Still frowning slightly, she returned to her previous position and did as she was instructed. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her eyes to go wide.
“Something wrong, kitten?”
“Sir, it’s… it’s warm. Too warm.”
“Yeah. It’s going to burn for awhile. Now, what have you been hiding from me?”
“Nothing, I swear.” Desperation filled her voice and her eyes.” Sir, it hurts!”
“I know, baby. It’s a punishment, remember?”
Bouncing on her toes, she shook her head, her long, dark hair flying wildly around her. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“What are you hiding from me, Katherine? I can do this all night.”
“C-can’t,” she said, panting through the pain. “Can’t t-tell you.”
Stubborn brat. “Why not?”
“Sir,please.”
“As soon as you tell me, you can come, and then we can get some cream for your poor little pussy.”
A low whine, filled with distress and need, had him sitting up straighter. The oil shouldn’t burn too badly, as he’d tried it on himself when he’d purchased it, but he imagined the burn along with the pain of needing to come was getting the best of her.
Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the ground in front of the couch. “Knees.”
She moved quickly, kneeling so her thighs pressed tightly with the hope it would help ease the fire between her legs. “Sir?”
“Knees apart, kitten. You know better,” he admonished softly, pleased when she obeyed with nothing more than a groan of protest.
“Good girl.” Cupping her cheek with his hand, he held her gaze, searching for any sign of true distress. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything beyond what he knew she could handle, so he plowed forward. “Talk to me, kitten. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It hurts, sir.”
“I know. If you want it to stop, you just have to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“Don’t want to.”
‘Don’t want to’ was a far different being from ‘can’t’, but he wasn’t going to point that out. As far as he was concerned, it was progress. “Press the vibrator against your clit. It’s barely touching.”
“Sir, please, I can’t take it.”
“Then tell me.”
When she didn’t move, he reached between them and pressed her hand more firmly against her pussy. She let out a short, high scream and little beads of sweat began popping out along her hairline.
“I love you!” She blurted out. “I love you and I didn’t want to tell you, now please just make it stop, please!”
“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”
“I’m scared.”
Ignoring his own hurt, he pushed more firmly on her hand. “Good girl. Thank you for telling me. Come for me, baby.”
With soft words of encouragement, he coaxed her over the edge. Holding her close, he stroked her hair as her body shattered, shaking with the force of the orgasm. When it seemed to run its course, he switched off the vibe and gently pried it from her hands.
Tossing it into the bag with a mental note to wash everything later, he pulled her in so her head was resting on his chest. He waited for her soft whimpers to fade before speaking again.