“Sexually pleasing. Your body is on fire for me. I like it this way. Eventually, you’ll crave my touch and mentally beg me to let you come.”
My brow furrows. Comewhere?
He smiles. “Orgasm, Little pet. Come. Reach your peak. Achieve the release you crave. Explode.”
So many words for the nirvana I desire.
He dangles some of the chain links over my nipples again.
Another rush of wetness leaks out of me.
“You’re soaking my hand with your juices, Little pet.”
My cheeks heat. I should be mortified. Maybe I am. I’m struggling to care. I just want the elusive orgasm he speaks of. At any cost. He’s tormenting me on purpose.
“Unless I say otherwise, you will only come against this chain. You do not have permission to orgasm unless it is attached to your collar, the links grazing your clit. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble. What he’s suggesting is so naughty. Devious. Filthy. But I want it.
“Do you need to come, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I squirm, trying to get more pressure against my clit.
“I bet you’d like to have something inside you, wouldn’t you, Little pet?”
I whimper. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“I can’t wait to thrust my tongue into your cunt, Little pet.”
I shudder. His tongue?
He chuckles. “You have no idea what I can do with my tongue, Little pet.” He lifts his hand from my pussy, wraps the length of chain around his fist until it’s pulled tight, extending down my torso between my breasts and putting pressure on my neck.
I don’t know what his intentions are at all until he lowers his fist a few inches against the open diaper, pressing the chain against my clit and between my folds.
I gasp. Need builds higher within me. My pussy is pulsing. “Daddy…” I lift my head to relieve the pressure.
“Drop your head, naughty pet,” he orders.
With a deep shudder, I obey him, crying out as the links torment my clit. He ensures it does, adjusting the chain so it’s positioned in the most devious location. “Squirm, Little pet. Rock against your leash. Make yourself come.”
A tiny voice in my mind tells me to squeeze my eyes shut and go into my head, to defy this man who thinks he can condition me to orgasm against a leash like I’m a wild animal. I shouldn’t let him do this to me.
But that voice isn’t strong enough. It’s not in charge of me. Lasim is in charge of me now. He’s my owner. He’s promising me a lifetime of pure pleasure if I can submit to his will. He’s very devious in his methods. I have no doubt he can and will train me to do unthinkable things and enjoy them. He has already reduced me to the obedient pet he says I am in just minutes.
“You need this, Little pet. You need to come. Remember how good it felt when I brought you to orgasm with the vibrating pad? You can have that every day of your life. You can have it multiple times a day. All you have to do is be my good Little pet. Obey my demands. Submit to my will.”
I’m caving. I can’t fight this. Every tiny movement reminds me that all I have to do is wiggle a bit more and then I’ll get that pleasure I desire. It’s totally humiliating. And I can’t stop it.
EIGHT
When I tip my head back in order to break the fierce eye contact, I’m gasping for breath. It feels like I’ve been running for hours, and I’m out of energy.
Give in, the naughty voice in my head encourages.You know you want to. Give in.
Unable to stop myself, I finally lift my hips, forcing more pressure against my clit.
“That’s a good Little pet. Show me how pretty you are when you come.”