly at the base of the cock, tugging at his length for good measure.

“Do you want my fingers in you, little girl?” he said hotly, his fingers slipping over his length. “I could feel how hot you were… all for me. Isn’t that right?” Katherine nodded numbly. “Your pussy is so **ing wet,” he groaned, his motions becoming stronger. She cried out just as he increased the vibrations, feeling her stomach clench with need. “So soft…” he whispered.

He was having too much fun, she could see that. He facade didn’t slip and Katherine finally understood why the man in front of her had won so many awards. She just didn’t think she would have found out this way.

“Do you like to be finger **ed?” he asked suddenly. “I bet you do. I bet you want to feel my fingers deep into your pussy, finding that sweet spot and rubbing it over and over again until you are putty in my hands and coming like there is no tomorrow.”

“Yes, I want that,” she finally said. Her voice was scratchy and her throat dry. She had a lot to say, but she wouldn’t. She had decided that she really liked the game and playing along had the most rewards in the long run.

She loved watching him pleasure himself, but coupled with his filthy words, she wanted nothing more than to pleasure herself. The vibrations were high enough to keep her dripping but so low that she couldn’t come without assistance. She clenched her thighs together and rubbed them in tandem with his rhythm.

“Let’s play a game,” he said suddenly and she was confused. Weren’t they already playing a game? Why was he changing the rule all of a sudden? “Choose one, finger or mouth.” The working was beguiling. Wait, was he going to tie her up or gag her? She hesitated.

“Pick your choice or I will choose for you,” he warned darkly.

“Fingers,” she almost screamed. Even if he tied her hands up, at least she would be able to scream in pleasure. He wasn’t letting her touch anyway.

“Ah. Of course. You do love to be finger-**ed.” His words hung in the air and her jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected him to say that. This man, she had spoken to him and he had said the filthiest things to her but hearing it in action… it almost made her blush.

His hand glided over her skin. She enjoyed every second of it.

“I’m going to make you come now,” he proclaimed. She sat up straighter. He leaned in and kissed her before taking one of her hands and helping her cup her pussy. She was wet and ablaze, her mouth pressing harder against his as she felt her own finger enter. He guided her slowly for the first minute and it was nowhere near enough.