Page 8 of Lock Me Out

“You’re too good to me.”

She won’t feel that way much longer. At first, it’s enough to start at the lowest level, letting the vibrator’s head take the place of the hands that were just touring her legs. “Oh, that’s nice,” she whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “That feels good.”

“Do you think that’s good?” When I touch the head to one nipple, then the other, her back arches and a moan tumbles from her lips.

By the time I move further down, watching her contract before reaching her mound, she’s writhing slowly, sensually. It’s almost enough to make me forget why I’m doing this and take her here and now.

But no. I’m getting answers. Moving up to the next level, I begin running the silicone over the inside of her thighs, watching her juices flow freely, coating her lips, making them glisten. “Yes,” she moans, angling her hips to give me better access to her pussy. “Yes, so good.”

“You like that? What else would you like?”

“What do you think?”

“You have to tell me, or I won’t know what to do.”

“My pussy.” Her already flushed face goes a shade darker. “Please. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Oh, that’s what you want?” Her throaty groan makes me laugh before I ever so slightly touch the vibrating head to her mound.

“Fuck! Yes!” She’s lost, completely consumed by her pleasure. “Yes, more!”

That’s fine. I’ll give her more. I’ll give her more until there’s no choice but to give me what I want. Upping the intensity, I run the vibrator along her seam, careful not to move too deep, content to play with her while she grinds her hips in slow circles, her hands running over the duvet, her head moving from side to side while she moans helplessly.

I’m content to let her keep going, to watch her pleasure build, to listen as her breathing gets faster, harder.

And when I touch her clit, her hips shoot up off the bed, a broken cry filling the air. “Yes! Yes! God, so close!”

Which is exactly when I pull back a little.

Her green eyes fly open, filled with confusion. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not going to come,” I tell her, “until you tell me what it is you’ve been keeping from me lately. And I know you have, so don’t bother lying.”

“What? Are you kidding? Colt!”

Her protests go silent when I press harder, leaving her drowning in sensation again. “You heard me. Do you want to come? You’re going to tell me what I want to know.”

“But… I can’t!”

“You can’t come? That’s fine.” I go back to teasing her lips, and I’m pretty sure she’s on the verge of tears, but somehow, I can’t feel sorry for her.

“You know what I mean! There’s nothing to say!”

“I don’t believe it. You’re keeping something from me, and you’re going to tell me what it is.” Rubbing her clit again, I wait until she’s moaning before asking, “Don’t you want to come? Wouldn’t it be nice? I bet it’ll be a good one, too.”

Her fists twist the duvet. “You’re killing me!”

I’m sure it feels that way. “Nobody ever died from this. Maybe I’ll just stop.”

“No!” she howls. “Please, let me come!” I’ve never heard her like this, so full of desperation, like her life depends on me releasing her from this torture.

“Not until you tell me what I want to know. I can do this all day,” I warn, holding the toy against her just enough for stimulation, but not enough to take her over the edge. She’s a sopping mess, hips grinding, lifting them like that will do anything to help. It only makes me pull back on the pressure even more until she sobs in frustration.

“There’s nothing… to tell you…!”

“And I know you’re lying. I can always tell when you’re hiding something. Why can’t you…” Trust me. Believe in me. She can lieback and spread her legs at my command, but she won’t let me any deeper than that. She won’t let me help her.

“This isn’t fair!”

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