Kitten’s hips tilted forward by the barest of degrees, the sharp pull of desire already making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed her right hand on her swollen sex.
“Do you touch yourself, Kitten?” he asked. He deliberately let the warmth of his breath caress her splayed flesh.
Kitten shivered. “S-s-sometimes.”
“Do you make yourself come?” Caleb carefully placed his hand on top of hers and pressed her fingers deeper into her own flesh. Kitten whimpered, flexing her hips upward toward their hands.
“Sometimes!” she whined loudly.
Caleb smiled at her, though he knew she couldn’t see it. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling overhead. Caleb leaned forward and ran his jaw along her inner thigh.
“Show me,” he said.
Kitten’s body tightened, he could feel it beneath his cheek. He heard her take a deep, trembling breath and then her hand moved under his. He kissed the inside of her knee as he sat back and adjusted the painful erection in his pants. Every moment with her seemed both painful and sweet. He watched her small, delicate fingers find the apex of her pleasure and touch it experimentally. He smiled suddenly and brought his hand to his mouth, instantly realizing her scent saturated his fingers – he had the sudden urge to lick them, but didn’t. He knew it would only lead to other things.
Kitten arched her back. She rubbed at the little bud with mounting pressure and speed as her wetness made the flesh increasingly slippery between her fingers. It wasn’t long before soft, but insistent moans began breaking past her lips.
Caleb could feel the beat of his heart in his cock as it worked to push blood down to his erection. He knew he shouldn’t be so aroused, not when he’d already come twice, once against her pussy, and again in her mouth. However, being reminded and watching Kitten grow wetter did little to quell his desire and more to stoke it.
Kitten rocked her hips back and forth, slowly at first and then with growing speed as her obvious desperation grew. Her fingers rubbed her little clit and it visibly became redder, more swollen, but the sounds Kitten made had gone from need to frustration.
“I can’t…. I can’t when you’re watching me,” she said.
Caleb smiled, “The second thing you should know is to take pleasure whenever you can.” As he thought about what he was trying to express, his smile faded, “Know your body, Kitten. Know what turns you on. Most of the time you’ll be responsible for your own pleasure. There will be times when it will seem impossible, times when it will be impossible. Either way, you’ll have to be convincing. Convince me.”
Kitten’s fingers stopped and the only sound in the room was the sound of her pulling air into her lungs. She took her hand away from her body and tried to sit up.
Caleb stood and he met her watering eyes as she placed her hands behind her for balance. “Caleb,” her chin trembled, “no.” She seemed to be looking for more to say, more emotions to express.
Caleb didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He couldn’t bear to hear it. He stepped closer and reached behind her for her hand, only just avoiding her mouth as she turned to kiss him. He couldn’t bear that either.
“Master,” he said, “not Caleb.”
“But...you said –”
“I know what I said, Kitten. It was a mistake,” he said. He was confusing her, and for that, he was sorry. It had been selfish of him to allow her such intimacy, when she didn’t belong to him.
Kitten sobbed once, twice, but then nodded.
Caleb took her hand as he guided her back down onto the table. Before any more tears were shed or words spoken on Kitten’s end, he took her wet fingers into his mouth and tasted her pussy on them. He closed his eyes as the taste of her, both sweet and tart, burst over his tongue. He moaned low, sucking them into his mouth until he watched Kitten’s eyes widen and go darker, signaling her arousal.
Slowly he pulled her fingers out of his mouth and guided them back onto Kitten’s pussy. Kitten closed her eyes for a brief second and lifted her hips to meet them. “You’ve been touching your clit,” he whispered, making small circles against her clit with her own fingers. “Don’t forget you have this delicious little hole.” He guided her fingers down and pushed the tip of her slender middle finger into her pussy.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. Her back bowed and her body froze, but Caleb could tell she was only adjusting to new sensations and not coming.
“Is it good, Pet?” he asked.
Kitten only nodded and let her body drift back down gently before her hips began rocking against her hand. Caleb slowly took his hand away and sat back down in his chair to watch. Kitten cupped her breast absently and pressed the hard pebble of her nipple between her fingers as Caleb had done to her so many times before. She whimpered, her previous trepidation fleeting in the face of her mounting pleasure.
