She’d never wanted to come so badly in her life. When his mouth closed around her clit, she screeched. The sensations were building so much faster. She tried to hold out as long as she could. She knew he was going to stop again and she was afraid she might burst into tears when he did. He’d be mortified if he thought he’d made her cry. She wanted to yell stop, but her instructions were to ask. A spark of hope glimmered in her mind. Maybe he would say just kidding and let her come. “Please, Master, please, please, please, may I come.” His mouth froze in place for a moment before he gave her clit one last peck then pulled back. “Good girl. I know that was hard.” He slid two fingers past the entrance of her pussy. “You’re so wet. You might hate being told no, but part of you does love it.” It was true, but she wasn’t going to agree with him. The arrogant bastard didn’t need this theory proven right.
