“Look, I won’t punish you for telling the truth. I will punish you for lying.”
“Then, no. Or, I’m not sure. I don’t know you well enough to be convinced.”
“Fair enough.”
She felt his hands at the cuffs, perhaps checking them. Then his hands slid down her arms and down her back to her butt. She tried to block the sensations his caresses produced.
“That’s it?” she questioned. “You’re just going to leave it at that?”
“I am.”
His hands withdrew, and she heard him walk away. He wasn’t going to try to put her at ease?
“Wait!” she called. “Are you just going to leave me here?”
She heard something being turned on. A vibrator, possibly. Hopefully.
“What’s that?” she asked, desperately wishing she could see.
“You’ll see.”
He was standing before her. She could hear the device close to her. She yelped when it touched her nipple. It was a vibrator of some sort.
His fingers were between her thighs, sliding against her moisture. And then the vibrator replaced his fingers. Almost immediately her body hummed in pleasure.
She heard something like tape being pulled, and then she felt it wrapping about her legs. At first, she was worried it was duct tape, but to her surprise, the material didn’t stick to her skin as expected, though it bound her thighs together tightly about the vibrator.
She was excited and worried about that vibrator.
This time she remembered to ask permission. “Am I allowed to come?”
“No.”
Shit. Now she wasn’t so keen on the vibrator. He had taped it there, which meant he didn’t expect to remove it anytime soon. Double shit.
“But you stuck a vibrator to me,” she protested.
“I control it with this remote.” He demonstrated by adjusting the intensity, and she realized the original setting had been relatively low. “If it looks like you’re about to come, I’ll back it down.”
He demonstrated again by bringing the vibration back down to a gentle hum.
“What if you don’t turn it down in time?” she challenged.
“You’ll have to hold it. And if you don’t, you better think of a damn good punishment for yourself later.”
She glared at him through the blindfold.
“Don’t give me that look, pet,” he warned.
She wanted to snap back, “I’m not your pet!”
As if responding to her thoughts, he nudged the setting up. She bit back a moan.
“I’ll try my best, Master,” she muttered.
“Good, pet.”
He stepped back to view her from head to toe. Walking over to a dresser, he pulled out a red ball gag with nipple clamps dangling from it.