ART OF SEDUCTION
He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him.
Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”