He leaned in and kissed her soundly. He tasted like her and the faint flavor of coffee. “If that was a ploy to get me to go easy, it backfired.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“For what, baby?”
“For stealing your orgasms.”
“Are we in understanding now?” His voice was soft against her ear.
Julia whined, nodding frantically. “Please, Sir.”
“You say please but it sounds like you want more.”
She groaned at her admission, her face flushing.
“That’s what I thought. Such a good girl for me.”
Julia wiggled on the bed, hoping to pull the blindfold off.
“Nuhu, pretty girl. This game isn’t over until I say it is.” Graham’s breath was hot on her neck. She moaned and arched her pussy against his hand, flooding him with wetness. The squelching made the moment even more perverse.
“Give it to me. That’s it. I can feel you strangling my fingers.”
“Sir, I need to come.” She whined frantically, needing an end to the torment.
”I know.” Graham nipped her shoulder. He whispered in her ear. “Are you allowed?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“Eye contact.”
“Explain.” They both knew. He was a devilish sadist who needed to pry it from her soul.
“I can only come when I look you in the eyes.” Her words faltered into a moan, rocking her hips to put more contact between her swollen pussy and his fingers.
Graham hummed in approval.
“I can’t because I’m bli-ndfolded. Sir.”
“Very good girl. Now was that so hard?”
Graham pulled the blindfold off and her eyes searched then focused on him. “Graham.”
“My beautiful begging submissive.” He kissed her hard, pressing her body against his.
Rising to his knees, Graham shifted between her thighs, his thumb circling her throbbing clit.
“G-Sir, I’ll come.”
“That’s the goal, my beautiful wanton slut.” He paused the motion long enough to drag his nail over the sensitive bud. It sent shockwaves through her.
“I can’t!”
“Why not?” Graham teased her again, she shook beneath him.
“Because I need you inside me. Sir, please.” Her pussy tightened in agreement. She ached to feel the stretch and burn of his cock.