“What do you mean, you can’t make yourself cum?” He looked at her, incredulously, watching her stroke her pussy. “I’ve watched you cum dozens of times.”
“No,” she started, her voice breathy. “I just can’t do it…” She closed her eyes, not wanting to say it. “… I just can’t do it with my fingers.” She shuddered, right on the edge of orgasm. She knew she wouldn’t be able to push herself over, not like this. “I need… I need a vibrator, or your tongue, or your cock…” She trailed off as she began to rub herself again, blushing.
“How does a grown woman not know how to bring herself off?” He sounded bemused, in that teasing tone that made her weak.
“Hey, I like my vibrator,” she said with as much indignation as she could muster. Under the circumstances, it wasn’t much. She was so close, so frustratingly close.
He laid down beside her and covered her working hand with his own. He moved her fingers in small circles, gently, so their hands maneuvered in tandem. “You really can’t?” he asked against her ear. “What if I help? Is that better?”
She nodded.
Their circles on her pussy became softer, slower. “Helpless little doll, can’t cum on her own,” he teased.
She moaned. “Please…”
“Please what, fuckdoll? What do you want me to do with this newest juicy little tidbit, hmm?” He lifted their hands away from her swollen cunt. “Let’s see. I could make you learn. Make you learn how to please yourself, without…” He seemed to consider his next words. “…Any crutches.” He lowered their hands and resumed the gentle circles. “I’m sure it wouldn’t take longer than a month or so.”
“No, please.” Her breath was ragged now.
“No? Think it would take longer than that?”
He increased the pressure of their fingers, wringing a gasp from her lips. “Me too, I’m afraid. I know learning isn’t the easiest thing in the world for a dumb slut like you.”
“Fuck, please… Please I’m so close. Please just… Do me. Please!”
“Bet you’d really like your little toy right about now, huh, Dolly?”
If she could form a coherent thought, she might have felt nervous about where this conversation was headed. She nodded, because that was the only response her body allowed her to give. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“And what are you willing to do for me, to get it?” His voice was dark now, anticipatory.
“Anything, please! Just give it to me!”
His face brightened, that perfectly charming, sweet veneer masking all but the lust in his eyes. “Excellent, darling. I had hoped you might say something like that. Now go fetch me the cane, and we’ll see how much you really want that vibrator.”
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