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I scurry over to the bed, earning a spank on the ass from Ben as I pass him. I get into position and watch as he slowly strips down to just his black boxer briefs. I allow my eyes to greedily take in everything I haven’t been able to see at work. The dark hair on his chest, the thickness of his thighs, the hard planes of his chiseled stomach.
He really is a god among men.
Ben walks over to a cabinet and retrieves some things I can’t see, then comes and stands at the end of the bed.
“Since you were so impatient you broke my rule, I want you to spread your legs and show me how you touched yourself.”
When I don’t immediately follow his command, he sighs. “I’m giving you permission to touch yourself,Dulzura.So be a good girl, spread your legs, and show me your pussy. Show me how you rode your fingers.”
“I—” I clamp my mouth shut since I wasn’t asked a question.
“You… what?” he prompts.
“I didn’t use my fingers, Sir.” Embarrassment makes my whole body heat up. How pathetic is it that I couldn’t even get off on atoy?
Ben shakes his head. “You mean to tell me you used a toy, and you couldn’t get yourself off? Were you so desperate for my cock your pathetic little toy didn’t do the job?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, there’s no toy here tonight. If you’re a good girl and show me what a desperate slut you are, maybe I’ll give you my cock. But you have to earn it. Now, spread them.”
I gulp but slowly spread my legs. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone before. Sometimes the religious guilt still creeps in when I’m masturbating and ruins the mood, which is why I usually seek out partners.
Touching myself in front of Ben feels too intimate, too embarrassing. But I guess that’s why this is a punishment. I already know I won’t get myself to an orgasm, even though I’m so pent up. I want his hands. His mouth. His cock. I wanthimto bring me pleasure.
Another reason this is a punishment. He’s depriving me of his touch because I broke the rules.
Bringing my hand down to my clit, I start rubbing in harsh circles, wanting to orgasm before he tells me to stop.
I don’t get very far before he barks, “Stop.”
Chapter 20
Ben
Emma’s fingers stop, and she pouts but doesn’t protest.
God, I’m filled with so many warring emotions. I thought she wasn’t going to show tonight. I sat here, anxiety and rage swirling around me like a dark cloud, trying to figure out how I was supposed to go on at work like nothing was happening if she decided she was already done with our deal.
I was…disappointedwhen she was late. Her reasoning made sense, traffic is unpredictable, but then she mentionedJordan,and I was irritated. Jordan, who I picture as a handsome man. Jordan, who probably wants to fuck Emma as badly as I do. Jordan, her roommate, who probably knows all the intimate details of Emma’s life.
Details I’ll never learn because she’s made it clear this is temporary.
Iwant it to be temporary.
Right. Sure. Keep telling yourself that.
I want to put her over my knee and spank her ass until it hurts to sit for a week. I want to mark her skin soJordanknows she’s claimed, at least for the time being.
Shit, am I jealous?
No, I’m just… horny. Pent up from not being able to fuck for two weeks. That’s all this is. Pent up sexual frustration.
Emma still sits spread open, showing me just how wet she is while she waits for my next instructions.
“Is that how you touch yourself when you’re alone,Dulzura?”
“N-no, Sir.”
