Page 65 of Vienna Betrayal

“Leave my poor clit alone,” Alena panted.

“No. I’ll play with you as long as I want. In any way I want.”

His hand slid between her thighs, his chest brushing her back. When his fingers dipped into her pussy, finding the pool of wetness, he swirled it up and around her clit, which was hypersensitive after the torment of the stylus.

Or maybe it was hypersensitive because in the hours they’d been playing he had yet to let her come. The devious bastard always pulled back, stopped touching her, just before the orgasm would have claimed her.

After tormenting her pussy with the stylus, he’d worked her ass with anal beads, pairing that with a gentle hand spanking of her pussy.

Then the bastard had yanked the clamps off and made her suck his cock while her nipples and labia throbbed, her sore tongue working the underside of his cock.

And now she was on her knees on the bed, black leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle, with short chains connecting right wrist to right ankle, and the same for her left limbs. Simple bondage that nonetheless prevented her from getting off her knees. He’d joined her on the bed, his chest to her back, his hand between her legs and she’d hoped he was almost done tormenting her.

That hope had proven vain.

His finger swirled around her clit, and then he was gone. Fabric rustled and she turned her head, listening.

“Are you getting naked, Sir?”

“Yes.”

“Can I please take the blindfold off?”

The blindfold had been the last piece he’d added to this bondage arrangement.

“No.”

“Please, Sir. I want to see you naked.”

“And I want to keep you blindfolded.” The bed dipped behind her, and then his hands were on her arms, holding her still. “Helpless.”

He leaned in and she sucked in air when she felt the tip of his cock nudge her lower back. His chest brushed her shoulders and he was most definitely naked.

She leaned back, wiggling her hips so the tip of his cock rubbed across the top of her ass.

“No,” he commanded.

“Damn it.”

“Frustrated?”

“Who me? Not at all.”

“No lying.” He smack her pussy once. “Don’t make me punish you.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“You don’t sound sorry. You sound frustrated.”

“I am frustrated.”

“I want to hear you beg.” He grabbed her breasts, pulling her back against his chest, his cock pressed between their bodies.

She would do anything, say anything, to have that cock inside her.

“I need to come,” she moaned. “I need to come with your cock in me, your hands on me. I need a release from all this before I go insane.”

His lips feathered along the side of her neck, and then he bit her shoulder. “Only pleasure, no more pain?” His words were muffled against her skin.

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