Tease

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I can't make that choice. He knows I can't. Even if he deletes them now, what's to stop him from taking another one? My face flushed with fresh embarrassment at my situation.

I practically feel myself shrinking in with regret already, when I say quietly, "delete them."

I look back at him, and his eyes narrow. "Are you sure?"

My mouth gaps open as he rubs circles on my clit. Hitting that perfect spot. My breathing is heavy, and I shut my eyes, trying to shut my legs as well. Of course I'm not sure. I've never been this turned on before. And I hate that this only adds to it. And the pain of my hips doesn't help either.

"You love the humiliation of it, don't you? So pathetic with your whining, and trying so hard to hate this when really, you're desperate for more."

"Please stop." He moves his fingers slowly and I squirm.

"Imagine when I take you somewhere where more people can see you like this."

My heart hammers. "What do you mean?"

"Well you write about sex clubs, and being in them, yet I have a feeling you don't know the true degradation of it do you? Having people watch you as I break you slowly."

I shake my head. "No, please I don't want that."

"Lying, again?"

"I"- my mouth opens and closes but is unable to form the words. In my desperation I've somehow forgotten all dignity. "If- it'll please you then I'll go. Just please help me. I'll do anything." I need this to stop, right now. Maybe if I agree to what he says he'll stop.

"That's a dangerous word, Raya." He's kissing my back now, reaching up to cup my cheek. "You don't even know me. How can you trust me with that?"

"I don't. Please, but- I just want to finish. I want you."

He heaves a groan. "And how would you have me? On my knees? Over top of you? Or just like this?" I feel the towel and his hard on underneath pushing into my thighs. "But Raya, I have to tell you now. It will take more than this to please me." His hand grips my throat and pulls me up. "I'm a sadist. And nothing, brings me more pleasure than your begs and tears. Your squirming." He squeezes my hip hard.

I feel like I can't breathe. I can feel myself pulsing inside. Desperate. Just like he said. It scares me what I would allow him to do to me. What I would enjoy. He can do his worst. No one has ever given me enough. I don't know what my limits are. What it would take for me to say that's enough.

"I want the pain you'll give me. Please. Just make me finish." I'm getting tired of begging.

"You're not ready yet. I'll make you an addict. My personal whore. You think three days is a long time? Just wait."

"No, no, no. You can't do that. It's not fair." I feel the tears start to form. Frustrated tears. "You can't keep me from fucking orgasming. Three days is already"- I yell but I'm cut off by his hand covering my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. I will edge you. I will cause you pain. You brought yourself here, remember? Did you think being a submissive for me was going to be all about your pleasure? It's not." I hate that his words turn me on more. My frustration grows.

"When will you have enough?" I say panting, as he roughly moves his hand down to my neck again.

With one hand on my neck, his other hand moving back down to my clit, he says distantly, "With you? I don't think it ever will be."