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person and never look them in the eye.
“Are… are you still waiting?” she said.
“Did I say to speak?”
A wary swallow bobbed through her throat, and he smiled.
Admittedly, Stefan liked that too. “Are you new? This happens when I say—not a moment before.” Stefan needed her at his mercy. It was what he desired most—obedience and control. And not just in this room, but in every part of his life. Vanessa’s pink tongue flicked over her lips. Hunger. An unfilled yearning—mental and physical—it was a hard thing to resist. From beneath Stefan’s restraint, she wiggled a bit, tugging at the ties. It was a moot point. Yet these tiny acts of confinement made his cock rock hard. Stefan stroked himself, breathing deep, imagining how he would fuck her after he’d prevailed to the point of complete satisfaction.
Stefan arched over her, whispering, “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Ness. Right here, right now. Or,” he said, un-straddling her, “I can go downstairs and have a cigarette and whoever’s passing through Nickel Spring’s quiet streets.” While his cock couldn’t be harder, his tone had turned to disinterest. It added a verbal torment to the physical ones, rendering her desire more acute. “I could leave you here, all those little unsatisfied needs devouring you for the rest of the night.”
She squirmed. Her mouth bent to a frown. On a different occasion, Vanessa had broken the rules of submission and it pissed him off good. He’d left her in this position—just facedown. The maid had found her the next morning.
“You… you wouldn’t?” she said huskily.
“Wouldn’t I?” But instead, his hand dipped into a bucket. There was a rattling chime of ice as Stefan withdrew a cube. Vanessa shuddered, her entire body wrenching in reply. Stefan safely assumed four out of five senses were about to fall to his domain.
With a precise course in mind, a cold nugget traced her body. The warmth of his mouth was a contrast as he followed the chilled curves, his teeth nipping at her ivory flesh every so often. Off-balance was a plus. “Or… it can go another way,” he said. “Do you think that should happen, Ness? Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl? Have you earned pleasure from me? I’m not convinced,” he said, outlining the curve of her breasts with the cube.” Vanessa had a weakness for extremes, and he knew the potential of this particular effect.
As the ice and his mouth reached her inner thighs, she trembled and her back arched slightly. “I…” He watched her stomach heave again. She was concerned about saying the wrong thing—it was the error that led to punishment.
“If you want it, beg. Do that, Ness. Beg,” he said, asking for a reaction that was completely opposed to her everyday personality. Finished with the ice, Stefan scored a rim shot, tossing it back into the bucket. She turned toward the sound but was caught off guard as he thrust two fingers deep inside her—a sudden but enticing intrusion. In one smooth motion, his thumb slid slightly upward, making more intimate contact. She moaned—a purely needy sound. Since Vanessa arrived from the city and the role play began, Stefan had driven her to this precipice a half-dozen times. He wished he’d brought more tantalizing props. As it was, they’d have to work with what was on hand . Another achy noise vibrated from her throat, her rib cage rising with expectation. She was nearly there—a cue to retreat. “Nothing. You get nothing until I know you want it as much as your next breath.” Stefan arched a brow. He considered that thought sometimes—the extremes of these activities and how far he could push her. “Tell me, Ness—what you want… how you want it… details.” He watched her breathe deep, her tits tilting higher.
“Everything… For you to fuck me so hard I forget… who I am… where I am… For you to fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
He smiled. In no board meeting,
“Are… are you still waiting?” she said.
“Did I say to speak?”
A wary swallow bobbed through her throat, and he smiled.
Admittedly, Stefan liked that too. “Are you new? This happens when I say—not a moment before.” Stefan needed her at his mercy. It was what he desired most—obedience and control. And not just in this room, but in every part of his life. Vanessa’s pink tongue flicked over her lips. Hunger. An unfilled yearning—mental and physical—it was a hard thing to resist. From beneath Stefan’s restraint, she wiggled a bit, tugging at the ties. It was a moot point. Yet these tiny acts of confinement made his cock rock hard. Stefan stroked himself, breathing deep, imagining how he would fuck her after he’d prevailed to the point of complete satisfaction.
Stefan arched over her, whispering, “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Ness. Right here, right now. Or,” he said, un-straddling her, “I can go downstairs and have a cigarette and whoever’s passing through Nickel Spring’s quiet streets.” While his cock couldn’t be harder, his tone had turned to disinterest. It added a verbal torment to the physical ones, rendering her desire more acute. “I could leave you here, all those little unsatisfied needs devouring you for the rest of the night.”
She squirmed. Her mouth bent to a frown. On a different occasion, Vanessa had broken the rules of submission and it pissed him off good. He’d left her in this position—just facedown. The maid had found her the next morning.
“You… you wouldn’t?” she said huskily.
“Wouldn’t I?” But instead, his hand dipped into a bucket. There was a rattling chime of ice as Stefan withdrew a cube. Vanessa shuddered, her entire body wrenching in reply. Stefan safely assumed four out of five senses were about to fall to his domain.
With a precise course in mind, a cold nugget traced her body. The warmth of his mouth was a contrast as he followed the chilled curves, his teeth nipping at her ivory flesh every so often. Off-balance was a plus. “Or… it can go another way,” he said. “Do you think that should happen, Ness? Do you think you’ve been a good enough girl? Have you earned pleasure from me? I’m not convinced,” he said, outlining the curve of her breasts with the cube.” Vanessa had a weakness for extremes, and he knew the potential of this particular effect.
As the ice and his mouth reached her inner thighs, she trembled and her back arched slightly. “I…” He watched her stomach heave again. She was concerned about saying the wrong thing—it was the error that led to punishment.
“If you want it, beg. Do that, Ness. Beg,” he said, asking for a reaction that was completely opposed to her everyday personality. Finished with the ice, Stefan scored a rim shot, tossing it back into the bucket. She turned toward the sound but was caught off guard as he thrust two fingers deep inside her—a sudden but enticing intrusion. In one smooth motion, his thumb slid slightly upward, making more intimate contact. She moaned—a purely needy sound. Since Vanessa arrived from the city and the role play began, Stefan had driven her to this precipice a half-dozen times. He wished he’d brought more tantalizing props. As it was, they’d have to work with what was on hand . Another achy noise vibrated from her throat, her rib cage rising with expectation. She was nearly there—a cue to retreat. “Nothing. You get nothing until I know you want it as much as your next breath.” Stefan arched a brow. He considered that thought sometimes—the extremes of these activities and how far he could push her. “Tell me, Ness—what you want… how you want it… details.” He watched her breathe deep, her tits tilting higher.
“Everything… For you to fuck me so hard I forget… who I am… where I am… For you to fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
He smiled. In no board meeting,
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