Page 62 of Leviticus
He moved away from me again and I didn’t know whether to cry with frustration or smack him. I had a feeling smacking him would only get me smacked back. Well, not smacked, but spanked. The thought took hold in my head and wouldn’t let go.
“Trust me,” he cooed again. He picked up a large item. Something that looked long and had a large ball-like object on the end.
“What is that?” I questioned, a little afraid of what exactly was coming next.
“It’s called a magic wand. It looks imposing, but trust me, it will be your favorite thing in the world in about two minutes,” he laughed. I relaxed back against the bed as he brought the bulbous end to my clit. I wasn’t sure what was so great about it, but I guess —
“Holy hell!” I nearly screamed as he turned the item on and it buzzed to life. My eyes popped open, and I squirmed against the bed, half moving away and half wanting to permanently attach this wand thing to me for all eternity.
He laughed, loud and exuberant, at my reaction, but I didn’t care. My back arched, my hands fisted, and I began to —
“Enough.”
He moved the wand away. I was going to hit him. I had to. I was right there.
Instead, I whimpered in my frustration and pouted. I literally pouted.
“Oh, I know, lovely one. Such sweet sorrow, isn’t it?” he teased. “Here’s the deal, sweet one. You are not allowed to orgasm until I say so. Remember our agreement. So, let’s see how much you can take.”
His expression was pure and deliciously salacious.
I didn’t have time to respond before he placed the wand back against my clit.
The sensation was overwhelming. Pleasurable. Intense.
“Good girl. Don’t cum,” he encouraged me as I endured the vibrations. My orgasm was close. I could feel it.
“Not yet. Five.”
“Huh?” I questioned, my toes beginning to curl.
“Four.” My eyes found his, the intensity I found there holding me captive. He took a slow breath and I found myself matching his rhythm.
“Three.” I understood now, as he spoke the descending numbers. I nodded, taking another breath with him.
“Two.” I gritted my teeth, the vibrations threatening to take me over into bliss.
“One.” He smiled so brightly and took the wand away, leaving me a whining, trembling, needy mess.
“So good, lovely. So good,” he praised, his fingers slipping inside of me again. “God, you are wet. So dripping wet for me.”
I whimpered, whined, and nearly begged for more.
“Not yet. You’re doing so well,” he lauded, bringing the wand to me again.
“Please, Sir. Please let me cum,” I begged. He groaned, leaning over me and kissing my whimpering lips.
“Not yet. Trust me,” he whispered against my lips, staying poised above me as he pressed the wand against my clit again, this time pressing the button and increasing the speed.
“No! I can’t. Oh, God!” I cried out, the intense vibrations taking over my body.
My thighs shook.
My core clenched.
My hands fisted into the coverlet.
“Yes, you can. Trust me. Stay right here with me, Ruth. You can do this.” My eyes opened, focusing on his.
