But she would be.
In fact, she would likely be begging for it.
Troy
I WASN’T SURE WHAT I’D done to deserve such torture, but clearly Master wanted me to feel the extreme pain as my cock throbbed incessantly.
I did my best to focus on the papers in front of me, but the truth was, I couldn’t see any of the words. My brain was inundated with the sounds of them playing, the way Clarissa moaned when Master put his mouth on her.
Looking wasn’t an option, so I forced my head to remain down. I didn’t want to disobey, even if I would’ve given anything to see the way Master’s mouth circled her nipple.
“Squeeze your tits,” Master instructed. “Show me what you like.”
God, this was hell.
Even if I looked, I knew I wouldn’t see anything. Clarissa’s back was to me. I figured Master had done that on purpose, giving her the illusion of privacy. But the sounds she made told me exactly what was happening, how much she was enjoying what Master was doing to her.
My cock throbbed like a bad tooth. Painfully pressed against the zipper of my jeans. There was no relief in my future and knowing that made it all the more uncomfortable.
I squinted my eyes shut, then forced them open. I wanted to pay attention to this list, to complete it. Maybe if I did that, Master would allow me to participate.
“You’re so sweet,” Master whispered. “And so damn responsive. Let’s see how pretty you are with these clamps.”
Damn it. He was torturing me on purpose, I knew it. He was driving me as insane as he was Clarissa, only without laying a hand on me. I’d never seen this side of him before, but I could tell there was a method to his madness. Although I wasn’t participating, I was still a participant. He wanted me to hear every sensual word, to experience every exquisite second of salacious torture.
And I was doing fairly well. Or I wanted to believe I was. I hadn’t looked yet, which I considered quite a feat.
“Now, I want you to lie down, pet. No, shift this way. That’s a good girl.”
Heaven help me. I was going to go insane.
“Ah, yes. Now those pretty tits are fully on display. And the clamps look very nice. Do they hurt, sunshine?”
“Only a little,” she replied. “But not in a bad way.”
For fuck’s sake. I wasn’t strong enough to resist this. Any second now, I was going to turn my head and look. They were only a few feet away. I could probably reach out and touch Clarissa if I leaned just a little bit.
“Keep working on your limits, boy. And don’t look up. If you do, you will be punished. And I assure you, you won’t enjoy it.”
Fucking hell.
I gripped the pen in my hand tightly, trying to shift my focus from them to the list. There were so many damn things on here, most of which I had no idea what they even were. I mean, what was cosplay?
“Lift your skirt, pet. I want to see your pussy.”
My cock jerked, and I inhaled sharply, but I did not look. I didn’t. I knew if I did, I’d probably come in my jeans, so it was best that I didn’t.
“Would you like me to make you come, sunshine?”
“Yes, Master.”
Clarissa sounded so calm, so in control. I had no idea how that could be possible. She should’ve been begging. Hell, I was almost begging for her.
“Why don’t you tell Troy what I’m doing to you, pet.”
My hand tightened on the pen again and I nearly snapped it in two.
“You’re touching my clit, circling it with your thumb … mmm.”
“Do you like when I do that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master. I like when you tease my clit with your thumb… Oh, God!”
Oh, God was right.
“Be still. The more you move, the more the clamps will pull.”
I turned my head and peered out the window. It was the only way I was going to make it through this without losing my shit. They were driving me mad.
“You’re so wet. When you’re ready to come, pet, I want you to beg me.”
Clarissa’s moans filled my ears, fueling the flames that were threatening to consume me. I wanted to unbutton my jeans, to grip my cock. I needed something to take the edge off. I hadn’t been this revved up before. Not since I was a desperate, sex-hungry teenager.
“Master … oh … please, Master. Just … a little … more.” Clarissa whimpered. “Please, Master! Please let me come!”
“You may come, sunshine. Come all over my hand.”
Clarissa’s scream bounced through the small cabin and I had to close my eyes to keep from sneaking a peek. I wanted to see what she looked like, how beautiful she was when she came. I didn’t know how I managed, but I didn’t look. Not once.
