“No.”

He had left her there. All day it felt like.

In reality it had only been forty minutes. Forty minutes of being secured to the bed. Hands tied to each corner. Knees folded and tied flush with the sheets. The vibrator strapped to her clit.

Her poor fucking clit.

The vibrator was set low. A low hum that she usually passed over. A low hum that she hadn’t seen any use for.

Apparently he saw plenty. This particular scenario being just one of them.

His poor Jane. Strapped helpless to the bed. Ring gag keeping her pretty mouth gaping. Drool dripping freely down that pointed chin and onto her chest.

She whimpered when he left. Thinking he’d come back in a moment or two. Convincing herself he wouldn’t leave her like this for long.

She knew him. She knew he had little self control when it came to her. His lust would become too much. His desire unchaining the beast inside him. The beast she loved seeing. Animalistic. Carnal. Feral.

It made her a sopping mess just thinking about it. Just thinking about that growl. Just thinking about those rough hands that knew her body like he knew country back roads. Like the back of his hand.

He was a quick learner. Dedicating himself to know which of his actions made her scream the loudest. Which made her squirm. Which made her body tense. He committed it all to memory, and practiced and tweaked it every single day.

He pushed himself. He pushed her.

It was his favourite thing about her. Her undying hunger for adventure. Her want to explore. To discover new things; both inside and outside the bedroom.

And he was pushing her now. As he was pushing himself also.

Jane’s cunt was quivering. Begging for just a little more stimulation. A little more stimulation so she could cum. Fuck, she needed to cum.

She desperately attempted to gyrate her hips against the toy. Growling in fruitless frustration as it provided no relief.

Her eyes bore holes through the bedroom door. Willing Christian to walk through it at any given moment. Willing him to walk through it and grant her with immediate permission to cum.

The well was building up inside her. Like a cauldron bubbling and spitting it’s boiling contents. She just couldn’t quite reach deep enough inside herself to feel it boil over. She wasn’t there yet, and wouldn’t be with the torturously low humming.

Her nostrils started to flare. Her eyes squeezed shut in suspended agony. She wanted to scream! She was fed up with waiting!

So she pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled.

She tugged at her restraints, needing them to be off. But to no avail. Tormented tears spiked her eyes. She couldn’t take it. She had to fucking cum.

She wriggled her hips, trying to dislodge the vibrator. Tried to slither to escape the rope tying her knees down.

“And what, pray tell, do you think you’re doing?”

Her head snapped up, eyes opened wide. She hadn’t heard him enter.

She blushed, from the fact that she couldn’t ground out a retort, and the fact that she had been caught red handed trying to free herself.

She glanced at him; her everything, her world, and felt another tendril of saliva wet her chest. She must look ridiculous with her mouth propped open like it was, drooling like a child with no teeth.

“What do you want? Use your words.”

Her blush deepened. She couldn’t talk with the gag in? It was absolutely humiliating to try. So, she kept quiet, eyes pointedly downcast. The thrumming desire in her veins quieting to a dull thud.

Christian stalked over to the bed, rolling up his sleeves. Gosh she hated it when he did that. It was such a fucking turn on. Which, in her helpless position, she did not appreciate.

He sat down and readjusted the vibrator. Spreading her lips, exposing that little pink button. That sensitive, aching, clit. He knew the vibrations wouldn’t be enough to make her actively cum. He wanted the urge to build up so he could do exactly this.

He nestled the basic blue toy snug between those precious, clean shaven, lips…and pressed the button at the base twice. The highest constant setting.

Instantly Jane was writhing. Moaning. Her back came arching off the mattress, her pretty eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Lee ay I cu?!” She couldn’t enunciate. Couldn’t properly form the words. Please may I cum?

Christian scratched his head, “Babe. I can’t understand what you’re tryna say. You’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”

A frustrated cry. A slap of her knees on the mattress equivalent to that of a stomping foot.

He raised an eyebrow at the attitude he was being given and watched that body writhe. Though the vibrations beforehand had not been enough to make her cum, it had succeeded in making her clit sensitive, overstimulated.

He tweaked one of her nipples. Pulling and twisting, “I said try again. Now do as your told.”

Jane yelped at the pain stimulus which, funny enough, made her want to cum so much more. The pain riddled with pleasure made her need so much more pressing.

“I HA TO CU!”

She didn’t care how ridiculous she sounded. She didn’t care how ridiculous she looked. She needed to cum, now.

Christian laughed, making it a point to look at her glistening chin, almost physically feeling the waves of humiliation emanating off his love.

“Hm. Sounds an awful lot like you have to cum. Not that I could tell by your words. I know that tone. That tone of a horny slut who will do anything and everything to cum.”

Her heart dropped. He was going to deny her. He was going to say no!

She whimpered, her eyes pools of silent pleading as he released her nipple. Her head shook frantically as his hand slid down her abdomen to the little button at the base of the toy.

No, no, no, no, no…

He went through the buttons before finding that one awful preset. The one she was stuck on before.

Again her knees slapped against the mattress. Eyebrows furrowed in fury.

“You might want to simmer that attitude. I was almost going to let you cum. Almost. But now? Now I think I’ll wait. So. May you please cum? No.”