“Show me.”

She pulled her hand from her panties, the quiet slap of the elastic waistband hitting her stomach echoing softly. She held out her hand, her trembling fingers glistening with her arousal.

“Good girl. Back in your panties now, but don’t put them in your cunt.”

She delved her hand into her panties again, wetter now, the damp spot spreading. He could see the outline of her fingers through the cotton, and the damp flesh beneath. “How do you masturbate?”

She licked her lips. “How do you mean?”

“Do you put your fingers in your cunt and fuck yourself with them? Do you rub your clit? Do you use a vibrator, a dildo?”

Her breathing had picked up speed again. “If I have time, I use a dildo or a vibrator to…to fuck myself, and rub my clit with my fingers.”

“And if you don’t have time?”

“Then I just rub my clit.”

“Spread your legs and show me.”

She scooted forward on the stool, one hand braced on the counter for balance, and planted her feet wide on the rungs. He could clearly see her pussy now, the panties all but transparent, clinging wetly to her plump outer labia as her fingers began to move.

Cade forced himself to stay in his seat. He wanted to pull her off the stool, spread her out on the kitchen floor and fuck her until they both came screaming, but he didn’t. That wasn’t part of the plan, so he stayed in his seat, watching her work herself closer and closer to orgasm, and reminded himself that this was just the beginning.

Images of all the things he wanted to do with her flitted through his mind as he watched her stroke her pussy behind the thin barrier of her panties. Every fantasy he had, every dark, forbidden desire, bore her name. Her face was the one he wanted to push into the mattress until she could barely breathe, her body the one he wanted in his hands. He wanted her tears, her cries of anguish and despair. He wanted her pleas for mercy, given with the certain knowledge that none would be forthcoming. He wanted to destroy her, lovingly put her back together, then destroy her again.

He wanted it all.

Her breathing had changed, each exhale a small whimper. She was close now, her eyes so heavy they were nearly closed, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as though to stifle the sounds she couldn’t help making.

“Are you going to come, Olivia?”

“Yes.” She was holding the edge of the counter so tightly that her knuckles were white. “I’m so close.”