"Yes, Sir."
I start at her ankles, trailing my fingertips lightly up her calves, over her knees, along her thighs.Her skin is incredibly soft, and I savor the texture beneath my fingers.When I reach the apex of her thighs, I deliberately bypass where she wants me most, continuing up to trace patterns on her stomach.
She makes a small sound of frustration, and I smile, though she can't see it.
"Patience," I murmur.
My hands continue their exploration, up her ribs, brushing the sides of her breasts without touching them directly.Her breathing becomes more ragged, her body arching slightly, seeking contact where I deliberately withhold it.
The power is intoxicating, but I remain measured, controlled.This isn't about my gratification, not yet.It's about building her need, her desperation.
I lean down, my lips hovering just above hers, so close I can feel her quick, shallow breaths.
"Ask me," I whisper.
"Please," she says immediately.
"Please, what?"
"Please touch me, Sir."
"Where?"
Her cheeks flush deeper."Everywhere."
I reward her honesty with a kiss, firm but brief, then trail my lips down her neck, across her collarbone.My hands finally cup her breasts, and she gasps, arching into the touch.
"So responsive," I murmur against her skin."So perfect."
I take my time, exploring her body thoroughly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her pull against her restraints in desperate need.By the time my fingers finally slide between her thighs, she's slick with arousal, her hips bucking up to meet my touch.
"Please," she whimpers.
"Not yet," I tell her, withdrawing my touch."Not until I say."
She makes a sound of frustration that sends heat straight to my groin.I've never wanted anyone the way I want her in this moment, but I maintain my control, focused on her pleasure, her experience.
I step back, letting my gaze roam over her once more.Skye's chest rises and falls rapidly, and her skin is flushed with anticipation.I can see the desperate longing for my touch.But I'm not ready to give her what she craves.Not yet.
I continue my measured torment, bringing her to the edge repeatedly only to deny her release.Her body is trembling now, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her lips parted as she pants.
"Sir, please," she begs."I need,"
"I know exactly what you need," I cut her off."And you'll have it when I decide you're ready."
Finally, when I judge she can't take any more, I slide two fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit with precise pressure.Her response is immediate and powerful, her body arching off the bed despite her restraints.
"Now, Skye," I command."Come for me now."
Her release is explosive, her cry of pleasure echoing in the room as her body convulses around my fingers.I work her through it, prolonging the sensations until she's gasping, oversensitive.
"What do you need, Skye?"I ask as I remove my fingers from her."Tell me."
"You," she gasps out, straining against the restraints."I need you, Sir.Please."
I hum in approval, pleased by her response."Good girl."
Undoing my belt and pants, I free my hard, throbbing length, rolling on a condom before I quickly unstrap her ankles.Standing again, I grip her thighs and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around my hips.With one hard thrust, I bury myself deep inside her pussy.