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give him any hints.
    “Oh, I know. Almost about to come. It was too easy. Now you know, and I know, that I can make you, and that you will. And honey, you will get that orgasm. But not without pleasing me greatly first.”
    “I said no sex.” Although she was starting to regret it. If he’d fuck her right now, hard, that would do the trick nicely.
    “Yes. And there’s no renegotiation just because you’re horny as hell and want to come. No, there are other ways than sex that can please me, and I’m not ruled by my dick. My mind is in charge. And you, my little hedonist, are going to learn to enjoy things you never thought you would.”
    She shook her head.
    He stared straight into her eyes. She met his gaze. She saw his hand move in her peripheral vision, but she didn’t follow it. Suddenly, her right nipple erupted in pain.
    “Ow!” Belatedly, she realized he’d flicked it with his fingernail, hard. “What the hell?” She tried to look down at her breast, even though the rope tugged painfully at her scalp when she did.
    He grabbed her chin and forced it up, until she was looking into his eyes again. “I enjoyed that,” he told her. “Shall I do it again?”
    She screwed up her face. “What do you think?”
    He grinned. “That’s not a no.” He flicked the other nipple this time.
    It hurt. It turned her on. It was confusing. She didn’t want to say no. It would be giving in. “I’m not allowed to say no. I’m supposed to be a submissive,” she argued.
    He smiled. “Sure you are. Try it. Would you like me to do that again?”
    “No.”
    He flicked her nipple again.
    “Hey! But I said no! You said I could.”
    “Yep,” he said good-naturedly. “I didn’t say it would stop me. I just said you could say it. But it would please me if you said yes. Would you like me to flick you again?”
    She just stared at him. No wouldn’t do any good. Yes would be a lie. Or would it? He said he was enjoying it, and she didn’t understand that any better than she understood why it was keeping her on the edge of orgasm when it should be distracting her from how horny she felt. He gets off on having the power. He gets off on turning me on so much.
    And the idea of turning him on in return is pretty damn erotic too. “Will it make you hard?”
    “I’m already hard.”
    She smirked. “And you won’t be getting any sex either. It will make you harder?”
    “Probably.”
    “Then flick away.”
    “Thank you,” he said with smug satisfaction. Jolt after jolt of pain barraged her breasts. Did they hurt more or less because of the rope that compressed them? She stared into his eyes the whole time, and he stared back. His grin got bigger. She knew she could hide the pain on her face. She wondered if she was hiding her arousal any better. She didn’t think he could make her come just by doing this. Maybe I can still win this bet, if I can keep him focused on his own cock instead of my pussy. She wiggled and found she could move forward just enough to rub her thigh against his crotch. Even through the leather pants, she could tell he hadn’t been lying about being hard.
    He pushed back. He had a look of incredible intensity. Now who is going to come in an hour, hmm? But the danger of that thought was that it made her even hornier. Her body was betraying her, and she didn’t understand why she could be getting turned on through all the pain. She could feel energy flowing back and forth between them, his arousal and her arousal mixing together and reinforcing each other. And the pain didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. It was a sensation like any other, neither good nor bad. But the fact that he was doing it to her, that she was all tied up and he’d made her say yes and it was turning him on and turning her on—that was hot.
    He smirked.
    “What?” she asked.
    “This,” he said. She felt the vibrations before she heard the buzzing. And then, without any warning, she was up and over the edge, her body