Page 60 of Mob Knight

I love knowing I’m bringing her such pleasure. It may be on my terms and the way I desire it, but she’s enjoying it, and that brings me happiness. It’s the old cliche, her pleasure is my pleasure.

I purposely only tease that little bud back and forth, even though she tries to widen her legs, hoping I’ll thrust my fingers into her. I bet she’d prefer my cock and so would I, but we’re not there yet. I continue until her hips rock on their own, insistently wanting to get her clit more pressure.

I pull away and slap her pussy. More music to my ears. I do it again, a little harder.

“Sir!”

“Say your word if you need it.”

“Sir, you know that’s not why. You know I’m begging.”

There’s a rasp to her voice that makes it husky and even sexier than usual. I pinch her clit, making her hips buck forward, again inviting me to do more. That’s exactly the opposite of my plan. I let go and don’t touch her.

Not able to see, she has no way to know whether I have some other implement or I’m just waiting. She whimpers in her need, and I watch her expression. Her brow’s furrowed and her hands fist, but she’s not shivering. Just when I know she’s getting nervous, I put my mouth back to her and suck as hard as I dare.

“Sir!”

That elicits a chuckle from me as I pull away again.

“Is there something that you need, little one?”

“To come, and you know it, sir.”

“I do.”

“I’m sorry, sir, for what I said earlier. I’ll accept your compliments graciously. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Oh, I bet you won’t, but I need to be sure.”

“Can’t you just believe me?”

That elicits a full, deep rumble from my chest as I chuckle again. Now she shivers. I know she loves that sound, and I’ve already noticed how she enjoys having her head against my chest when I do that.

“It’s not a question of not believing you, little one. It’s a question of your punishment not being over. I suppose you think it should be, but I don’t agree. I think there’s still plenty more to come.”

She blows out an exasperated breath, and that earns her a tweaked nipple. The bit that’s free of her clamp is just enough for me to enjoy or to give her a burst of pain. I kiss along the inside of her left thigh until I reach her pussy. I swipe my tongue along the seam, ignoring her clit this time, before kissing my way down her right leg.

When I get to her knee, I wrap my hand around the back and tickle.

“Shit!”

She doesn’t expect that type of teasing—a gentleness, a playfulness—and her knee bends as far as the ankle cuffs allow. She tries to shimmy away as my fingers dance along the inside of her thigh. I brush them over the spot I know will arouse her most. I feel her leg tremble. Her head falls back in a sign of supplication. I ease one finger into her and don’t move it. That’s an even greater torment since I know she desperately wants more.

I do nothing as the seconds tick away. When I’m certain it’s been one of the most excruciating minutes of her sexual life, I thrust in a second, again doing nothing else except leaving it there. I let her rock her hips again, trying to move my fingers to rub her g spot. I indulge her twice, my free hand pressing against the outside of her belly.

“Thank you, sir.”

But the moment she says that, she realizes her mistake. I withdraw my fingers and slap her clit.

“You’re welcome, little one.”

She tries to stomp her foot, but the cuff is too tight for her to lift it. She inhales a deep breath that fills her lungs and expands her chest. The temptation to remove the clamps and suck her tits is too great. I stand and ease off the right nipple one.

I know the burst of pain she’s receiving as the blood rushes back into the punished little nub. I wait for when the pain begins. I count to five and then latch on, sucking and flicking the distended bud with my tongue. She sighs, the relief immeasurable. This is my own form of torture. I want nothing more than to strip naked and fuck her as hard as I can. My balls ache for release, but we’re not there yet. As though she reads my mind, she whispers. I almost miss what she says.

“Sir, why are you punishing yourself? Don’t you want to get off?”

I let go of her breast.

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