Page 63 of Vow of Hate

“How does it feel? Your finger compared to my cock?”

“It’s not as good,” she admits.

I smirk. “I figured. Make yourself come by your own hand.”

“I can’t,” she whines.

“How do you know you can’t?”

Sienna averts her eyes as a blush creeps across her face.

“Ah,” I say. “It’s because you’ve tried before, haven’t you? And you weren’t able to do it. You weren’t able to make yourself come on your own hand.”

“Yes.” Her response is a mix between a moan and a cry of frustration.

“Well, I’m here. You’re going to make yourself come with your own hand. So keep doing it. Press your other finger to your clit. It will feel good.”

She does as I say and whimpers. Her hips jerk forward. It’s just a piece of glass between me and Sienna and yet, it feels like a large wall. I have to put distance between us. I opened up too much to her last night and I have to stop that.

She is nothing more to me than my prisoner.

“Keep touching yourself.”

Her eyes are locked with mine as her hips jerk forward. Her small breaths are whimpers. Her body is lithe and tight under the water.

I have fucked her and I’m desperate to do it again but I can’t. Not right now. Not when she’s driving me crazy like this.

The last thing I can do is lose myself around her again.

“Dante,” she whimpers.

“Come,” I order. “I know you can do it.”

“I can’t!” she cries. “I just can’t.”

“You need my touch, my dirty girl? I’m honored.”

“Please. Just touch me.”

“You were the one who said we can’t keep going the way we are.”

Her eyes widen. “Just… just please. Touch me.”

“Make yourself come. It’s the only way you’re going to get your orgasm, Sienna.”

She pouts. Fucking pouts. It makes my cock hard. “Please, Dante. Please.”

“Come. Now.” My voice speaks to no disagreements.

Sienna moves her hand over her pussy faster and faster. I can tell she’s trying so hard to make herself come. When it came to my touch, she would always come so fast. But with her own, it’s a struggle.

That makes me smile. I love that she needs me so much. That she’s so dependent on me.

But at the same time, that’s the problem. I have turned her into this and I want her more and more every day when the opposite should be happening. I usually get tired of my prisoners soon after I torture them. With Sienna, I have grown to care for her more.

Fuck.

“Dante!” she cries out.