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“Yes, Sir.” I grip my thighs and try to remain as still as a statue. This is fucking scary. I’ve essentially agreed to be Silver’s slave, and the first order of business is to shave my pubic hair. Madness.

Silver moves in slow motion, squirting shaving cream onto his palm, rubbing it all over my pussy, and then wiping his hand on the cloth. He uses one hand to press down on my pelvis and steady me while the other hand drags the razor over my folds.

I stare at the ceiling, out of my body. Confused, horny, scared, excited, and about ten other emotions. My head is spinning while I wait for him to shave me. It’s methodical, like I assume everything he does is. He’s precise and takes his time.

Trying to disassociate, I think about the assignments I need to do this weekend. I assume he’s going to give me time to do them, considering one of his most important rules is that I have to study hard and get good grades.

School is the most important thing to me, too. I have goals. I want to graduate. I never want to live in poverty ever again. I fully intend to make that happen. I hope he wasn’t lying when he said that’s his goal, too.

When he puts the razor aside and uses the wet washcloth to wipe over my folds, I whimper. My pussy is so sensitive now that it’s bare. Will I get used to that feeling?

“Oh, yes. I like this. Your naked pussy is sexy as fuck and so soft,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep an eye on your cunt and decide how often I need to shave you.” Again, his words are mechanical, as if he’s making an observation. Commenting to himself about how often the grass needs to be mowed or the bushes trimmed. Ha.

He sets his hands on my knees and presses them wider, holding me open. “When was the last time you masturbated, Daphne?”

My breath hitches. Is he serious?

“I don’t like your hesitation,” he growls.

“Uh. I think two nights ago.”

“You’ve been masturbating in your car?” His voice rises.

I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” Where else would I do it?

“Do you use your fingers, or do you need a vibrator?”

I feel like I’m being interrogated by a sex counselor. “A vibrator.”

“Is that because it’s more efficient, or are you not able to come from just your fingers?”

Jesus. “I guess I could, but it would take longer.” I’ve never tried. Why would I bother?

“How often? How often do you rub this swollen little pussy, Daphne?”

My heart is racing. I’m too embarrassed to tell him the truth. “I don’t know. Sometimes…”

He leans in, lifts one hand, and swats my pussy so fast I don’t see it coming.

I cry out, the sting is sharp. I would close my legs and squirm out of his reach if it weren’t for the fact that his hands are back on my knees, restraining me.

“Answer my question, naughty girl. How many times a day do you make yourself come?”

“Every day. Usually twice.” I’m quick to respond this time.

“Do those books get you in the mood? Do you think about someone controlling you? Is that what makes you come, Daphne?”

All the blood drains from my face. I’m so fucking embarrassed, but I’m all in. I’m doing it. He can see how horny I am. There’s no sense denying the truth. “Before I met you, I didn’t own a vibrator. I’d never had an orgasm. Now I fuck myself multiple times every day. I think about you when I do it.”

Silver gives me a slow smile. “I like that answer. I think it will be good for you to experience some denial. Let the need build. From now on, you don’t orgasm without permission. I decide when and how and where. If I find out you touched yourself without my approval, I will punish you so hard you won’t ever disobey me again in your life. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, today is going to be busy. You have one chance to come, and that’s right now. I’ll let you finger your pussy until you get the release you crave while I watch. You won’t get another opportunity today. Take it or leave it.”

Shit. He really is sadistic. And I’m so fucking aroused that I have no choice but to perform for him. I’ll regret it if I don’t get relief soon.

“Yes, Sir.”