Quaking, I lift my arms over my head and rest my clasped hands against the floor. Then I spread my thighs and bite my bottom lip, praying I’ll be strong enough to remain silent as I’ve been instructed.
He’s still for a moment, watching my face with avid eyes, that finger sunk deep inside me waiting for the rhythmic clench of orgasm. I’m almost there—almost—and if he moves his finger at all, I’ll tip over the edge and start f*****g his hand desperately as my climax rips through me.
“Sweet little bunny,” he whispers, elated. “You’re trying so hard to be good, aren’t you?” I nod frantically.
He slides the hand pressed against my sternum over to one breast and fondles it for a moment before he pinches the hard n****e. Pleasure ripples through my body in waves that head straight down between
