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“Wait what?” She screams at me in desperation as she leaps from the bed to follow me.
“I said don’t touch yourself. If you come I will punish you. All your orgasms belong to me now, do you understand?” I say it slowly so she has no reason but to understand what I’m saying.
Savannah blinks up at me as she stands naked, her nose turned up at me.
“I don’t understand,” she pleads with me as her hands grip my arm. My fingers wrap around her throat, and I slam her against the door hard and hear the intake of breath she takes as she tries to keep her composure.
“I said.”
I lean down so my nose touches her, my fingers tightening around her throat, and I watch her eyes widen when she realizes if I wanted, I could snap her neck just like that.
“Do as you are told or suffer my wrath. Do you understand, my little sinner?”
She nods quickly as her hands grip my fingers, trying to pull them free of her neck. She coughs out a breath as her air runs out, and if I wanted I could end her right now. But I’m not done with her just yet.
I throw her to the side, releasing her, and she crumbles on the floor as she tries to get air back into her lungs.
“You enjoy hurting me, don’t you?” she says, her voice shaking over her words.
“I enjoy watching you break under my touch, kitten. I'll be back, just don’t touch yourself because if you do, I’ll know.”
I see the shock on her face at how I would really know. What she doesn’t know is there are cameras I have set up everywhere, or the fact that every inch of her room is under heavy surveillance.
I walk out, leaving her to ponder how I would find out, but I’ll be true to my word, if she even touches herself even a little or even to feel how wet I've made her, she'll be punished, and she won’t like the kind of punishment I’ll dish out.
I watchas Jacob leaves the room, closing the door behind him as he does. The locks don’t even bother me anymore, it's just another sound I’ve grown accustomed to while being here.
Jacob still hasn’t told me why I am here and it’s driving me crazy knowing absolutely nothing. Not that I’m used to being in the know about anything. My father never told me anything about his work, he’s always kept me in the dark about it. I used to hate when he’d spend the little time he did with me and it was always interrupted by something more important than me.
I guess, his being a father to me wasn’t as important as whatever business he did.
I never knew another life. I was always showered with gifts and expensive things so that wasn’t new to me, it was my normal. But I knew to some people my life was anything but normal. My father kept me hidden away for so long that I only found out a month ago, I have a brother who lives in New York. I was furious with him for lying to me all these years. I wanted to go visit him, but he refused to let me go anywhere near him. He told me he was trouble and that he would only hurt me. Now I’m starting to think my entire life is one big fat lie.
Jacob knows who I am. He knows my father because he told me, not in so many words, but enough for me to know he despises my father, he said I’m a debt, a debt for what? I need answers, and maybe the only way to get them is to get Jacob to trust me enough to give me the answers I need so desperately.
I touch my jaw which aches so badly after the way Jacob used my mouth for his pleasure. I had never given a blowjob before let alone one that intense. Is that how all guys want them? Even the inside of my mouth hurt like it had been scraped and bruised on the inside. It wouldn’t surprise me with how huge Jacob's cock was. I mean, I wasn’t a prude. I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks, but I knew what they looked like. I’d seen one online. My father never let me experience being a teenager, so I'd never seen one in real life—until now. I hated him for that. I just wanted to be a teenage girl, but he took that from me, saying the world was too dangerous for a girl like me.
Jacob’s cock was the first one I had seen in person. Even if I had seen one in a photo beforehand, I knew it wasn’t average size. There was something about it that made me scared, but also made me tingle everywhere just picturing it. Like right now even though he assaulted my mouth with his monster cock, my pussy is dripping, imaging it inside me. Maybe it’s because he deprived me of an orgasm or maybe it’s because I’m losing my marbles and am somehow falling slightly for the guy who stole me from my own bed.
I slide my hand down slightly and brush against my very sensitive clit, squeezing my legs together as the sensation drives me almost to the brink of exploding.
I pull my hand back when I remember Jacob's voice.
“I'll be back, just don’t touch yourself because if you do, I’ll know.”
I look around. Maybe he has cameras planted around me; I can’t see anything obvious. So maybe he was lying? Wouldn't be the first time he has.
There is no way he will know if I touch myself, right? I am so desperate and riled up for a release I just don’t care.
I lay back and slip my hand over my heated skin, my legs opening for a better angle, and I glide my fingers through my wet lips and let out a moan.
I bite down hard on my lip as my fingers pump in and out. I curve them slightly and hit the spot that drives me wild.
I brush my thumb over my clit and slap my other hand over my mouth to muffle the scream I let out as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, making my whole body shake. My back arches off the bed, my toes curl under me, and I throw my head back as I slide my fingers back and forth letting the last remains end before I slide them out completely.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, trying to collect myself. I picture Jacob pulling my hand out and slipping my wet fingers into his mouth to lick the remains of my climax off my fingers. I almost combust again just picturing that.
I lay there for I don’t know how long to collect myself when I have the urge to pee.
