Page 164 of The Monster and the Masochist

“O-okay. Yes. Please, Cass. Tell me how to earn it. I’ll do anything.”

She let out a dark laugh, and my skin sheeted with goosebumps.

“Mmmm. It’s more about what you’re not going to do.” She smiled at me, then, without warning, she clicked the button on the remote and the small but powerful vibrator rumbled to life.

“Oh fuck…”

I gasped as the low, steady vibrations immediately caused my clit to pulse with need.

My hips jerked involuntarily as she clicked it up a notch, and my breath caught in my throat.

“If you come before I tell you to, I won’t let you fuck me.” She smirked, and my eyes widened, even as I struggled to fight off the slow, creeping build of an impending orgasm.

“Cass…” I panted, rocking my hips slightly in an attempt to dislodge the vibrator from where she’d firmly settled it against my clit. “I c-can’t… I’m not gonna be able to help it, baby…”

“You can and you will. If you get too close, tell me, and I’ll let you take a break. But I want you to try for me. Fight it off, sweet girl. I know you can.”

“O-okay…” I agreed quietly, and she smiled before tucking the remote back into her bra.

“Good girl, now open your mouth,” she demanded, and like the desperate, possessed woman I was, I obediently opened for her.

Before I knew what was happening, she dropped a long, thick line of saliva directly on my tongue, and my eyes bulged in surprise.

She smirked and squeezed my cheeks firmly between her fingers as I struggled to process the fact that she’d just spit in my mouth.

It was so fucking degrading and dirty and exactly what I didn’t even know I needed. Literal tears pooled in my eyes as she squeezed my face harder before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“Swallow it.”

The order poured over me, and my breath caught in my chest as I did what I was told. My thighs shook, and I gasped out a sharp bark of pain as she abruptly slapped me across the face hard enough that my head snapped to the side.

“Good fucking girl, Theodora,” she purred, and the pain of the slap went directly to my already overstimulated clit.

Oh shit.

I was gonna fucking come!

“Cass… fuck… I’m gonna… baby, fuck I’m gonna–”

Suddenly, the vibrations stopped, and the orgasm that had been barrelling toward its peak immediately halted, and I groaned with the sudden loss.

“Take a break. Breathe baby… You’re doing so well.”

“Cass… please… I want to… let me touch you? Please?” I begged, but she just smiled and shook her head.

“Not yet, baby. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

She left me kneeling there again. I was shaking now and covered in a cold, thin film of sweat as she made her way back to my box of toys.

“You have so many fun things in here…” she mused, and I quivered in anticipation as I waited to see what she would choose to torture me with next.

I had a wide range of toys in there, and I knew she was cataloging each thing and using my collection to draw her own conclusions on what it was that I typically wanted during sex.

The thing was, I hadn’t used most of it in practice.

My tastes clearly leaned into mild degradation and sometimes crossed into light BDSM, but that was something you didn’t typically explore with a partner unless you trusted them. Most of my partners assumed because I was masc that I was dominant, and I often did nothing to counter that assumption because I didn’t trust most people to tie me up or hurt me the way I so desperately craved.

But Cass had just… known. It was like she instinctively knew what I needed, and she was more than happy to give it to me. She’d just naturally fallen into the dominant role, and for the first time in my adult sex life, I trusted someone enough to lean into it.