I let my knees fall to the side and feel him shift his weight. I can sense him sitting between my legs. “I can already see how wet you are, Pip, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I moan, if I had the use of my hands they would be wrapped around his neck pulling him down on top of me.

“I n-need –” My words falter; the suspense isn’t like anything I have experienced before.

“You need, what?”

“You,” I say breathlessly, trying to find my words. “I need you to touch me.”

The warmth of his mouth against my thigh sends me wild as he kisses up the inside of my leg, stopping just before I think I’m going to get a release. I need him to continue to touch me, I lift my legs in an attempt to place them over his shoulders but he stops me.

“Tanner, please,” I beg

“We have all day to play.” He drags out the ‘all’ and I can almost hear the smile on his face. “You might be begging me to touch you now, but by tonight you will be screaming my name and begging me to stop. Now, keep your legs down on the bed or I’ll have to tie those up too.”

He is driving me insane. Is it possible to orgasm without being touched? The way he’s talking to me, the feeling of my arms being trapped underneath me and not being able to see – I think it might be.

“You’re going to have three orgasms for me before you get to squeeze my cock with that pretty little pussy, Kinsley. Do you know why?”

I shake my head, but clearly it’s to teach me something. If in his mind this is a punishment, I won’t let him know that the thought of him teasing me and repeatedly bringing me to orgasm, turns me the hell on.

“Hmmm. If you stop using your words, I might need to make it four.”

“I — uh, no I don’t know.” It’s getting harder to speak with the intensifying feeling of an impending climax.

The room falls silent as the song changes and a subtle buzz sounds. A vibrator? Dipping a finger inside of me, he hums before he replaces his finger with the vibrator.

“This first one is to remind you that if you are going to drink enough to be hungover, you are going to let me look after you.”

I expect him to touch me, kiss me, give me something, but he just leaves me lying here and lets the vibrator bring me to my climax. It’s honestly a wave of relief with all the built up suspense, and I moan his name as the orgasm trails off.

“Good girl.Now for number two. This one is to remind you who you need to call when you’re in trouble.”