“Good.”
Without further prompting, she began to masturbate, using her left hand to spread her labia while using her right index finger to stroke her clit.
Watching her get off while he played with her tits made his cock ache. Jacob had never been driven by lust, until she blazed into his life.
“Jacob… Sir…”
“Hold off a little longer.”
She bit into her lower lip, and she moved her finger off her clit.
“I didn’t give you permission to stop.”
“But—”
“Or to argue. You may want to do as you’re told before I change my mind about letting you have an orgasm at all.”
In the mirror, her eyes pleaded with him. Delighting in the power of her obedience, he shook his head.
“It’s pleasure.” She whimpered. “And pain.”
Jacob severed the connection of their gazes to look in the mirror attached to the wall in front of him. “You’ve allowed your thighs to close.”
When she moaned instead of correcting her error, he tugged on her nipples harshly before releasing them.
“Oh! Oh! I’m going to come.”
“My wonderful little sub enjoys a little nipple play? Good to know.” His use of the mirrors provided an added dimension. She was compelled to stare at him, but he was looking at her pussy. She couldn’t see him clearly enough to read his reactions. “But no orgasm yet.”
“Ja-cob!”
“You may want to do as I said. Show me your clit. Let me see how swollen it is, how needy it is. And did I say you could stop playing with it?”
Elissa hiccupped a tiny cry. There was no artifice here, just pure feminine response to his dominance. Her abdominal muscles quivered as she parted her legs, then pulled back her pussy lips.
“Move your right hand to your tummy and keep that pretty cunt on display.”
Her clit was as swollen as he’d hoped. That she’d held off her orgasm as long as she had was probably nothing short of a miracle.
Like a wolf, though, he was hungry for more. “It doesn’t look at all like you need to climax.”
“What?”
“You may continue.”
She tore her gaze away from the mirror to look up at him.
“Question, sub?”
Color fled from her face, as if she realized what she’d done. “No! I mean, no, Sir.”
Because she didn’t immediately correct her mistake, he slowly walked around to the far end of the bench. “Perhaps you need a little assistance.”
“I’m sorry, Jacob.” Misery dripped from her words.
“Nothing to apologize for.”
“Does this mean… Are you going to let me come?”
“If you were the Dominant, what would you do?”
“That’s not a fair question.”
“Is it not?” He slipped his forefinger inside her, then brushed her clit with the moisture. “Nevertheless, it’s one I’d like an answer to.”
She curled her right hand into a tight fist.
“Waiting.” Enjoying her ever-more frantic movements, he flattened the pad of his finger on her clit.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Elissa? If you were me, what would you do to a submissive who can’t control herself?”
“I guess…” She jerked her pelvis toward him, silently begging him to get her off. “I’d make her come multiple times.”
“Forced orgasms until she couldn’t stand up or think?” Wily. He fought to suppress his grin. “You wouldn’t deny her entirely and keep her on the edge?”
“No.” She panted. “Absolutely not.”
“So you’d do this…” He inserted two fingers inside her.
“Yes. Yes. That’s it.”
“And this?” He eased out, then slid forward again with three digits, stretching her. “Are you watching in the mirror?”
At his prompting, she turned her head to do as he said.
“I want you to see my fingers in your pussy.”
Her muscles began to clamp down on him. Helplessly she struggled to press herself against his hand as she sought relief. “Please, Sir. Please?”
“You beg so pretty.” He moved, then teased the entrance to her tightest hole with one of his pussy-slickened fingers. “You’re getting so close to being rewarded.”
“Oh God. I can’t, Jacob.” She jerked her hips in desperation. “I mean it. This is too much. Too, too much.”
“You can. You can do this for me.”
Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her chest. Had he ever pushed a submissive this far? And how much more could she—would she—take? Fuck, she was hot. Beyond amazing.
“I’m going to come.”
“Of course.” In the mirror, he captured her gaze. “In about a minute. Maybe two.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. This time, he let her get lost in her head. “Count, breathe, anything to distract yourself from what I’m going to do next.” Her body convulsed as he slowly finished inserting his finger into her ass.
Elissa cried his name over and over. The sound echoed around the room, bringing him pure Dominant satisfaction. “Keep your labia spread, Elissa.”
Her mouth parted, the only acknowledgment of his demand.
Still finger-fucking both of her holes, he bent to eat her pussy.
He filled her, consumed her.
Then she screamed as her entire body went rigid and her juices drenched his hand.
Before opening her eyes, she drank in long gulps of air. He eased his fingers out of her and helped her to move back a little on the bench so she could prop her feet on the siderail for support.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come, Elissa.”
She struggled to sit up, and he offered his forearm for leverage.
“That was…” With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her. “I’m actually no longer sure what day it is.”
“Then my job here is done.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He laughed. “Fear not. We haven’t gotten started yet.” A fact his cock was insistently reminding him of.
“That’s a little frightening.”
“Then, fair Elissa, you should be terrified.” He left her long enough to wash his hands and grab her a bottle of water.
Since she was still a little shaky, he uncapped it for her before asking, “How much of a break do you need?”
After taking a sip, she offered the water back to him. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”
Pride in her surged through him. A sub who could keep up with his pace was priceless. “There’s the small detail of your failure to keep your gaze on us while I was being generous enough to give you an orgasm.”
Her breaths were shallow. “But wait.” She glanced up at him, with hunger in her expression. “I can explain.”
“Unnecessary.”
“I’m throwing myself on your mercy, and your understanding nature.”
He scoffed.
She blinked several times in quick succession.
“Did you just bat your eyelashes at me, submissive? Trying to manipulate me into going easier on you?”
“Me?” She pressed a hand to her heart in mock surprise. “I’d never do such a thing. Perhaps Sir is mistaken.”