She groaned and tried to tighten her thighs around the bench.

I dropped down behind her and opened her thighs a little more, spreading her fully. Her glistening pussy was swollen and ready. I blew on it, and when she shivered, I extended my tongue and licked her slowly down the full length of her slick folds.

She moaned deep in her throat and pushed back again but I stood and reached for the flogger.

"One of the ways I can make you cum without penetration is with this. Count for me."

The first strike across her ass was light.

"One." The softness of her voice went right to my dick.

I issued nine more, making sure each strike created a different sensation. I fucking loved the way the leather snapped against her skin and the way she moaned her way through every number with her hips jerking was perfection.

By the time I returned the flogger to the table, she was panting, sweat glossed over her body, and her thighs quivered with tension.

I moved a finger along her slit and circled her entrance without pushing inside. She groaned in disapproval, because even if she wasn't ready to say it, she wanted me inside. We would get there, just not tonight.

"You're soaked. Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir," she breathed and fuck if her tone wasn't the most confident that it had been since we started.

My finger just barely pressed her clit. "Why?"

She tensed.

Smart girl.

"Because it will feel good."

"You want me to make you feel good?"

"Yes, Sir."

I pinched her clit then dropped down behind her so I could kiss it. When she pushed back, I dragged my tongue along the full length of her and stood again.

"That's not good enough. Try again. Why do you want to cum?"

"Because I need to."

Better. But not enough.

I pulled away and waited, watching her squirm helplessly against the bench, searching for what she wanted me to give her.

"I'm going to make you cum but not until you ask me and I believe that's what the fuck you really want."

"Please, Sir. Please let me cum." Her voice was shaky and I loved that shit.

"That's not what I asked."

She moaned in frustration and I could see the tension locking in her muscles. She was right on the edge. Fucking beautiful. I moved close again and placed one hand on her hip with the other landing between her legs. My fingers rubbed over her pussy and circled her clit.

"What do you need to feel good?"

When she didn't respond I removed my hand and slapped her right cheek enough to make it sting.

"Oh fuck," she belted and tugged at her restraints.

"Tell me what you want. Ask me for it because it's not just the orgasm you want…"