Page 79 of Cutter

“Stay as you are. I have to finish dinner.”

Emily didn’t have to talk. Her stunned and bewildered expression told him what he wanted to know. She was so beautiful and had worked so well, he felt generous.

Going back to the stove, he moved the pot of boiling eggs to the sink as he explained. “It’s obvious you’re confused and want to know what I have in mind and where I’m going to take you. Punishments come in many forms. Tonight, you’ll experience climax denial.”

Opening the faucet, he ran cold water over the eggs. “Some people call it edging.” He lifted a shoulder. “Same thing. The point is, I’ll take you to the edge of an orgasm and bring you down. You won’t be permitted to climax until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson. If not, well…we have the night.”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I really wanted to surprise you. That’s why I came, and?—”

“Stop,” he barked. “The lie is irritating and insults my intelligence. Not to mention, makes your situation worse. I haven’t figured out your game yet, but for sure, your purpose wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment surprise visit. I will before the night is over.”

In her insistence on the lie, Emily had angered the Dominant. No sweet arousal or tempting image would weaken his resolve anymore. Yes, she was glorious and sexy, but control was firmly back online. Instead of delaying, he decided to use the next toy. He returned to the table, where he’d left the plastic box.

Legs wide and leaning his fists on his hips, he studied her. She returned his direct stare with a clear gaze he had to admire.She was taking what he gave with aplomb, and her breathing had resumed its regular pace.

Not for long.

He took out the vibrator with steady fingers, installed the batteries in the housing, and dropped the control into his pocket. This little beauty was special and ideal for the occasion.

“Open.” He patted her inner thigh.

“Daddy, I can’t go…”

Cutter frowned, and she forced her legs out.

Emily’s breathing might have returned to normal, but the clamp was doing its work, and her pussy was deep red and dripping with arousal. The situation for her was going to go up a notch.

Not for him.

Here’s the real test. Stay detached, he reminded himself, before taking the next step. Inserting a finger into her hot sheath, he picked up some of her own lubrication.

Responding to his touch, she moaned.

“Don’t get too excited, kitten. Talking isn’t allowed either.”

Her eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, swiping her juices over the vibrator. Bending closer, he spread her labia, then slowly pushed the vibrator into her core, one inch at a time.

She squealed and squirmed, then opened her mouth to speak.

“Ah-ah.” He lifted a finger. “I’ll gag you.”

Emily scrunched her face and eyes. Sure, she was frustrated. And he couldn’t help but feel the slightest touch of pity for his little brat. However, she’d willfully ignored his warning, and who knows what other troubles and complications she’d created for them by showing up.

Emily had earned the punishment, and in less than a second, she was going to understand how climax denial worked.

Happy with the plan, he returned to finishing dinner. He dropped ice cubes in with the eggs then added the mixed greens in the bowl before he started arranging the cheese, meats, and eggs.

And…oh, yes… He turned on the vibrator.

The clatter that came from Emily and the chair almost ruined his detachment, he wanted to laugh so hard. Cutter didn’t have to check to know she was struggling with the need to come. So he didn’t. Ignoring her, he turned off the vibrator. A sound similar to a growl came from behind.

Since she was getting bitchy, he turned on the toy to the pulse setting.

The growl became a repressed moan. But that sounded too close to a climax. He turned the vibrator off. In the midst of heaving pants, Emily let out a shriek, telling him and the world that her vocal cords worked just fine. Cutter finished arranging the salad, picked out two plates from his cupboard along with the bowl, and turned to put everything on the table.

Her face blotched with the effort to contain the climax and her chest heaving, Emily gave him a murderous look.

Yep. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet underground.

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