“Yes, Mr. S.”
That made him speed up. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes…”
The sound of sloshing filled the room as he stirred my shit, like he was summoning the orgasm from deep inside.
“Do it.”
That was all it took. My body tensed again and I was floating. It was like I had no control over it.
“How much is that now?” he asks.
I struggled to find my breath before answering. “Three.”
“Good,” his knuckles glide up and down my clit, waiting. “Keep counting. Aloud. Understood?”
“Yes. Mr. S.”
A wicked grin curled into his lips. Right above my cum glistening in his beard. “What a good, little bunny rabbit.”
And so he brought me to my peak again.
And again.
And again. And again.
Each time surprising me I could go this far without being fucked with his dick.
I felt like I was going crazy, like none of this was real but instead was a dream. But my theory was disproved with every orgasm.
“I can’t hear you. Say it louder.”
“F-Four—” I cleared my throat. Then choked out. “Fourteen. We’re on fourteen.”
“Hm,” he paused and looked me over. “I think you’re spent, Bunny.”
“No, Mr. S.”
My throat was so dry.
“Do you need a break?”
“No Mr. S.”
My legs felt like jelly. I could smell colors and taste sounds.
“I’ll get you water. Do not move.”
Not likely.
The straps of the belt were released and my arms dropped to my side. Still, I didn’t move. I caught a glimpse at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
11:46 p.m.
I came in just after 4 o’clock and it’s almost midnight?
And where is my phone?
