Page 34 of The Puppetmaster

“Don’t act as if this hurts,” I warn her.

“I’m not acting. And it doesn’t hurt,” my puppet replies. “It’s just...”

A fiery red blush blossoms on her cheeks and she lowers her gaze for a split second before meeting my eyes again. Shame is kissing her expression and she quietly begs me to finish what she can’t say.

“You like it,” I give voice to her thoughts. “You’re sensitive here.”

I underline my suspicion with another squeeze, adding vigor this time, and her reaction is everything I could hope for. She flinches, trying to evade my grasp for a moment, before she leans back in. Agony fleets across her face, but it soon develops into something else, a sweet little daze that is the first harbinger of arousal.

“I told you there won’t be any safe words,” I say, easing my grip on her.

Fright scurries across her entire stance now as she looks up at me.

“But that doesn’t mean I’d never stop,” I assure her. “I will have a guide to lead me.”

She narrows her eyes in question. “And what would that be, sir?”

I respond with a sinister chuckle. It’s cute of her to ask, even though we both know what the answer should be.

“Your cunt,” I say nonchalantly, relishing the way the red color on her cheeks darkens even further.

She wants to lower her eyes again. I can tell by the way her lashes flutter nervously, shielding her gaze to mine only for a split second, but she manages to keep her head held high.

“If you ask me, the body always prevails over the mind when it comes to revealing our true desires,” I elaborate. “You may say no, you may even think no, but as long as your cunt tells me yes, we will continue whatever it is we’re doing. Do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Do you know what she would tell me right now?”

Her eyes widen. “I... I...no—”

“You know I can just find out myself,” I say, and let go of her nipple. “Spread your knees.”

She sighs as if under the greatest effort and her eyes wander down to my hand, watching as I slowly move down her belly, stopping right above her mound as I wait for her to follow my order. Another moment passes before she finally parts her legs, exposing her bare pussy to my touch.

“You know, you could just tell me,” I say as I lean forward, now placing my other hand at the back of her head, my fingers closing around her hair to pull her head back and make sure she won’t break eye contact again.

She gasps but spreads her legs even further, my face so close to hers that I can take in her intoxicating smell.

“You can either tell me or I’ll find out for myself,” I offer in a whisper. “Are you wet for me?”

She moans as if in pain, squirming beneath me and trying to free herself of my controlling grip, but to no avail.

“No answer?” I prod, and she closes her eyes shut. “Fine, I’ll just see for myself.”

She almost looks relieved, as if the thought of admitting to her arousal by speaking would pain her more than being touched by me.

I lean down, caressing the soft skin of her mound, using two fingers in preparation for my intrusion. I want to spread her open. I don’t want to carefully dip a single finger between her soft lips. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right, and I’ll revel in the response her humiliation will have on her—and me.

She sucks in another sharp breath of air when I reach her core and don’t hesitate to part her lips. As slowly and cautiously as I’ve approached her so far, this motion is anything but that. It’s intrusive, demanding, almost violent. I’m using my index finger and my ring finger to spread her lips apart as far as possible, feeling the heat of her arousal even without touching her sensitive center. My middle finger hovers close to her open core.

She heaves under my touch, gasping for air as her thighs tremble, threatening to close her legs and stop me from doing this to her.

But she doesn’t follow her instinct. She fights it like a good girl, withstanding the urge to protect herself from this shameful experience.

“Don’t you dare drip on my floor,” I warn her—and the hurried nod with which she responds amuses me just as much as her agitated jerk when I move my middle finger up to her entrance.

She groans as the slick sound of my finger circling her swollen clit reveals her agitation. I greet it with a triumphant smile.

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