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“Lie back.”
“Huh?”
“That’s huh, Sir,” Kristof snaps slightly. “Lie. Back.”
Heat flushes through my body, and I don’t move, quickly trying to work out what he’s going to ask for next. Turns out, patience isn’t his strong point and he stalks forward.
“Alena, lie back!”
I obey as my heart jumps. The cold metal floor is shocking against my warm skin, and my breath catches in my throat as I stare up at the bars above me.
“Spread your legs and scoot forward, a foot in each corner, if you will.”
It takes a few long seconds for me to summon the courage to do what he asks. I’m embarrassed, even though he’s already seen and tasted every inch of me. I scoot down and spread my legs, thighs trembling as every instinct yells at me to close my thighs and hide myself.
“Touch yourself.”
I pause, uncertain for a moment. I’ve done this a few times by myself in the privacy of my own room back home, but the results were never as exhilarating as what Kristof wrung out of me last night.
“Alena.” His voice is firm but gentle. “Slide your fingers through your pussy lips and over your clit. Touch yourself.”
With a trembling hand, I obey. I slide one hand over my abdomen and down between my legs. The moment my fingertips reach my soaked pussy, my cheeks flare. From there, there’s no hiding how strangely turned on I am. The contact makes my breath hitch, and I follow his exact instruction, stroking through my folds and focusing attention on my clit.
I’m incredibly sensitive from last night, and my hips jerk faintly at the contact. I feel awkward, as if Kristof knows my own body better than I do. He must if he’s given me stronger orgasms than I’ve given myself.
“Have you touched yourself before?”
“A couple of times, Sir,” I reply breathlessly. “But never… it’s never been as good as last night.”
“Stroke slowly, back and forth along your folds. Listen to your body. Test pressure and speed. Listen to what your body tells you, and if something feels better, then focus on that.”
His instructions are calm, and when I glance down, I can see that he’s dropped to his haunches once more and he’s watching me closely. An embarrassed flush warms my entire body and a sheen of sweat breaks out over my body. It turns me on as much as it embarrasses me, but I focus on his words. Long strokes and gentle caresses mingle with short, fast strokes. My gut tightens, and pressure begins to build in my core.
Within a few minutes, I learn that slightly to the left of my clit is more sensitive than the right, so I focus on that area with one digit.
“Your clit,” Kristof says. “She’s gentle but hardy. Don’t be scared to be rough.”
My other finger focuses on my clit, working in circles as I try to recreate the swirl of Kristof’s tongue last night. My breathing increases, and warmth continues to build in my core. Something about being watched is incredibly erotic, especially with how gentle Kristof’s voice is. My eyes flutter closed, and I focus on his words as he talks.
“Mix it up between fast and slow. You can find your sweet spot and milk it for all it’s worth. Look at your pussy, so pretty and wet already. You’re close, aren’t you? Can you feel your body temp rising? Is your stomach clenching? Your thighs are trembling, and those little pants coming from you… I can tell you’re close. Knowing your body is important for both of us. That’s it, good girl. Look how soaked you are, positively dripping with desire.”
A sharp cry tears from my throat, and I come hard, arching off the floor with my back bowing. Pleasure explodes through me with more intensity than I’ve ever managed to achieve on my own. My muscles ripple, and my pussy clenches on nothing as I milk myself with rapid fingers as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
“Good girl,” Kristof says, and my heart squeezes painfully. As the pleasure fades, tears spring into my eyes, and a soft sob rises in my throat. Is that how pathetic I am? Praise like that and I’m ready to cry? Confusion swirls in my chest, and after a long moment, I stop touching myself. Panting, I lean up onto one elbow and meet Kristof’s gaze.
He doesn’t mention the tears.
“That is your last free orgasm. Your pussy belongs to me, and now I know how you tick. You will not come without my permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper breathlessly, swallowing hard.
Kristof stands and unlocks the cage door, then he snaps his fingers and points at his feet.
Relief pulses through me, and I crawl out slowly. I’ve pleased him. This is good. It’s a start. Maybe now, he’ll start to believe I’m telling the truth when I say he doesn’t need to do this.
I’d stay here willingly.
I crawl to his feet and then wait, unsure of what he expects next. He leans down and cups my shoulder, then guides me to my feet. I stand on trembling legs. Without a word, he leads me to the stone wall opposite the bed, and now that I'm closer, I can see several metal hooks embedded into the wall.
