She wasn't supposed to touch herself without permission. That was the first Rule Mike gave to her.
But the ache had gotten unbearable.
He hadn't given her any orders in two days, no toys and nothing.
He treated her silently and it was torture.
She thought about him constantly, the way he spoke to her, the way he watched her, the way he made her body obey.
So she broke, she pressed her fingers to her clit in the middle of the night, biting her pillow as she rolled her clit moaning silently too desperate to cum.
It took less than ten minutes as she silently moaned his name when she cumming.
The next morning, he was waiting for her standing in the hallway with his arms crossed, like he knew everything.
She tried to pass him like she didn't care but he grabbed her wrist.
"I heard you." he whispered smiling.
She froze widening her eyes.
"You thought the walls were thick enough?" he said quietly, dragging her closer. "You moaned my name, tsk.. interesting."
"I—I didn't mean—"
"You broke my rule," he said smirking. "And you get to be punished."
That night, she was tied down in ropes gentle but firm with her wrists above her head and her ankles wildly apart tied to each bedside.
The room was candlelit, it was the bed in his office. The place filled with toys she wasn't even allowed to enter but she was being punished there, naked.
He paced around her, "You're addicted," he murmured. "Can't even last two days without begging for me in the dark."
She whimpered. "I'm sorry—"
"You're not sorry yet."
He picked up the toy from night one. The one she stole.
And pressed it to her slowly but harsh.
"No begging tonight, no speaking, you will take everything I give and I'm going to teach you what denial feels like."
The first orgasm built up fast as he pushed it to her limit making her cry, he locked her with a chastity belt as he continued making her sob.
Whan he unbuckled her, she cummed immediately her body shooking vehemently, her lips trembling.
He continued pushing her to her limits, it seemed she had a kink for overstimulation because she was enjoying every bit of it.
She cummed again, this time lesser than the first time.
"Count them," he whispered. "out loud."
She choked. "Two -two…"
"Louder."
"Two."
Again, he edged her until she was shaking and sobbing, then pulled away.
Three.
Four.
Five.
By the time he hit six, her body was thrashing. Her voice already gone.
"You'll thank me for this one day," he whispered, brushing her cheek. "A well-trained toy doesn't come without permission."
When she finally collapsed, ruined and shaking, he untied her wrists and pulled her into his lap stroking her hair.
"You did good," he said quietly.
Her eyes were still wet. "I hate you," she breathed.
He smiled. "Then you'll hate me more tomorrow."
Dinner was quiet again. He watched her differently but controlled himself.
His eyes lingered on her face. When he passed behind her chair, his fingers purposely touched her back. He poured her wine without asking.
She took it obediently and went to he room but she couldn't brush the thought of him out of her mind.
So she broke the rule.
In the middle of night, she walked barefoot and nearly naked to his room.
She pushed his bedroom door open and stepped inside. He was shirtless, reading.
He didn't even flinch, it was as id he was expecting her to show up. "I told you to stay in your room," he said.
"I know."
He looked up slowly. "And then why are you here?"
She crossed the floor with shaky knees and dropped in front of him, her palms on his thighs with wide eyes.
"Use me," she whispered. "Please, I don't need your toys and you training me, I just want you."
His jaw clenched. "You don't know what you're asking."
"I do."
"If I do, I won't stop."
"I don't want you to."
That made him snapped, he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into his lap.
"Don't beg for my cock unless you're ready to lose your legs," he growled.
His mouth was rough with his tongue surveying everywhere and his teeth grazing her lips with his fingers threading in her hair and yanking her head back until she cried out.
"Is this what you wanted, brat?" he hissed against her neck. "To be fucked, not trained?"
"Yes—yes, please—"
He shoved her down and bent her over the edge of the bed like she weighed nothing.
"No rules tonight," he said, undoing his pants. "Just pounding on your tight little slutty pussy."
Her pussy clenched at his words, he put his hand over her mouth, his body pressing hers as he pulled his short with swift movements and placed his cock without lubricant and going deep into her pussy while he whispered dirty things her.
"Taking me so well, you filthy little whore, this is what you were made for but for me."
She cummed screaming his name and shaking as he continued pounding harder.