Later that evening, I am sure he does have a raging hard-on. While I can't see it, I can feel it pressing against my thighs as he leans into me.
"What do you want, Elizabeth? This won't go any further until you ask me for it."
I hear a buzz, then feel a sharp pain in one n****e, then the other, as he clamps vibes to my small, firm buttons.
This is too much, and I struggle against the chains, trying to escape the electric arousal spiking through me. My p***y gushes and I moan, trying to thrash both against and into the sensation.
"What do you want, Elizabeth? Tell me. You have to tell me."
"I want... I want..."
"Yes?"
"Oh, God! I want you inside me. Please. I want you inside me."
"That's better. And then?"
I am half-crazy with lust. I can barely think straight. "I want you to f**
