I paced up and down the floor of my bedroom, trying to work out what the hell had just happened.

I had fucked her when I’d planned to tease her, I’d even made her beg me to do it. I’d almost come inside her.

What was supposed to happen was that I brandished my cock like a weapon, making her flinch away whilst simultaneously yearning for me to get inside her. I was supposed to make her desperate for me, edging her back and forth on the cusp of an orgasm for days on end.

Fucking her wasn’t the real crime. It was letting her come that was the issue. How was I supposed to edge her into dependence if I let her come just because her pussy felt good wrapped around my cock?

She was still in there, waiting for me. She couldn’t go anywhere, not with the two bars attached to her. She’d struggle to stand up, let alone come and find me.

At least I hadn’t let her touch me. She had no idea how I felt, nor what it would be like to kiss me. Where had that thought come from? Did I want to kiss her?

I blamed her cock sucking skills. Being in her mouth had felt so damned good, all thoughts of taking my time slid away in the urgent need to be in her. It was only when she came that I realised the mistake I had made.

Something changed when my cock touched her tongue. It wasn’t just about breaking her anymore. It was about something else, something deeper. I paced back and forth for several minutes, trying to work out what it was. The answer wouldn’t come to me.

I realised I’d left her in there for too long. I walked back into her bedroom, seeing her still in place, her pussy exposed, ready for me to slip straight back into her. My cock began to harden at the sight. I ignored it. I had to.

I undid the handcuffs on her ankles first, wanting that pussy out of sight before I lost any self control I had left.

She shuffled her legs together as I twisted her round, letting her sit up, undoing the cuffs on her wrists before finally taking the gag from her mouth. I left the nipple clamps attached. They looked too good to take off.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, wiping the saliva from her chin with the back of her hand.

She looks so hurt, so innocent, her eyes blinking, filled with compassion for me. It was misplaced compassion. I didn’t deserve it, not for what I had planned for her.

“Follow me,” I said, taking her hand, another no no, and leading her out of the bedroom and into the nearest bathroom.

“Are you going to shave me again?” she asked, looking at the table.

“I’m going to bathe you,” I replied, turning on the taps and watching water slowly pool in the bottom of the bath.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Are you all right.”

“I’m fine,” I snapped too loudly. “No more questions.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

I dipped my hand in the water. Hot but not too hot. “Climb in and stand there, feet apart, that’s it.”

Seeing her stood in the middle of the water was enough to make my cock harden again. I ignored it though her eyes kept glancing down, as if she was hoping I’d fuck her again.

I left her standing there, collecting a cloth and dipping it into the water. I stepped into the bath, enjoying the heat of the water soaking into my legs as I ran the cloth across the front of her neck, rivulets of water running between her heaving tits as she breathed heavily.

The clamps were in the way so I detached them, drawing a gasp from her as they fell free. I tossed them aside, letting the cloth glide over her chest, her skin glistening in the light.

She didn’t speak and neither did I. The atmosphere was tense, made worse by the way the tip of my cock kept brushing lightly across her skin as I cleaned her body.

“Turn round,” I said after spending several minutes working my way over her arms and her chest. With her back to me, I ran the cloth over her shoulder blades, shuffling closer to her, my cock pressing into the valley between her buttocks.

Her skin felt hotter than the water. I leaned in, unable to resist, my lips planting a soft embrace on the side of her neck.

She sighed with happiness, nuzzling back towards me, her hips pressing into me, making it even harder to resist fucking her.

I knelt down, running the cloth over her ass, nudging her legs apart, stroking my way over her thighs.

“Turn round,” I said again and she spun on the spot, her pussy directly in front of my face. I could smell her sweetness as I dabbed at her with the cloth, wanting nothing more than to fuck her.

The cloth fell from my fingers, landing with a splash under me as my hand moved towards her clit. She moaned when I touched it, her legs shuffling further apart.

I glanced up at her. She’d closed her eyes, her mouth open. Reaching up with my other hand, I found her core, sliding a finger into her and exploring inside as I continued to play with her clit.

It didn’t take long to bring her to the edge of orgasm and then I stopped, standing up, my cock brushing between her legs. “I want you in me,” she muttered, blinking slowly at me, as if coming out of a daydream. “Please, Sir.”

“Like this,” I asked, bending my knees so I could thrust into her just once. Then I slid back out before she even knew what was happening. This was better, this was more controlled. But it wasn’t easy as what I wanted more than anything was to fuck her until she didn’t know what country she was in anymore.

I stepped out of the bath, motioning for her to follow me. “Sit on the table,” I said, “legs apart.”

When she was in place, I knelt on the floor, running my hands up her thighs to her pussy, stroking gently towards her clit, wanting to tease her again.

“Please, fuck me,” she muttered. “Please fuck me, Sir.”