Page 163 of The Monster and the Masochist

Fuck, I was so obsessed with her.

The threat in her tone triggered the part of me that wanted nothing more than to kneel at her damn feet, and my body sprang into action as the overwhelming urge to obey her took over.

Maybe if I were good, she would hurt me the way I so desperately craved…

She’d done it before… She knew what it did to me…

Oh god, I wanted her to hurt me so bad…

With this tantalizing thought zinging through my already subbed-out brain, I dropped my boxers and hastily stepped into the equipped jock, tightening the adjustable waist and thigh straps with shaking fingers.

Once everything was secure, Cass plucked the neck of my t-shirt impatiently.

“Off,” she ordered, and I immediately crossed my arms in front of me and lifted the shirt up over my head.

I was literally panting, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

Once I was standing naked before her with nothing but the strap-on jutting obscenely out from my hips, she finally gave me an approving smile.

“Good, Theodora,” she hummed, running her fingertips lightly over the length of the dildo as I waited for her to give me another order.

The praise zipped through me, and my knees literally shook with anticipation as I struggled to stay still until she decided what she wanted to do with me.

To my dismay, she turned away from me, and I let out an embarrassingly pathetic whimper as she slowly made her way back to the bed.

“Shh. None of that. Be quiet and stay still. You look so good waiting for me like that, baby,” she murmured, though she wasn’t even looking at me. Her attention was back on my box of toys, and I watched as she sifted through it before producing a box that I knew held a remote-controlled vibrator. I’d kept it in the box so I wouldn’t lose the remote that came with it, and I knew as Cass’s eyes lit up with a sinister sort of glee that she’d found what she’d been looking for.

“Mmm. This seems like it’ll fit in your cute little pocket,” she crooned as she tugged the pink pill-shaped vibrator out of the box and tucked the remote into her bra.

“Cass…” I whined as she approached me with that sinister smile on her full lips.

“Spread your legs,” she ordered softly, and I did as I was told, shuffling my feet until they were shoulder-width apart to give her access to where I knew she wanted to go.

She made eye contact with me as she slipped her hand down under the hard dildo, before tracing a finger over the seam of my pussy through the fabric of the strap.

“Oh yeah, this is going to fit perfectly against your clit, isn’t it, Theodora?” she hummed, and I bit back another pathetic whine as she slipped the vibrator into the pocket meant exactly for this purpose.

She pinched the toy firmly and rocked it back and forth until it settled neatly into my crease, finding its final resting place against my clit.

I was breathing so fucking hard. I couldn’t look away from her face as she reached into her bra and tugged out the remote.

“On your knees,” she ordered, and I groaned as I dropped to the floor.

My knees hit the carpet, and I found myself suddenly eye level with her perfect, exposed pussy.

My mouth watered, and I leaned forward, instinctively wanting to lick up the slit between her legs.

Suddenly, she was gripping me firmly by the hair, and I hissed in surprise as she jerked my head back and away from her.

“Did I tell you that you could touch?”

She tsked me with her tongue, and I swallowed, shaking my head.

I couldn’t move much with how hard she was gripping my hair, but the rough tug on my scalp sent delicious sparks of pain through my body, and my nipples hardened as wetness flooded between my legs.

“Bad girl,” she chided me, and my head swam with desire as she looked down at me with a deliciously condescending look of disapproval.

“If you want to fuck me, Theodora, you’re going to have to be good and earn it,” she whispered, and I swallowed.