“Sir, may I come?” She was panting, straining to control her impending orgasm. Why did Doms think she could wait?
“No.” His mouth growled next to her ear, and her body took that as a cue to shudder violently. “Are you going to be a bad girl?”
“Very bad,” she whimpered.
He pulled the vibe out of her panties and shut it off.
“Fuck.”
He chuckled, but Everly didn’t think he was very funny right then. “I don’t understand why you’re upset. I’m being helpful.”
Screw this. She pulled one of her hands from the wall and pressed her fingers between her legs. Two seconds and . . .
Ambrose yanked her hand away from her pussy. Then stood her upright and spun her around. “Hold your hands out like this.” He showed her to leave them out, palms up.
“What? Why?”
He stripped off his shirt and she almost drooled on herself. Next, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. Aw, shit.
“No touching yourself without my permission.” He gave both of her palms two belt strokes.
Fuck, that smarted! And turned her on. It hardly seemed fair, since she hadn’t used her left hand to touch herself.
“Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Without warning, he grabbed the nipple clamp chain and yanked. The clamps popped off simultaneously, and she screeched.
“Are you sorry now?”
She sniffled. “Yes, Sir.”
He tilted his chin up and gazed down at her sternly, reminding her of a teacher chastising his pupil.
“If that’s what I get for sassing you, I’d hate to see what I’d get if I was late for class.”
“Late for class?”
“Well, yes. I’ve never seen someone get their hands strapped except in schoolgirl fetish porn.”
“Shh . . . it’s too soon for you to know my secrets.” His mouth twisted in amusement and self-deprecation.
She covered her nipples with her stinging hands. “I’m sorry I was late for class, Professor. How can I ever make it up to you?”
“Are you mocking me, Everly?”
“No, Sir. Just playing a game. I like games.”
“Your games make my cock ache.”
“I like making your cock ache, Sir. It’s only fair.”
“Mmm.” He pulled her close and looked down at her, like she was a tiny little thing. “I think we’ll save that idea for another day.”
“Oh? Are you going home now?” She couldn’t help but smirk.
“You wish.” Slowly, he pulled down her panties, crouching to take them as she stepped out of them, then laying them aside with her bra. “Put your hands behind your head and don’t move.”