His finger moved to my clit, and began lightly circling around it. Waves of pleasure and cold shocks ran through my body, and I squirmed under his grip, squeezing his hand with my legs. How could this feel so good, to be fingered by this bastard? My wriggling became less a struggle for freedom and more a reaction to what his fingers did. His touch was expert, and soon I was biting down on my own teeth to keep from moaning and egging him on. His finger moved faster and faster, teasing my clit. My hips lifted up as I tried to hump his hand, and I became a passenger in my own body, betrayed by my pleasure. It built and built, and I felt heat spreading on my skin, my muscles clenching up as I neared a peak.
Then he let go, completely. He just stepped back.
I reached for myself, moving my hand towards my throbbing pussy, and then the shock hit me. I went rigid on the bed, my mouth locked open in a silent scream.
“No one will give you pleasure but me. That was free. The next time you’ll have to beg.”
“Never I panted, pulling my hands away. I rolled over and clamped my legs together and covered my breasts with my arms. My nipple was still throbbing from the pinch. It was torture to be deprived this way, to be so close to my peak and then rolled back from it. He stood over me, watching. His hand came back, this time resting on my side. He lifted his palm up and traced his fingers lightly over my skin, somewhere between tickle and caress. Inflamed by his touch on my most sensitive places, his fingers left burning trails over my skin.
“Please,” I begged.
He drew his hand back. “As you wish. Don’t try touching yourself. I’ll know.”
He left me alone in the room. I curled up in a ball. I looked at the dresser, but I knew putting on clothes without permission would get me the same result as taking this damned thing out of my ass without asking. I rolled onto my back, fully aware that I was probably being watched by a camera somewhere. As I moved, the feeling of the big rubber knob in my ass made me shiver. I couldn’t touch myself, but when I arched against the bed and pressed on the plug, it shifted inside me, and that felt good. I did it slowly, hoping I wouldn’t be noticed. After fifteen minutes of it I whimpered, realizing that it felt good but it didn’t get any better, and the high from almost reaching orgasm had faded, leaving me cold and sweaty. I curled up on my side and lay not he bed, shivering, waiting to see what would happen next.
I’d never slept naked before. I twisted, feeling the object in my asshole, and reached for it, only to stop when I finally noticed the camera in the corner. If I pulled it out, I’d get another shock.
Finally, I managed to fall asleep. It was fitful, twisting. I broke out in a cold sweat and writhed on the bed in my sleep, pulling at the collar. When I woke up, he was standing over me, watching.
Groggy, not really rested, I blinked as I obeyed. I no longer bothered to cover myself. He put his hand on my cheek and I froze, watching, waiting for something to happen. Instead, he gave me a glass of milk. I took it in both hands, feeling the cold, sweaty glass against my palms, and stared at it.
“What’s in it?”
“Milk,” he shrugged.
The hell with it.
I downed the whole thing in big gulps, gasping for breath when I was done. I was hungry, not just thirsty.