reaching above her head and curling her fingers around the wrought iron bed frame.
"Tell me how wet you are," I commanded as I drew the thick, egg shaped vibrator from the bag. It had a curved end to it so that once it was inside her, it would stimulate her clit and her g-spot at once and the hungry look she gave it said she wanted that a whole lot. "Do I need to lubricate this?"
"No," she panted. "I'm wet. Fuck, Saint.”
I should have told her off for saying more than just the answer to my question but the way she panted my name like that had me so fucking hard that I was almost sure I could come in my pants, so I let it slide.
"Good." I moved onto the bed, eyeing the crotch of her panties and seeing that she hadn't been lying about that with a surge of satisfaction. "Now stay perfectly still. I'm not breaking any of your rules and I won't be touching you while you're in this bed."
"The...rules? I don't think the rules really apply anym-"
"The rules will always apply to me," I growled, ignoring the twinge of pain that gripped me as I climbed up to stand on the bed. I refused to ever get injured again in my motherfucking life after this. It was utterly unbearable.
I walked towards her until I was standing between her parted thighs, looking down at her panting for me as her gaze raked over my bare chest. I couldn't help but get a serious kick from the power I felt standing over her like that and it certainly seemed like she enjoyed being at my mercy this way too.
I lowered onto my knees slowly, my grip firm on the vibrator as I switched it on and ran it over her panties so that it throbbed against her clit.
Tatum cried out, bucking against it and I snatched it back with a growl, switching it off again.
"What did I say about staying still?" I warned and her eyes widened as her grip on the bed frame tightened.
"Sorry," she breathed and I clucked my tongue at her.
I slowly reached out with my bad hand, using my fingers to pinch the fabric of her panties in my grasp before tugging them back and baring her pussy to me. Fuck, I'd never wanted to slide my cock into anything so much in all my life. It was torture to deny myself. But I lived for the pain of testing my own control, so it was the sweetest kind of ache.
I kept my gaze between her thighs as I moved the vibrator to her entrance but I could feel her eyes on me the entire time.
It sunk in slowly as I made sure not to touch her flesh in any way with my own and she gasped, her toes curling against the sheets, knuckles blanching as she gripped the bed frame as hard as she could and fought with everything she had to stay still.
As I pushed it into her, the curved end slipped into the perfect position against her clit and I withdrew my hand a moment before I would have felt her wetness for myself. It was near to painful to deny myself like that, but the moan that escaped her as I shifted back made it worth it.
"I need to make a phone call," I said to her as I moved off of the bed and took my place in the armchair where I had a perfect view of her. "And you're going to have to stay silent for it."
"What?" she gasped as I pulled the remote from the bag and set the vibrator to a deep, pulsing rhythm and she instantly cried out.
I switched it off again and raised an eyebrow at her. "Remember what I said to you about owning power by withholding something that someone else desperately needs? Well I’m holding the power over your orgasm to teach you the meaning of that sentiment. And I’ll either reward you with it or withhold it from you as I please.”
Her lips parted as I chose a different rhythm for the vibrator, setting it to a constant buzz and licking my lips as she bucked her hips, moaning again.
When I switched it off this time, her fingers began to uncurl from the headboard and I growled at her. "If you take your hand off of those bars, the game is over. If you make a noise during my phone