‘It’s getting hotter,’ I pant. ‘Much hotter now. Really warm. Tingly. Actually, it’s nice.’ My cunt feels glowy and expanded, a real hot spot. My nipples receive the same treatment and they return to throbbing life.
‘You like that?’
‘It’s kind of intense. I feel really … mmmm.’
My nonsensical ramblings bring his smiling face to where I can see it. He holds up another tub. ‘This one I have not used. I think it can be too cruel for today.’
It looks like some kind of hot pepper cream for the treatment of arthritis.
‘O say it is good after a spanking. Or bad. It is very painful, she say.’
I stiffen. ‘When did you talk to O?’
‘When I book the room. Hey, don’t look at me like that!’
‘Sorry.’
‘I make you sorry.’ He pretends to open the lid and I repeat my apology, more urgently this time. He puts the tub aside.
My pussy still feels melty-warm and full of need. I hope something very satisfying comes next.
But Dimitri has not tired of teasing me yet. He rubs my nipples with his open palms, very lightly, so that they seem to try to grow to reach him, to climb up to him. Once I am whimpering with need, he moves away and spends ages, real ages, just stroking two fingertips from my breasts to the top of my pubic triangle, over and over and over again, until the magic word is uttered.
‘Please.’
‘Please? Is something I can do for you?’
‘Please don’t tease,’ I whine.
‘No? So what to do instead?’
‘Please fuck me.’
‘Well, I don’t fuck my clients.’
‘I’m not your client!’
‘I know, but I need to practise for them. So I don’t fuck you. But I can do other things.’
‘Other …?’
Something starts buzzing. Now I am grateful for the earlier information about Kinky Cupcake’s devotion to toy hygiene. All the same, I can’t help blurting, ‘Is that thing clean?’
‘Rosie, it is brand new. Every member has their own labelled vibrator, right? Same with anything that goes inside.’
‘Oh, good. Ohhhhh. Goooooood.’
For he has applied the tip to my clit, glancingly at first, then giving it a proper vibration. Deep, deep satisfaction loosens my muscles and sinks into my bones. No more teasing. Proper working to orgasm now.
Except not.
He makes the vibrator perform a delicate dance along the ridges and folds of my labia, never staying in the same place for too long.
I tighten the muscles in my legs, the closest thing to a kick of frustration I can manage in my trussed-up state.
Dimitri laughs and teases, teases and laughs.
‘Oh, closer, closer, oh.’