Page 52 of Make Me Scream

“Why didn’t you?”

“You said there’d be a special reward.”

He pauses.

Is that bad? Was that the wrong motivation? It’s the truth. After only getting one orgasm, I absolutely wanted more.

“I did say that.”

Lane bends over and unties the rope, then gently pulls it through my legs until it all comes through the other end. I moan as the fibers’ friction fills me with bliss.

“Spread your legs. Keep your arms where they are and open your mouth.”

I obey instantly, trying not to quiver in my anticipation.

To start, Lane takes the still-warm rope and winds it between my lips and around the back of my neck.

“Bite down.”

I grip the sodden rope between my teeth, shuddering as my thick scent gathers on my tongue.

Lane retrieves a wand vibrator from his briefcase and presses it against my sopping opening. He flicks the switch to turn it on and holds the device tight against me. The vibrations immediately launch me into a state of overwhelming intoxication.

In a matter of seconds, I’m close to a much-needed climax. Breathing hard, I suck air around the rope in my mouth, tasting my dank desire as I climb toward my peak. Lane clasps my wrists in his other hand, holding me steady and under his control. He doesn’t let me lose my balance when I totter on my feet, but he also doesn’t let me grind against the vibrator. If I try to push forward, he pulls the toy back, then tugs on my wrists. Lane also keeps the wand on low power. He could turn it up any time, but holds off.

I hope that means what I think it means.

“Don’t come until I say so,” he says. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Yes, sir,” I pant, my words slurring around the rope. I can barely comprehend what he means. Does he or does he not want me to come? I waited so long for this. I need it so badly and-

“Don’t come yet!” Lane barks, releasing my wrists and slapping my ass. “Not until you have permission!”

My breath comes out all at once, leaving me gasping for air. A river of joy laps at the dam, on the verge of breaking through. This is a fight I’m going to lose.

As if I’m not already struggling, Lane slips his fingers inside me, spreading my flesh just enough to silence any resistance I had left. My orgasm erupts. My hands shoot toward the vibrator so I can massage myself and turn the toy on full blast.

“Very naughty,” Lane hums, swatting my hands away. “You’re lucky this is a reward or you’d be in deep trouble, Ms. Carpenter.”

I don’t even care. The tides of bliss washing over me are all that exist in this moment. Lane keeps my hands away but he doesn’t stop probing my folds and maintaining pressure on the vibrator. He doesn’t let it go until my wails give out. He lets me enjoy every second of the mind-melting orgasm, but as soon as I stop shaking, he shuts off the wand and smacks my rear again.

“Compose yourself, Gwen. We’ll get started once you’ve recovered.”

Only one? Again?

If I hadn’t gotten greedy could I have had more?

Whatever.

I take deep breaths and maintain my position, trying not to steal glances at the bulge in Lane’s dark trousers.

“When you went home last night, I thought for sure you’d have given in to temptation,” he says, dragging a stool out in front of me and taking a seat. He slips the wet rope from my mouth. “But after what I just saw, I trust you were being honest. You needed that pretty bad, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I sigh, still thirsting for air. My chest heaves, heart pounding within.

“Did you struggle with temptation?”

“A little, sir.”

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