Page 15 of Depraved Lust
“Tell me what you think it means.”
It takes her a moment to respond, but when she does, I’m pleased. “It’s what you were doing earlier.”
I smile at her backside as my fingers slip past her panties. I run them along her slick heat, and I’m rewarded with a soft moan.
“You rubbed my clit,” she says as she continues her answer.
“Why?” I ask as I gently place her panties back where they belong.
“To reward me,” she says.
“What was I rewarding?” I ask her. I’m sure she’ll say it’s because she was listening to me. Or because she did as she was told. But in actuality it’s because she was enjoying it. I rewarded her desire for my control to continue. I’m intentionally conditioning her reactions and her emotions.
“Because I listened to you and obeyed. Because I earned it.” She adds the last part forcefully. I smirk behind her. That’s how that dirty book went about it. You obey, and you get rewarded. Disobey, and you get punished.
I agree to an extent, but emotions are far more powerful a tool. She’ll thrive with my touch. She’ll love my control. And it’ll only bring her happiness.
“I want to reward you now, kitten. Should I?” I ask her.
Yes. Yes, I fucking should. But right now, I want her permission. I want her to control this next step. If she answers yes, I’ll have her shackled and cumming harder than she ever has before. If she’d prefer not, that’s fine, but I won’t shackle her. I’ll merely move her to her room, unrewarded in some ways, but feeling safe in others. It’s a fair trade. And either way, she’s rid of this room so long as she isn’t disobedient.
After a quiet moment, I look at her face. She seems lost in contemplation.
“I think so,” she finally answers. I chuckle at her response.
“You’re being very good, kitten. How would you like me to reward you?”
She bites down on her bottom lip.
“I--” she starts to speak but stops herself. I know she’s ready. I know she’s craving a release. Each time I rest a hand gently on her lush ass, she tilts it slightly.
“Tell me, kitten. I want you to know that you can tell me anything. So long as you’re respectful, you won’t be punished.”
“I don’t want you to...have sex with me.” Hearing those words fall from her lips is disappointing. But I simply tack on the unspoken “yet” to the end. Obviously, she won’t admit that she wants me just yet. She’s angling for control as well. This is her bid to ensure that if she says no, it’s not going to happen. And that’s a truth. I want to earn it. I want her to yearn for my touch and desire pleasing me more than anything else. And I will. This is just a step, a small hurdle, in that direction.
“I don’t intend on fucking you. Not until you beg me, remember?” She eyes me warily and I know I should just play my cards, so she has more confidence in her decision. I reach inside my pocket and pull out a small vibrator.
“You’re doing very well, kitten. I’ll be honest, I’m very pleased. But you haven’t earned my touch yet.” Her brows creases and she almost looks disappointed. “This is all I’ll use.” She looks between my face and the vibrator.
“You’re going to tease me? Until I beg.” It pisses me off that she makes that assumption. Although I know she’s read that shit in her books.
“No. That would not be a reward. I’m going to put this vibrator against your clit and make you rock yourself on it until you cum. That’s all there is to your reward.”
She may not notice that her ass raises just slightly, but I sure as fuck do.
“I asked you a question. Do you think you should be rewarded?”
“Yes.” She finally gives me the green light in a breathy voice that makes my dick impossibly hard.
“I think so too, kitten.” I push the vibrator under her, past her clit and snug between her body and the bench, just to warm it and then walk around to the front of the bench. I take the strap in her left hand and move it into place. She pulls back and nearly falls off the bench. “This is your reward, but you will receive it how I see fit.”
Her big brown eyes look up at me with worry. I can’t wait to ease her concerns.
“I told you what’s going to happen. I won’t lie. Once you’ve cum, I’m going to want you, and I’ll ask. But if you say no, or don’t beg well enough, I’ll release you and show you to your room.” She nods her head and places her chest flat on the bench again. Her breathing is coming in pants, and I know she’s scared. But she’s trusting me. In only a day, I’ve gained enough trust to make her bared to me, completely vulnerable--and she did so willingly.
The realization thrills me.
I strap both her wrists and her ankles, letting my fingers trail along her exposed skin. I gently pull the nightgown up to her waist and then slip her panties slowly down her thighs. They don’t go far, but it's enough to expose her. I bend slightly and blow against her glistening sex. She’s so fucking wet. I want to lean in and take a languid lick of her sweet cunt. I want to slide my fingers inside and feel her tight walls clench as she cums. But right now, I’m limited. Soon. Soon, she’ll beg me for more. She’ll desire nothing else. I smile as I pull away and pull out the warmed vibrator and twist it on.
