Coming, Ready or Not by Liv Honeywell
Chapter One
The Edge
“Will, please.”
“Excuse me? I think you mean 'Sir,' and do you really think this is up to you?”
“Er, no, Sir. I guess not. I'm sorry.”
“I should think so. Now lie back. Go on.”
I lie back against the chair. I don’t have another choice anyway. My legs are spread wide apart and strapped tightly to the chair legs, so I couldn't close them if I wanted to, and my arms are tied behind my back and then secured to the back of the chair frame. I'm really not going anywhere until my Lord and Master lets me.
You grin at me, knowing full well that there's nothing I can do.
I narrow my eyes. “You evil b—”
You grab my chin and force me to look into your eyes. “I really don't think you want to finish that sentence, Abby. I wouldn't advise it.”
You continue circling my clit with just the tip of your finger, as you have been doing, agonisingly slowly, for the last few minutes. I moan and throw my head back.
“Oh, please, Sir. Please may I come?"
You pretend to consider my request, as if you haven’t already made up your mind. "Hmmm, no. No, I don't think so.” You run your other hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak first one nipple and then the other. “You need to learn that this body does not belong to you anymore. It belongs to me and it's up to me if you get any pleasure and up to me when and how. Understand?"
“Ye...he...Yes, Sir,” I pant, trying desperately to hold on.
“Good girl.” You grin evilly, again. “Besides I'm nowhere near done teasing you yet. I’m having far too much fun enjoying that lovely, tortured expression on your face.”
I let out another low moan, born of frustration and desire; at the same time feeling a tingling warmth and excitement in my stomach at your dominance over me.
Your touch builds me dangerously close to orgasm again, leaving me hovering right there on the edge. I try to think of something else, anything else. What are we having for dinner? What shall I make? Are we out of peas? Or perhaps His Domliness will decide he wants to go out when he has finished working up an appetite by torturing me!
The thought brings me right back into the room, back to the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out of me, your thumb lightly rubbing my clit ever closer, ever nearer. I buck in my seat, half torn between wanting to push myself forward against your thumb, wanting release so badly, and not wanting to let you down by coming without permission. “Sirrrr,” I groan.
“Yes, Abby. What can I do for you? Do you want me to stop? Good idea!”
You remove your hand from my pussy, and I let out an animal yelp of frustration. Oh God. This is the third time you have brought me to the brink of orgasm, and I really don't know how much more I can stand.
You blow lightly on my clit, knowing full well that this will not help me.
My eyes almost roll back in my head at the sensation of your breath between my legs. I wish for your tongue on my clit and then pray with everything I have that it doesn't happen. I don't think I can cope if you do that.
You lean forward and kiss me, deeply, lovingly; exploring my mouth with your tongue, while your hands pinch and twist my nipples. You know so well that pain doesn't help either. The pain seems to add to my desperate desire to come, making my clit burn and strain even more.
"You're so close, aren't you?" You whisper in my ear. "So close, and there's nothing you can do. I could keep you here all day if I choose to. No release, no chance of coming unless I say so. I hope you're getting this now. My body, not yours. Mine to do with as I please. Tell me, Abby. Say it."
Your fingers touch my clit again, circling, pinching it lightly. There is nothing else in the world but your teasing fingers driving me to the edge.
"Sir, I... oh... I belong to you. I... My body is yours."
"And what can I do with it?"
"Anything you like, Sir. Ohhh, please, Sir," I almost let out a sob.
"Don't even think about it. Don't you dare come, Abby."
