“Of course, you would,” she muttered. “You know that’s sadistic, right? And how do you know I wouldn’t just…just make myself come?”
“Because I would know and it would not go well for you.”
She bit at her lip. “Yes, I’ve masturbated.”
He started to move the washcloth over her nipple. Her pussy clenched, aching and empty. “What did you do when you masturbated?”
“Do we really have to talk about this?” she wailed. “It’s private.”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told her matter-of-factly.
“Oh, sure it’s not, so do you masturbate?”
“Yep. Sure do.”
Her jaw dropped open. Then interest filled her eyes. “Really? Can I watch?”
He let out a surprised bark of laughter. “What?”
“Oh. Sorry. God, I can’t believe I just said that. Umm, I think I’m all clean now.”
She tried to stand and he held her down with one hand on her tummy. “Stay where you are. Look at me.”
She kept her gaze to the right, away from him.
“I have a lot of patience, Ellie. But even that will run out soon. And then you’re going to be in trouble. Look at me.”
She raised her gaze to his. “I’m so sorry I said that.”
“Why?”
“Be-because we…I…it’s not something I should have…”
“I brought up masturbation,” he said simply. “Why should you be embarrassed over wanting to watch me?”
She could see he really meant that. And he was moving the washcloth down her stomach. Was he finally going to touch her there?
“What do you do when you masturbate?”
She groaned. “Bear, do I have to…”
“Tell me. You want to see me masturbate? I might consider allowing that but only after you do as I say.”
“Oh hell,” she muttered.
“Do you touch your breasts, Ellie? Do you caress them, cup them, run your fingers over your nipples?”
“I-I...” She licked her lips. “I sometimes pinch my nipples a little.”
“Really? Like this?” He cupped her left breast with his free hand and lightly pinched her nipple.
She gasped, thrusting her hips up instinctively. “Oh my God. It feels different when you do it.”
“Yeah?” He gave her other nipple a light pinch. “Different good or bad?”
“G-good. It feels a lot better when you do it.”
“I’m glad.” He moved the washcloth lower, down between her folds. She cried out as he ran it over her clit.