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“Do you like a bit of pain?” Julie asked, her tone almost sympathetic. Almost. She tugged on his balls again, a little harder this time, and his cock bounced. Wrapping her hand around the base of the thick, hot shaft, she elicited another groan from him. “You certainly seem to.”

“I think I just like you touching me.”

“Mmm, so it doesn’t matter what I do, you’ll like it?” She twisted his balls slightly, allowing her to get a finger twisted around underneath them so she could drag her nail across his sensitive perineum. He whimpered. Oh, she liked making Connor whimper. Maybe a little too much. Her core tightened.

“Unfortunately for me, yes.” The expression on his face was almost sheepish, offset by the burning need in his eyes.

Fuck, she wanted to ride him… but she was also enjoying torturing him too much. The sadist’s dilemma.

Chapter Eleven

Connor

His balls ached, his cock ached—for two totally different reasons—and Mistress Julie was scraping the sensitive spot just under his balls and making his sphincter tighten in fear. Not because he didn’t want her finger in his ass; it was just an instinct. That and if she scraped her nail over the sensitive skin around his anus, it was probably going to hurt even more than the strokes over his perineum.

Before tonight, Connor wouldn’t have said he enjoyed pain that much. During the classes, he’d liked the flogger and the crop, while he’d tolerated the belt, the paddle, the whips, and the cane. None of the latter had been a turn-on. He hadn’t had much use for sensation play.

Now, he was wondering if his disinterest had been because of his lack of interest in the person causing the sensations… and conversely, his current interest was because it was Mistress Julie touching him. Tugging on him. Squeezing his balls.

He groaned again, thrusting his hips up through the tight grip of her fingers, yet also trying to keep from moving too much because he didn’t want to accidentally tip her off his thighs. The curve of her bottom rested on his legs, her knees pressed against the outside of his thighs, and if he moved too much, he might trap her hand between his legs or even send her tumbling.

Since he wanted a reward and not a punishment, he was determined to do neither.

Fuck, he wished he was tied up. Gripping the sheets to keep himself still was getting harder and harder.

As if she heard his thought, Mistress Julie released his balls—and sadly, his cock as well.

“Arms above your head, Connor.” She smiled as he let out a sigh of relief. Being cuffed to the bed would be so much easier than trying not to touch her on his own.

Of course, he hadn’t considered exactly how torturous the process would be.

Mistress Julie didn’t move off him or to the side. Instead, she moved over him—breasts hanging down in front of his face, pussy hovering over his body—but she’d told him not to touch her until directed.

No, she told me to keep my hands to myself unless she told me to touch her.

It was a semantics argument, but as her pert, dark pink nipple dangled in front of his lips, he wondered if it might be worth arguing. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips… then she shifted, dangling the other nipple in front of him. Leather closed around both of his wrists now, holding him in place, giving her full access to his body.

His cock felt like it was going to break off, it was so fucking hard.

Pressing his lips together, he breathed through his nose and closed his eyes. Maybe if he couldn’t see her breasts hovering right above him, he’d forget they were there… forget her nipple was right…

Something brushed against his lips, and he jerked his head back, eyes flying open.

Mistress Julie looked down at him with amusement, running her hands from the cuffs down his arms to his neck, then up to cup his face. Her fingers stroked the scruff on his cheeks, the sensation rippling through him. Even though she was no longer holding his dick and balls, he could still feel the strain, the tightness around them for some reason.

“You are… a very good boy,” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

It was a sweet, hot kiss that deepened quickly, and suddenly, Connor really wished that his hands were free. His arms jerked, pulling at the restraints, wanting to wrap them around her, wanting to touch her. She tightened her thighs around his chest, her hair brushing against the inside of one of his arms as she kissed him.

His lower body was moving again, pushing up, his cock seeking her… but she was too far away. He groaned against her lips, and her tongue slid into his mouth, dancing with his. The wood of the bed creaked, his muscles flexing, and his desire to touch her grew with every second.

When she lifted her lips from his, he was panting from the strain, from the need coursing through him.

For a long moment, she studied his expression, her dark gaze fathomless, then she smiled again. Let go of his face. Put her hands against his chest and used that to leverage herself back and up, so that her pussy hovered above his cock.

“When was the last time you had sexual contact, Connor?” she asked.

“It’s been months, Ma’am,” he admitted. Though he’d scened, they’d all been platonic. He’d done an awful lot of cuddling, but his dick had become less and less interested post-scene as he hadn’t been getting what he truly wanted—needed. He knew why she was asking, though. “I was tested last month.”