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My toes curl. I dig my nails into my palms.
“Seven…”
I dig harder, trying to create enough pain to distract me.
“Six…”
Maybe I can try to move and shift the angle at which the dildo penetrates me to something less effective. But what if I accidentally move the dildo or vibrator to amoreeffective spot? Better to stay still, then.
“Five…”
I tense my body and try to hold in the eruption. I’m almost there!
“Four…”
He moves the vibrator subtly, finding other parts of my clit that are delighted for the stimulation. Oh, shit.
“Three…”
I’m in trouble. Shit, shit, shit.
“Two…”
It’s useless. Like trying to plug Old Faithful or keep a volcano from erupting. I scream as my orgasm tears through me. Jolted by the intense euphoria pressing into me, the jerking of my body would have knocked me and the chair down if Jack hadn’t been holding it in place somehow. Not that I would have noticed if I had crashed to the floor. My climax would override anything. In fact, the sensation is too much. My body tries to escape the vibrator, still at my clit, but I’m too tightly bound. Only when he removes the vibrator and dildo do I get any relief while my pussy throbs like mad.
“You almost made it, princess,” he says, turning off the vibrator and setting the items aside. “What went wrong?”
“Felt too good,” I murmur.
Feebly, I lift my head up to see him reach into the duffel bag.
“Well, princess, we’re going to have to learn to do better.”
I drop my head. I might be in serious trouble.
Chapter five
Kai
Icantelltheposition is tiring her, but, to her credit, she hasn’t complained or used her safe word. More tears escape her eyes, causing her mascara to run up her face. I check the time on my watch to see how long her head has been hanging off the seat of the chair. I’ve got time for some more bastinado.
From my bag, I take out rubber bands, which I fit around each of her feet. She looks at them with dread. Squatting down, I wipe some of the tears off her face.
“Think you can do better next time and come only when I tell you to?” I ask her.
“Yes, Sir! Definitely, Sir!
I stand up and pull at one of the bands. “Good. This’ll be a little reminder and incentive to help with next time.”
I release the rubber band. It snaps into the sole of her foot, causing her to scream.
“Oh my god, that looks painful!” an audience member gasps.
I snap the band on the other foot. Casey screams again. Gently, I run a knuckle along the arch of her foot before reaching for the band again.
“Let’s review,” I say. “What is it you’re going to do?”
“C-Come when you tell me to,” she replies.
