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Am I moaning?I probably was.

“Do you feel the need building inside you?”

I nod.My legs are trembling.I need something.I needmore.I’m naïve, but I know I need to come.The only way to make this intense pressure in my tummy disappear is to orgasm.

I flick my clit faster as I pinch my nipple with my other hand.I can’t believe how wanton and brazen I’m being.

I draw in a breath and stiffen as I get close to exploding.

“Stop,” Mr.Hoffman orders.

I blink at him in confusion and whimper like a wounded puppy.

“Remove your hands, Natasha.Set them on your spread knees.”

I’m shaking and close to tears as I obey him.

“Good girl.Deep breaths.”

I try to breathe, but I’m not capable.All the blood in my body has gone to my pussy and breasts.There’s none left to convince my lungs to expand.

“Sir…” I beg.My voice is high-pitched and whiny.

He simply smiles gently.“Orgasm denial is an excellent form of punishment.I can and will force you to the edge of the cliff without letting you come any time I want.”

I think I might cry.That’s the closest I’ve ever been to understanding what an orgasm feels like.If I’d known it before this morning, I would have found a way to rub my clit twice a day for the past several years.

Instead, I’m just finding out what I’m missing now, and it’s too late for self-exploration.After all, someone is installing a camera in my room right this minute.I’ll never have the opportunity to masturbate ever again.Not if I commit to being Mr.Hoffman’s Little girl for the rest of my life.

“It’s not pleasant, is it, Natasha?”

“No, Sir.”I sniffle, trying to hold back the tears of frustration.

“I said I won’t touch you.Not for at least a week.I mean that.I won’t change my mind.You need a clear head to make this decision.I don’t want sex to muddy the waters and confuse you.If you want to spend the next week challenging me every step of the way, you will also spend it with multiple ruined orgasms.”

“I’ll be good, Sir,” I whine.

“I know you will.You will also test me.But you’ll learn that I will not be dissuaded.When I make a rule, I mean for you to obey it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Is your pussy still throbbing?”

“It’s not as bad as it was a minute ago.”

“Good.Lie there like that with your legs open for five more minutes, and then you can get your backpack and bring it downstairs to do your homework.”He gets up from the end of the loveseat and walks away.

I watch him, admiring his fine ass and the muscles bulging on his thighs and biceps.It’s a Sunday, so he’s at his most casual, but that’s not saying much for Mr.Hoffman.Casual means perfectly pressed khakis, a button-down shirt, and loafers.It’s not a suit and tie, but it’s only marginally less formal.I wonder if the man even owns a pair of jeans.

Finally, he looks at me.“You can get up now, Little one.Go get your bookbag and meet me in my office.”

His office?I haven’t spent much time there.I don’t question him, though.I quickly stand and right myself.My legs are still wobbly, my nipples are hard as rocks, and my panties are soaked.I just survived the strangest punishment, and I’m certain there are more surprises like it to come.

I’m up for the challenge.

Chapter11

Natasha

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