“Oh, fuck, Master,” I said as he pressed a third finger inside me.

“Such language, tsk-tsk-tsk.” He hooked his fingers, pressing against the spot I needed right as he brought the leather strap down across my ass.

I squeezed my inner muscles tight to hold off my orgasm. “Fuck!”

“I wouldn’t come without permission if I were you. I’d hate to turn this into a chastisement.” He pushed his fingers in and out again. “I’m going to give you nine more and you’re not allowed to come. I’m enjoying fucking you like this, so I’m going to keep doing it.”

I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I couldn’t hold out while he repeated his actions nine more times. I thought about using my yellow safe word. I opened and closed my fist.

“You can do this,” he whispered in my ear. “You will do it. For me.”

His words strengthened my resolve. With his vote of confidence, I knew I could do it. And his subtle reminder that I would be doing it for him spoke to that part within me that longed and needed to serve him.

“Nine more, Master,” I said. “For you.”

The strap landed again in time with his fingers. “Thank you, Abigail.”

The next three landed quickly and I held my breath until he stopped and rubbed my skin, pushing the sharp ache to an ever-growing pleasure.

“How many more?” he asked.

“Five, Master. Please.”

The strap connected with my backside again and I gasped as his fingers pushed back inside me.

“Count down,” he commanded.

“Four.”

I found that focusing on the count made it easier to get through the last three. Though by the time he’d finished ten it took all my self-control not to allow my body to give in to the release he’d artfully built me up to.

He put the strap back beside my head and shifted the fingers still inside me. “You’re so wet. So ready for my cock to slide inside and fuck you. Is that what you want, my lovely?”

“Yes, Master,” I whined.

He chuckled. “No, ‘If it pleases you, Master’?”

“I’m being honest.” I squeezed my eyes tightly. His fingers were still moving inside my achy body.

The chuckle escalated into full-blown laughter. “So you are. Thank you.” His fingers left and I came close to whining again, but then he said, “Come when you want.”

The warmth of his mouth engulfed me right where I needed him the most. I anticipated soft nibbles, but he was rough, licking and sucking my clit. I tensed, wanting to hang on to the overwhelming pleasure he brought my body for just a bit longer. It possibly would have worked, but he brought his fingers back into the mix and that, along with his wicked tongue, quickly made holding off impossible.

“Oh, God. Yes,” I moaned.

He made one more swipe of his tongue, pressed his fingers to that spot he knew so well, and I came with a helpless cry. He didn’t move, but kept going with his movements.

“Again,” he said, rubbing my clit.

My second climax followed, and I barely had time to capture my breath before I heard his pants unzip and he thrust into me.

“You’re going to come a third time, but with my cock inside you.”

I wondered idly if anyone had ever died from orgasm overdose. It didn’t seem possible I could come again, but my body was now completely under his control and if he asked me to fly, I’d probably sprout wings and take off. And just like that he worked me into a frenzy for a third time.

His thrusts were powerful, each one hitting deep within me and pushing my body against the bench. Bound as I was, there was nothing for me to do but to let him use me as he wanted. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the freedom and release he gave me. The sharp ache of my backside made the pleasure he brought all that much more intense and before long I was back on the cusp of another orgasm.

He was close, too. I could tell by his jerky movements and the harshness of his breathing. “Damn, Abigail. You feel so good. I want to feel that pussy squeeze my cock as you come again.”

His fingers swept along my clit and my body responded. I whimpered as my release followed the commands of his touch and then again when he came as well.

He left me trembling, my flesh hypersensitive, and every nerve ending standing at attention waiting to see what he would require next.

He rained kisses along my spine and I shivered. “So good, my lovely.”

It was as if that was the signal my body needed. I relaxed into the aftereffects as he unbound me. I felt heavy and it took a lot of energy to keep my eyes open, so I kept them closed. He massaged my back and tenderly rubbed lotion onto my backside. Somewhere around me there were voices, but it sounded more like a gentle hum of bees and I couldn’t make out the words.