Page 104 of The Toy Maker

Jason pulled back, and for a moment, I thought he was done, that maybe he’d had his fun and was ready to leave me there.

But then he spoke again. “Get on your knees.”

And without thinking… without hesitating…

I obeyed.

“Ass in the air.” He waited until I was properly spread in front of him before untying the gag.

I heard him walk away and wondered if this would become another one of his disappearing acts. A few moments later, he came back with a spatula.

I stared at him blankly. “I make breakfast with that.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he retorted before smacking my bare ass with the spatula. I moaned, but I felt stupid doing it. “You can edge, but don’t come without permission.”

My body shook as I pressed my hand against my cunt.

I made small circles around my clit to not face the torture of being forbidden to come.

“Faster,” Jason commanded.

A moan slipped out of my lips as I pleasured myself, the warmth between my legs growing rapidly with each movement.

“Please, let me come,” I begged.

“So soon?” he teased.

“Please.” I could feel his eyes roam my body like a predator.

“No,” he said, and then I heard the click of the T.V.

THIRTY-FIVE

“This is seriously fucked up,”I snapped at the smug man sitting on my couch. With a full view of my ass and other parts, he was getting quite the show.

He was flipping through channels mindlessly while watching me begrudgingly pet myself. “If you can’t do the time then don’t do the crime.”

I scoffed, “Sick bastard.”

“That’s not your safe word,” he reminded me.

I rolled my eyes and tried to imagine his hand in the place of mine—rhythmically stroking my clit until I was humming out my approval and leaning against him in an attempt to get more.

But no, that’s not what would happen.

His fingers would pinch and tease me before taking their sweet time stretching me, pumping in and out until my legs shook from the pleasure.

Only then would he be satisfied enough to fuck me back into my place.

My eyes shut tight, and I let the dirty thoughts run wild; the T.V. became white noise as I grinded against what I could only pretend was his dick. A soft moan fell from my lips.

I pushed a single finger into my desperate hole before Jason forbade any penetration. “Please,” I begged. The fantasy of his touch was falling apart at the seams.

“No.” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “But I do love the fact that you get so hot and bothered thinking about me.”

“I’m not thinking about you.”Liar, liar, clit on fire.

“So this has no effect on you?” His hands groped my exposed ass and pulled me closer to him; I let out a squeal of surprise when his fingers zeroed in on my throbbing clit.