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“My hands are still tied.”
I hold the glass up to the bars. She rolls onto her knees and positions her face close to the bars. I tilt the glass over her lips. Some of the water makes it into her mouth, the rest makes its way down to the concrete floor.
“Is there anything for breakfast?” she asks.
“What do you think this is? A hotel?”
She looks down. “No, Sir.”
“If you’re a good little sex slave, maybe you’ll get bread with your water.”
She looks partially intrigued, probably liking the sex slave idea. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
“I see you’ve used the bucket,” I note.
“Pissing in a bucket was not part of my fantasy,” she says.
“This isn’t your fantasy anymore, princess. It’s mine.”
Her eyes widen.
“So be grateful for what you have,” I continue. “It could be worse. A lot worse. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now let’s see that pussy.”
She lies down with her knees up and apart. I reach through the cage and curl two digits into her. She shivers.
“Still hot and wet,” I remark.
“It’s been like that for you since yesterday morning.”
Gently, I stroke her. “You think you could come fast for me?”
Her eyes light up. “Yes, Sir. I’ve been dying to come. Even if this cage was a luxe bed with a down topper, I probably would have had trouble sleeping. You left me…unfinished.”
“Part of your training. And punishment.”
“I did good, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t have a choice.”
Her lips form a pout.
I run my fingers over her swelling clit before sinking back into her snatch. Her lashes flutter.
“I don’t have a choice whether to come or not, either,” she says.
“Because you lack the proper training.”
When I withdraw my fingers, her brow furrows.
“Please let me come, Sir. I’ve done everything you asked.”
“No you haven’t. You might be able to get away with your little lies at home, but you’re not in Kansas anymore, princess.”
I can see the conflict written on her face. Part of her likes being tormented, likes being pushed to her limits. Part of her is worried. She’s not a complete ditz. She knows she’s put herself in a vulnerable position. And the spoiled part of her just wants to indulge, to have her dessert without having to work for it.
