My hands were tied, my mouth gagged and there wasn't much that I could show him. His eyes trailed the small tear rolling down from the side of my face. With a flick of a finger, he wiped it off. "Show me what you want." He commanded, twirling his finger in the air as he examined the tiny teardrop on it.
Without another thought, I began to grind on his finger. He was moving it slowly as I grinded hard against it. It felt so bad and for a moment I almost flushed picturing myself grinding on him but that didn't matter right then. What mattered was what I was craving and I would get it however possible. My breathing elevated once again as my hips swayed to his movement, except much faster than he was going. He added another finger and a deep moan came out of me.
"Good girl." His remark came
