Page 28 of Preferential Treatment

Mikhael’s furrowed brow somehow furrowed even more. “Yellow?”

Kate raised the intensity and held the button for a count of ten. Mikhail groaned like a dying man, hands pressed to the floor, bracing himself up as he suffered through the teasing pleasure of the vibrations.

Kate released him. “Trick question,” she said with a wicked little laugh. “I don’t have a favorite color.” She tilted her head, surveying him through the phone screen, watching as he struggled to sit upright again. “Now, pay attention, because it’s only going to get harder. What’s my birthstone?”

Mikhail shook his head, his expression already pained in anticipation of failure. “Diamond?”

She sighed and raised the intensity, almost to the top of the slider now. “Points for the expensive guess, but no. It’s topaz.” She held down the button.

Mikhail’s back arched, head thrown back as he moaned through the powerful vibrations. His cock pulsed as his hips rocked compulsively. Kate squeezed her thighs together, restlessly biting her lower lip as her pussy clenched.

“Knyazhna,” he rasped. “I’m going to—”

“You better not. Not without permission.”

“Agh, please, pozhaluysta, I can’t—”

“You can.” She’d lost count, but she figured that’d been at least twice as long as the last one. She released the button and Mikhail instantly slumped over. His broad back rose and fell with labored breaths.

“Fix that posture,” Kate warned.

With a tortured sound, he managed to haul himself upright. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe evenly.

“That’s better. Now, there’s one more question. If you make it to the end without coming, you’ll get a reward. Ready?”

“Yes, knyazhna,” he panted.

“This one’s a yes or no question: do I make your cock hard?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Yes, knyazhna. You make me so hard. Please, can I—”

“Oh no,” Kate sighed, her face a mask of pity. “Oh dear, you got that one wrong.”

Mikhail hesitated a second, his gaze distant as he traced over his words. “I… how?”

“The question was ‘do I make your cock hard?’ But that’s not your cock, is it?”

Mikhail breathed out in haggard defeat, head hanging. “No, knyazhna.”

“Whose is it?”

Another pained breath. “Yours.”

“That’s right.” She slid the vibration intensity all the way to the top. “Remember not to come or you’ll be in trouble.” She held the button down.

Mikhail gave a startled shout as it hit him, bucking like he was going to get up. “Ah! Knyazhna!” He managed to stay on his knees, but his teeth were clenched in a snarling grimace, all the cords of his neck standing out in stark relief. His whole body trembled, hips rolling, muscles clenching. His cock pulsed again and again. His arms broke out of position behind his back, reaching instinctively for his cock.

“Ah-ah,” Kate said cheerfully. “Hands behind your back.”

He put them back, rolling his shoulders and groaning. “Please, knyazhna, I can’t—I can’t—ah, fuck. Fuck! Please, knyazhna, pozhaluysta—agh! Blyat. Fuck. I’m going to come!”

“You better not.”

He let out an agonized moan, head falling back, his whole body trembling like a lathered stallion. He was beautiful. A big, powerful man made weak and needy, utterly at Kate’s mercy. She cupped herself through her panties, feeling the slick wetness already seeping through. She watched as Mikhail writhed and moaned and begged, watched his tortured cock twitch and pulse and strain.

“Don’t make me come, knyazhna,” he pleaded. “Let me please you, please, please—”

Kate released the button. Mikhail sagged in relief. She immediately pressed it down again and he jolted as if he’d been struck by lightning, groaning out a stream of what could only be Russian profanity.

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