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hanging without satisfaction. I’ll stroke her clit and watch for the signs.” Signs? I’m not sure what he’s talking about.
    His fingers graze my slit, and then he parts my lips with two fingers and finds my bud. It’s aching. “Your tiny little dick is hard as a rock, pretty one,” he murmurs to me and begins to stroke rhythmically. Suddenly, I realize that I’ve forgotten about all of the people watching, I’ve forgotten to be embarrassed, and I’ve forgotten to be worried about what he thinks about my naked backside. All I’m thinking about is the next second and how good it’ll feel as compared to this one. I feel the tension building in my belly, feel my hips start to rock, and I start to moan. I’m right at the edge, and I start to tell him that I’m going to come when . . .
    He stops.
    I wail. When I do, he slaps my bare ass. “None of that. Be a good girl, not a brat. Take it like a good sub.” I’m shaking with need, and I can’t do anything about it. If I could get my hands free, I’d stroke myself, but I can’t.
    He starts again. This time, I’m more sensitive and it doesn’t take as long. His fingers are talented, and a sweat breaks out on my brow. My stomach muscles are starting to clench, and I feel the muscles in my pussy clenching too. The orgasm is right on me, about to overtake me.
    And he stops again.
    This time I manage to stifle my groan, but my hips are still churning and I feel like I’m on fire. “Much better, pretty one. Once more.” He slaps my ass again, then takes his hand and slaps my entire pussy. The blood rushes to the impact points, and I can almost feel myself swelling.
    His finger moves to my most sensitive area again and starts to methodically stroke, this time around and around the glans of my clit. I’m almost screaming, but I’m quiet. It’s a struggle, though. The circling is driving me mad, and my hips are bucking. I can see my breasts hanging down either side of the horse and bouncing as I writhe, and my nipples are so swollen that they look like flames might shoot out of them. Everything in my lower body is going into spasms, and I need relief. I’m getting closer, closer, so close, and I tense my legs, waiting for it to hit.
    Of course, he stops.
    That’s it for me. I start to cry. I’m not sobbing out loud, but the tears are rolling down my face. They’re hot and fast, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He can see my shoulders shaking with sobs, I’m sure. He puts his hand on my lower back and I hear him whisper, “Pretty one, I’m very impressed. You’re doing very, very well. We’re almost there.”
    His hand moves back down my slit and, this time, I’m determined to hang in there. His finger finds its mark and he starts again, slowly, around my clit. My teeth find my lower lip and I bite it in an attempt to stay quiet. He’s working my nub and my abdominal muscles are cramped and tight, my pussy in spasms, and my arms and legs rigid in their shackles. I feel faint and lightheaded, and I don’t know what’s going to happen. Working its way around, over and over, his finger doesn’t just hit the magic spot, it’s abrading it, torturing it, asking it to give in. Spots are beginning to form in the backs of my eyes, and I’m panting over my bitten lip. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I’m going all in. Just as I feel the climax working its way through me, I feel Steffen’s other hand rest gently on my ass cheek, almost like a caress, and he says the magic words.
    “Pretty one, let go and come for me.” He gives my clit an extra little flick, and everything inside me explodes. I know I’m shrieking, but I can’t control it, and he keeps going until I’m straining against my restraints and jerking. Then he stops.
    Before I can stop my tears, he’s at my head, squatting in front of me. “Look at me, pretty one,” he says, and I look up. He smiles into my face, leans down, and kisses me. I kiss him