"You will f**k yourself again. Right now. And you will c*m. And I will watch you. And I will count. Five times, Daisy. That's how many times you have to cum."
As he said that, he leaned against the table and stared at me.
"Well," he said, his voice low, "What are you waiting for, slave?"
I hesitated at first, but his gaze upon me didn't make me feel self-conscious. Instead it made me feel...wanted. Dirty.
I loved the feeling.
I began with my breasts, kneading them with my hands and occasionally stroking my n*****s. When I felt my body respond, and knowing that he was so close to me, watching me like a hawk, I moved to my c**t and began to stroke.
The first orgasm came quicker than I expected, and I heard his grunt just as I cried in ecstasy. Then came the second, and the third, and t
