I can’t respond. I’m too caught up in him touching me. His other hand is distracting me by molding to my breast and squeezing. When he finds my clit, I start panting. He doesn’t usually let me get this far in the middle of the day. He teases and torments me, but he doesn’t let me come.
I’m so close that my vision is blurred, and I’m fisting the sheets at my sides.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me, and then I’ll leave you to nap.” He says this like it’s a chore. Like I might complain that I don’t want to have to orgasm in order to be permitted to nap. It’s the other way around. I don’t want to nap at all. But I definitely want to be permitted to come.
I start shaking as he flicks his finger over my clit rapidly, and then I cry out when he thrusts two fingers into me.
“So pretty, little one. I love watching you come undone.”
I’m writhing beneath his touch, so close I can already feel the vibrations. I suck in a breath and hold it, my heart pounding as I find my release.
Master Kellen pinches my nipple as I scream. The throbbing increases, causing my vaginal muscles to grip his fingers hard. It feels so damn good.
I’m reminded that every single aspect of this lifestyle is totally worth it when I’m permitted to orgasm. There is nothing quite like it in the world.
Chapter 23
Master Kellen
I almost lost myself as I fingered Sabine earlier. She was so fucking precious that I came close to ripping my clothes off and sliding into her tight warmth. I wanted to. God knows I wanted to.
I couldn’t resist giving her that release. For one thing, she’s damn cute dressed for the first time in the younger clothes. Watching her walk awkwardly around in the thick training pants, knowing she’s affected by them while coming fully to terms with the fact that she has agreed to stay and be mine has tested my resolve all day.
I’ve reminded her how good it feels to come under my touch. I’ve reminded her that when she’s well-behaved, she gets rewarded. I’ve reminded her that tonight I intend to fully claim her body if she can manage to be obedient for the rest of the day.
So far, she has succeeded. She’s made it through an afternoon of playing, including some time outside in the backyard. She’s made it through dinner without complaint or argument. She has even put her toys away without me reminding her.
As I lead her upstairs for bath time, I’m so damn relieved. Home stretch. Today was kind of a test. If she had misbehaved on this particular monumental day, I would have doubted her interest in sex. Though I love having her as my little, I do long for the closeness and companionship of having a woman in my bed. I don’t think I would last very long with a headstrong little who managed to ruin an opportunity for sex.
She blows out a breath when I remove her clothes next to the tub and then lift her into the warm water.
She giggles when I tickle her side and then lather up her washcloth. She lifts her arms like a good girl and lets me wash her sweet body, shuddering when I linger on her breasts and then between her legs.
Finally, I’m done, and I lift her out to set her on the rug, dry her off, and then pat her bottom. “Go get in my bed, little one.”
She flushes as she turns and rushes toward my room. I watch her, hoping I don’t come in my pants before I can get them off.
Sabine is crawling across my bed toward the headboard when I enter the room. She turns around and watches me as I remove my shoes and socks and then my shirt. When I reach for the button on my jeans, she licks her lips.
Damn. She’s killing me.
After shrugging out of the denim, I climb onto the bed in my boxers. My cock is jutting out, creating a tent that no one could miss. Her gaze is honed in on my package.
She leans forward, reaching out a hand.
I grab her wrist and pull it over her head. “Lie back, little one. You won’t be touching me just yet. Later, I’ll let you explore.” After I’ve come inside her. After I’m sated enough to imagine tolerating her hands on me. Though at this moment, it seems like I might not be able to control myself under her touch until I’ve come about ten times. We’ll see.
She’s shivering as she lowers onto her back, squirming.
“Are you nervous, little one?”
“A little, Sir. It’s been a long time, and I’m anxious. I want to please you.”
“Oh, baby girl, you please me just by existing. There’s nothing you could possibly do in my bed that won’t please me.” I reach for her other wrist and join her hands together above her head. “Keep your hands here for now.”
She grips them together tightly. Her breasts rise, her nipples hard points.
I run my hands up her legs, part her thighs, and press them wide, exposing her pussy to my view. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing her swollen lips all pink and wet and ready for whatever I’m willing to give them.
She’s wetter than usual tonight, and her clit is throbbing, the hood drawn back.
I give her wrists a squeeze, reminding her to leave them there, and then I trace my fingers around her nipples, loving the way she whimpers and squirms. “Sir…”
“Stay still, little one. I decide when and how. You’re still my girl. Even here in my bed.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shudders at the reminder, telling me all I need to know about her response to my control over her.
When I graze my fingers down her belly, it dips and hollows. I part her legs farther and hold them wide. She moans. She’s so responsive, even when I’m
