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When he’s done, I’m down on my knees in front of him, hands above my head. I test the bond but it’s expertly tied, tight but not so tight that it’s cutting off circulation. He steps back and looks at me.
“What do I do with you now?” he asks, a smile on his face that says he knows exactly what he wants.
“Show me,” I whisper, my body a ringing mess of excitement.
“Since you ask so nicely,” he says, “I will.”
He takes off his jacket and I feel like I might pass out from the hard beating of my heart. He carefully lays his jacket over the back of a chair then rolls his sleeves up slowly, watching me the whole time. I keep my eyes locked on his, trying to steady my breathing, but I can barely handle it.
Finally, sleeves rolled up, he walks over to me. He adjusts my body, sitting me down on my ass, stretching my hands up further above my head. Then he takes my yoga pants and slowly slides them off my body.
When he’s done, I’m sitting on the ground in just a blue thong, dripping wet and useless at this point, my hands tied above my head. He carefully folds my pants and places them on the bed before walking into the closet.
He returns a second later with what I assume is a vibrator. It’s long, thick, and white. He walks over to me and puts me back on my knees before placing the vibrator between my legs and switching it on.
Nothing happens. It doesn’t move. I stare at him, legs clenched, waiting for the sensation to tear through me, but nothing happens.
“Now, we’ll play a game,” he says. He holds up a little switch in his hand. “This controls the vibrator. I’ll ask you a question, and if you answer it the right way, I’ll give you pleasure. Like this.” He turns it on.
I groan softly as the vibrator buzzes between my legs. I can’t help but smile slightly and press against my bonds. He leaves it on for a few seconds then stops.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“Aria,” I say.
The vibrator turns on, low and slow. I bite my lip.
“What are you?”
I cock my head at him. “An escort.”
He turns the vibrator off.
“Wrong. I’ll ask again. What are you?”
I pause, watching him. “Your pet,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He turns the vibrator back on, this time on a higher setting.
I can’t help but let out a little moan. The vibrator is right against my clit and it’s moving at a soft and perfect buzz, sending pleasure up my spine. I can’t move or get away from it, and that just makes it so much more intense.
“What do you want from me?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I moan.
He turns the vibrator down. Not off, but down. “What do you want from me?” he asks again.
“Your cock,” I groan suddenly, surprising myself.
He smiles and turns the vibrator up. I moan, tossing my head back.
“Good girl. Now, do you want to leave your room?”
“No,” I moan. “No, please. I don’t want to leave.”
“Good.” He turns it up again and I gasp as pleasure floods through me. He stands there watching me for a few seconds and it’s almost too intense.
“You want to make me happy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan. “Badly.”
He turns the vibrator down. I moan, watching him, not sure what I did wrong.
“If you could leave right now with the money, would you walk away?”
I watch him, trying to think, not sure what to say. I feel like there’s an obvious answer.
But I want to be honest. Would I leave right now if I’d get paid? I’m supposed to be here for the money and nothing else. That sort of cash would change my life and put me on a path to a better existence. I could be happy and free with that money.
No, I realize. I wouldn’t leave. I don’t want to go anywhere. Maybe the cash would change my life but I’d rather stay and learn more about Ethan. I’m fascinated by him. Actually, I’m attracted to him in ways that I couldn’t imagine.
It’s this, his little games. They feel so good and push me so far. I’ve never felt like this before.
“No,” I say honestly. “I wouldn’t.”
He watches me for a second then smiles and turns up the vibrator again. Pleasure rips through my core. “Good girl,” he whispers, then steps closer to me.
I look up at him, moans escaping my lips, pleasure rocking through my body. I can barely think and I don’t know what I’ll say to him if he asks me any more questions. There’s only one thing that I want, and it’s him, his body, his touch. I crave it so badly, and yet he’s holding it back. I know he’s doing it on purpose but I want to scream for it, I want to beg for it. I can feel the words on my lips, the begging that might get me what I want.
