PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

41. Frustration

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"Press a finger on your clit," I told Avneet.

Her finger instantly slipped inside her panties. She tipped her head back and moaned.

"Take it out," I ordered.

"Siddharth," she implored.

"You won't question or defy me. You'll do exactly as I say," I said, and my eyes must have gone dark because she simply nodded.

I wanted complete submission from her. And if she doesn't give it to me today, then I'll torture her till she can't remember her own name.

"Yes, master," she whispered, and brought her hand out.

"Lick the finger you touched yourself with."

She did as I said and tasted herself.

"Take the finger inside and press for 2 seconds."

She put pressure on her clit and immediately took her hand away. Beautiful groans left her mouth, and my cock stood to attention.

The waiter came again to take our order for the main course. Avneet barely formed words from her clogged throat and flustered form.

Once he was gone, I patted the seat next to me and indicated that she sit by my side. She rose from her chair, and I stood as well to pull and push the chair as she sat.

"Such a gentleman," she said, and I loved hearing those words. I loved making her feel special. I loved being appreciated and complimented by her. And I loved being a gentleman for her. Giving her the value and care that she deserved.

"Cup your core from above the dress," I instructed.

She arched her hand and cupped her sex. Her body was taut with tension, demanding that she pleasure herself.

"Press the heel of your palm tighter on the clit," I smirked.

Her hand tightened, and she groaned. Despite her efforts, she could not feel the sensation on her clit because of the dress.

"Can I- Can I tighten it further?" She asked.

"No," I simply replied. "Keep your hand like that till the waiter comes with our order."

Avneet's body shook with restraint. Her silent pleas hung in the air. Her urge to press tighter and rub against her clit made her whimper.

My hand ghosted over her nipples. Her jaw tightened. She breathed deeply, and in return, she brought her boob closer to my hand. Her face scrunched in agony, and she whooshed out a breath.

I scratched my fingers on her thighs, and goosebumps erupted on her skin. Her toes curled, and she moaned.

"Such a slut. Moaning at the bare minimum contact," I tsked.

She nodded aggressively and whined when I took my hand away. She fistted of her other hand, while the one she was cupping her core with remained taut.

"Did you miss this baby?" I trailed a finger on her jaw. "My sensual touches."

"Yes, master," she whispered, basking in the touch.

I grabbed her jaw, and she let out a noise.

"You're so beautiful," I growled before I kissed her. She bit my lip, and I bit hers. My right hand remained on her jaw, and the left one fisted her hair.

She made strangled noises in my mouth and I in hers. Her hips bucked, stopping herself from grinding against her hand.

"I love your self-control, baby. I revel in the feeling of arousing you and making you desperate for me."