“Be patient, toy,” he says, his voice low and commanding. It falls to the floor with a loud clang, and I gasp in relief. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as he begins to thrust into me. He squeezes gently, pulling me even closer to him. I whimper, feeling empty and unsatisfied. But the door remains closed, and I’m left alone with this relentless, maddening stimulation. A reward? I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for me tomorrow. He chuckles softly. You must earn it.”
He moves down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my skin. I glance around the room, half-expecting Master to appear, his smirk twisting the knife of my torment.
