“No, Master,” she replied coldly.
“Lie back,” he said, just as cold. Slowly, she obeyed. He came closer and secured her thighs to the stirrups by strapping a large leather band around each one and doing the same to her calves and ankles. It would be impossible for her to move them and already Caleb could see she knew it as well. Her chest moved up and down, rapid and deep.
Slowly, he stepped away and toward the corner where he retrieved a folding chair. Her eyes followed his every move and Caleb’s heart picked up speed as his excitement and her trepidation grew. He set the chair down between her spread legs, out of her view and sat in it.
Caleb’s arousal grew as Kitten’s thighs trembled and she tried to close her legs in vain. Her * lay open to his view, his touch, his every whim and will. He tried not to let it go to his head.
“Touch yourself,” he gently commanded.
“Master?” Kitten fretted. She gave a start as Caleb ran a finger along the seam of her sex.
“Right here,” he said. He made circles around her clit. “Touch yourself right here. I want to watch you come.”
Kitten’s hips tilted forward by the barest of degrees, the sharp pull of desire already making her nipples hard and her * wet. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed her right hand on her swollen sex.
“Do you touch yourself, Kitten?” he asked. He deliberately let the warmth of his breath caress her splayed flesh.
Kitten shivered. “S-s-sometimes.”
“Do you make yourself come?” Caleb carefully placed his hand on top of hers and pressed her fingers deeper into her own flesh. Kitten whimpered, flexing her hips upward toward their hands.
“Sometimes!” she whined loudly.
Caleb smiled at her, though he knew she couldn’t see it. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling overhead. Caleb leaned forward and ran his jaw along her inner thigh.
“Show me,” he said.
Kitten’s body tightened, he could feel it beneath his cheek. He heard her take a deep, trembling breath and then her hand moved under his. He kissed the inside of her knee as he sat back and adjusted the painful erection in his pants. Every moment with her seemed both painful and sweet. He watched her small, delicate fingers find the apex of her pleasure and touch it experimentally. He smiled suddenly and brought his hand to his mouth, instantly realizing her scent saturated his fingers – he had the sudden urge to lick them, but didn’t. He knew it would only lead to other things.
Kitten arched her back. She rubbed at the little bud with mounting pressure and speed as her wetness made the flesh increasingly slippery between her fingers. It wasn’t long before soft, but insistent moans began breaking past her lips.
Caleb could feel the beat of his heart in his cock as it worked to push blood down to his erection. He knew he shouldn’t be so aroused, not when he’d already come twice, once against her *, and again in her mouth. However, being reminded and watching Kitten grow wetter did little to quell his desire and more to stoke it.
Kitten rocked her hips back and forth, slowly at first and then with growing speed as her obvious desperation grew. Her fingers rubbed her little clit and it visibly became redder, more swollen, but the sounds Kitten made had gone from need to frustration.
“I can’t…. I can’t when you’re watching me,” she said.
Caleb smiled, “The second thing you should know is to take pleasure whenever you can.” As he thought about what he was trying to express, his smile faded, “Know your body, Kitten. Know what turns you on. Most of the time you’ll be responsible for your own pleasure. There will be times when it will seem impossible, times when it will be impossible. Either way, you’ll have to be convincing. Convince me.”
Kitten’s fingers stopped and the only sound in the room was the sound of her pulling air into her lungs. She took her hand away from her body and tried to sit up.
Caleb stood and he met her watering eyes as she placed her hands behind her for balance. “Caleb,” her chin trembled, “no.” She seemed to be looking for more to say, more emotions to express.
Caleb didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He couldn’t bear to hear it. He stepped closer and reached behind her for her hand, only just avoiding her mouth as she turned to kiss him. He couldn’t bear that either.
“Master,” he said, “not Caleb.”
“But...you said –”
“I know what I said, Kitten. It was a mistake,” he said. He was confusing her, and for that, he was sorry. It had been selfish of him to allow her such intimacy, when she didn’t belong to him.