Page 105 of The Toy Maker

He rubbed slowly at first, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before stopping abruptly.

“Please,” I said while failing to hide the desperation in my voice. “Keep going.”

He took mercy on me and continued exploring the crevices of my body, filling me with two fingers.

I waited for the sweet ecstasy of him stroking me but similar to me, it never came.

I wiggled against him, but he only laughed at my attempt. He grabbed my hips with his free hand. “Fuck my fingers, Tara.”

That was all the permission I needed; I rocked back and forth on his fingers while pretending it was his stiff cock being buried inside me.

A whimper left my lips as I became more and more unsatisfied with only two fingers. The need for something more,something bigger, was insatiable. I shivered with anticipation of my building climax, thinking maybe he would be merciful but was let down.

He removed his fingers, chuckling, “Such a hungry cunt.”

“Please,” I breathed out in a flurry of desperation. “Just fuck me.”

There was silence. My arms threatened to give out under the weight of my body.

“Alright.” My heart leaped as the words left his mouth. “On one condition.” There it was, the ultimatum.

I swallowed. “Yes, sir?”

“Prove how much you want my cock.”

I immediately left my position in front of the T.V. and turned to face him. He was stroking himself while devouring every ounce of desperation that seeped out of me.

My breathing was ragged as I watched him please himself. I wondered whether I had made him feel even half as tempted as he was making me.

The stand-off was brought to an abrupt end when he pulled me closer to his lap.

His fingers pinched my nipples as I shuffled on my knees. The moan that escaped my lips only made him smirk. It was painfully obvious that if he so much as licked my collarbone, I would combust into a pile of ash.

Jason took a fistful of my hair and guided my face down to his hard cock. “Suck.”

I obediently ran my tongue over the ridges of his member, circling my tongue over the tip before taking him into my mouth. He inhaled sharply as I pushed myself further. I gagged on his cock and briefly came up for air before his hand forced me back down.

“Good girl,” he praised as I bobbed my head.

I hummed as his fingers tweaked and pinched at my sensitive nipples. Everything in my body screamed to please him and be pleasured.

I wept in between my legs for his touch. Proving that I was worthy of being filled was the only thing racing through my mind.

His cock twitched in my mouth as I buried it in my throat.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips.

Jason was under my control, and for a second, I understood how intoxicating the power was. That’s why I stopped just before he came.

His eyes were wild while trying to decipher what had just happened. He gave me eight inches, and I had taken a mile.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Jason breathed.

I grinned and watched him as the thoughts all fell into place.

“Over my knee,” he growled at the smug submissive resting in front of him. “Now.”

I obliged and poked my ass up just high enough to drive him insane. I braced myself for impact and in a matter of seconds, I was swatted with the spatula.