He watched Kitten’s fingers, the middle one delving a little further with each hesitant thrust. Caleb felt like he could only handle so much, especially with the taste of her still so pervasive in his mouth. Once again, he placed his hand on hers. He marveled at the way her body seemed to pulsate with need. She tried to keep touching herself, but his hand prevented it. Caleb inhaled sharply, dizzy with desire. He leaned forward, slipping his tongue up through her fingers.
Kitten cried out. She writhed against his all too gentle mouth, rattling the stirrups and filling the room with her desperation. He was too gentle. He knew there was no way she could come from the soft licking. So he kept licking, sometimes pushing the tip of his tongue into her pussy. He loved the way she whimpered, whined, and moaned.
After a while though, he knew he had to stop – or he wouldn’t stop. He stood up and looked down at Kitten’s quivering body. She turned her head and closed her eyes as her breasts rose and fell with the effort of her breathing. He sighed deeply and savored the taste and smell of her. It has to be now. He pulled out the small drawer attached to the table.
“You’re beautiful, Kitten,” he said. He took out two sets of handcuffs. She didn’t open her eyes, but flinched at the sound of the cuffs. “You’ve been very, very, good. I hope you’ll continue to be.” He cuffed her right wrist to the table comfortably and smiled when she finally opened her eyes and looked at him with those big, brown, inquiring eyes. “You’re not resisting,” he said with a bright smile. “I’m impressed.”
She hesitated when he reached for her left wrist, but then her arm relaxed and her breath quickened. Secured in her handcuffs, he reached out and traced her nipple with his index finger. His dick twitched when her sigh filled the silence. Next, he blindfolded her which added to the already intoxicating tension in her body. Caleb was surprised she hadn’t said a word or resisted him in any substantial way – he couldn’t decide whether or not he had wanted her to be so pliable.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. He slowly reached for the machine that would deliver the surprise he had planned.
Kitten licked her lips, “I’m thinking…” she undulated against her restraints, “how badly I want you to finish what you started.”
Caleb chuckled, “Trust me. I intend to.” He flipped the switch on the machine. It made an ominous humming sound, not unlike a generator.
Kitten tried to move all at once, her efforts resulting in nothing more than the clanging of handcuffs against her railing and nothing more.
“What is that?” she shouted.
“Do you want me to gag you too?” Caleb asked. Kitten shook her head violently. “Okay then, let me finish.”
Kitten strained against her bonds when his fingers grabbed hold of her sensitive clit and affixed a padded clamp. She wiggled her bottom trying to shake it loose, but it wouldn’t move.
“I wanted you to be nice and ready for this. And you are; you’re so close.” He sucked hard on her nipple and despite her growing fear she arched her back, trying to push more of her tit into his mouth. It was temp
ting, but Caleb pulled away and clamped her nipple snugly and repeated his efforts on the other breast. When he finished he stepped back and took in the graphic picture she made – blindfolded, bound, and clamped with thin cables running between her legs. “I think I’ll gag you anyway, I wouldn’t want you waking anyone.”
Kitten seemed on the verge of protest, but Caleb put a swift stop to it by placing a soft piece of cloth into her mouth and securing it behind her head. Not much of a gag really, but it would muffle any sounds coming out of her mouth and make her words incoherent.
“Shh,” said Caleb in the crest of her ear. “This next lesson is probably the most important and most difficult to learn.” He stroked her hair. “Pleasure comes to you only when your Master desires it. In the meantime, you’ll hunger for it, ache with it, and suffer through it – much like you are now. I’m going to bed. If you continue being a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come for breakfast.”
Kitten was in the middle of a muffled tirade when a surge of pulsing electricity simultaneously zapped through her clit and nipples. Caleb watched as her body became paralyzed with panic and intense pleasure. The current was low enough not to hurt, but strong enough to make her body contract. She strained and pressed toward the sensation. She arched her back, lost in the sensation of the clamps gently pulling on her nipples as little tremors were sent through them. Her hips pumped gently into the air looking for release when the sensation abruptly stopped. She screamed with frustration, no way to alleviate her need – neither by finding release, or letting it ebb into nothingness.
Caleb gave her one more lingering look and then he made his way toward the stairs. He called behind him, “It’s going to be a long night. Good luck, Kitten.”
Out of the wine cellar, Caleb pressed his back against the door, and let out a sigh to fight the urge to run downstairs and bury himself inside of his beautiful, cock-starved virgin.