“Do you like it now?”
“Yes, Sir.” The light touches were torment. My breasts felt full and heavy, and the sensation grew worse the closer my misbehaving hands strayed toward my nipples.
“Sophie,” he warned, and I quickly corrected myself.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this video?” he asked as I continued my stroking. I shook my head, my eyes drifting closed. The cool air on my hot, exposed clitoris made me want to squirm against the chair. He breathed in through his nose. “I’m going to watch it and jerk off, of course, but I’m also going to make you watch it. I’d love to restrain you, so you couldn’t look away, and force you to come again and again while you watch yourself doing what I’m going to make you do tonight.”
“And what’s that, Sir?” I wanted to know, but I dreaded it all the same.
He didn’t answer. He just said, “You may touch the undersides of your breasts as well, now.”
I skimmed my fingers over the sensitive swells, my breathing speeding up. I rocked my hips a little in the chair.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He reached below the blankets and I realized he was stroking himself with his left hand, lazy movements I couldn’t see.
I pouted a bit. “You know, it’s not fair that you get such a good show, and I don’t get to see anything.”
“I never said this was going to be fair.” He said nothing else, just watched for several long minutes as I teased my aching breasts. Just when I thought I would scream with impatience, he ordered, “Make wide circles around your nipples.” I did as he asked, and he watched me for a moment before continuing. “I’m going to count backward from ten, and for every number you’re going to make those circles smaller. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Slowly, he counted down the passes of my fingertips over my skin. I brushed across the puckered line of demarcation between the pale skin of my breast and the rosy, delicate areola. With every narrowing circle, my nipples grew harder, into stiff peaks I swirled my index finger around as Neil reached “one.”
“Now pinch them, between your thumb and forefinger.”
I did as he ordered, my head dropping back with a moan. I arched my back, forgetting in a second of bliss that I was under his control and not my own. I wasn’t sure if I could move or not.
“Do you want to move?” he asked, and my whimper in response elicited a chuckle from him. “You can, if you’d like. Keep pinching, though.”
I rolled my hips, the motion both relieving and intensifying the ache in my pelvis. I wanted him. That was the absolute worst part about getting my mental health back on track— I had a libido and missed the sex we weren’t having.
“Is there a vibrator in that pile of toys you brought out?” Neil asked. I nodded. “Stop what you’re doing, and get it. A dildo, as well.”
I swung my legs down and went to the end of the bed. I picked up a forked JimmyJane vibe and one of the dildos I’d brought out, a life-like one about seven inches long.
“Excuse me, but if I’m going to be fucking you, at least give me some credit,” he laughed, and I picked up another, slightly larger one. “No, none of those will do at all. Go back to the cupboard. You’ll find purple one in there you might like.”
“Um. Okay?” I gave him a smile coupled with a furrowed brow. I hadn’t seen any purple ones, just...
The moment I opened the cupboard, I saw it. It was what I would have called magenta, instead of purple. It was also just about as long as Neil was, and slightly thicker. Which meant I needed to carry the damn thing with two hands.
“You’re kidding, right?” I called, giggling as I exited the closet.
He grinned that malicious Dom grin of his and slowly shook his head. “As you were.”
My tummy fluttered as I scooped up the vibrator and carried it and the dildo back to my chair. I laid them between my legs, perilously close to the edge of the seat, and returned to my assigned position.
“Lay it on your chest, between your breasts, so it doesn’t roll away from you,” Neil instructed, but how the thing would roll I had no idea. At the base, a disturbingly detailed magenta scrotum curved down to a suction cup. So you could use it in the shower, obviously.
Man, I really had to go through that toy cupboard more often.
I did as Neil told me, the weight surprising against my chest. There was something decidedly filthy about reclining there, my legs spread, with a huge magenta dick nestled between my breasts for later use.
“Stroke your clit. However you like, whichever way turns you on most. You’re going to need to be absolutely soaked to handle that.”