PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

12. Vibrator Torture

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"You wanna paint on me?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah," she shyly replies, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

"And you think I have a perfectly carved body?" I bait her, smirking.

Her forehead creases.

"I'll have to be blind to not notice it."

Her hand finds my chest, softly roaming about.

"This torso," she starts, her finger going from my neck to my stomach, "these perfect abs," she says, tracing the outline of all 8 abs of mine, "this jaw," she whispers caressing my jaw as I lean into her touch, "these strong muscles," she exclaims wrapping her hand around my bicep.

"And last but not least, this," she moans, cupping my crotch.

She removes her hand and I whimper slightly at the loss of it. Immediately composing myself, I put my smirk in place once again.

"What's in it for me? What will I get if I let you paint my body?"

Avneet's eyes squint. Her thumb and forefinger rub her jaw and her lips pout in a thinking expression.

"You have to have some fantasy too. I'll let you do it to me," she bit her lip.

"You would?" I challenge her.

"Yes!" she jumps, very sure of herself.

"Well, I wanna," I trail off to create a dramatic effect. Avneet bounces on her knees in anticipation.

"I wanna put a vibrator," I says, leaning forward, mimicking her, "in this pussy," I rub her clit as a whimper goes down her spine, "and take you shopping, her eyes widen, "While I have the control all the time," I finish.

Avneet is suddenly squeamish, from my hand rubbing her clit or by visualizing my fantasy, I don't know.

"Oh, Siddharth!" a moan escapes her parted lips. I bend and nuzzle my nose into her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her breathing turns heavy and her entire body is alive with shivers.

I remove my hand and she groans at the loss.

"You don't get to come until you give me an answer baby girl. Of course, you're not required to do it if you're not interested or comfortable. We'll still go through your fantasy and you can repay me some other way later."

She bobs her head up and down like a little school girl and fuck if that didn't give me ideas.

"I want to do it."

"You sure?" I ask for confirmation.

"Yes master," a sheepish grin adoring her pretty face.

"And what do you say when it gets too much?"

"Daffodil to slow down and Dahlia to stop."

"Good girl. Let's get to painting then?"

She shakes her head in a NO.

"I have organic paints but now that I think about it, I first want to make sure that they're fine for your skin."

"Oh, okay."

"We could go shopping though. I need some panties since you keep ripping them off," she gives me her signature frown to indicate that she is serious but it only made me burst out laughing.

"You're so cute," I pout, taking her cheeks in both my palms and squishing them.

"Some other part of mine wants these hands more," she shoves my hands away and points at her dripping cunt which I left needy.