Free Light Switch by Lauren Gallagher

tried to figure out where he was looking. Was he watching my fingers? My face? Did he catch the way my lips parted with a ragged breath, or was his gaze so fixed on my hand that he caught the way it trembled just then? Was he grinning, or did he frown as the tip of his tongue ran slowly across his bottom lip while he considered his next move?
    “You slowed down,” he said.
    My cheeks burned again. I’d been distracted, forgotten what I was doing. “I’m sorry, Sir.” I circled faster with my fingers. Just knowing he was watching, that he was paying close enough attention to notice a change in speed, turned me on even more. Waves of cool fire radiated from my clit, intensifying with every sweep of my fingers. I chewed my lip, whimpering softly as my pussy tightened and the world around me slowly fell to pieces.
    “Remember the rules,” he said. “You’re not to come until I allow it.”
    I bit back a frustrated sound and took a few breaths as I slowed my fingers down, nearly bringing them to a stop as I let myself return to earth. Once I was certain I was again in control, I picked up speed, desperately trying to strike a balance between pleasing him and keeping myself from coming. In mere moments, I was at the brink once more, and slowed down.
    “Keep going.”
    “I’ll come, Sir,” I moaned. “If I don’t, I’ll—”
    “No, you won’t. I haven’t given you permission to come, so you won’t. Will you?”
    “No, Sir,” I said through clenched teeth.
    “Then don’t stop or slow down.”
    I took a deep breath. I moved my fingers per his command, but my touch was lighter now, the one concession I could make to keep my orgasm back without Scott noticing.
    His fingertips drifted down my forearm to my wrist, then onto the back of my hand. His touch was light, just enough to make contact without hindering my motions. Not enough to hinder, but just enough to distract me.
    “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” The whispered command was sharp, offering no choice but immediate, unquestioning obedience.
    I found my rhythm again, moaning with both frustration and arousal as my orgasm built quickly, threatening release with every turn of my fingers. Applying less pressure didn’t even help much at this point.
    His fingers slid across my hand and followed the length of my middle and third fingers until his hand completely covered mine. Molded against mine. His nearness to my pussy, with only my own fingers dividing him from my clit, turned me on more than the slow circles I made. There was something deliciously erotic about his first time touching me like this being through my own hand. About him being so, so close to my clit when I was so, so close to a climax.
    Then his fingers continued down mine until they slid along my slick pussy lips. My back lifted off the bed, and the blindfold became moot because my eyes were screwed shut anyway.
    I gasped as two fingers slipped inside me. As they did, his palm rested on top of my fingers, pressing them just a little harder against my clit. Another moan escaped my lips.
    “You’re not coming yet, are you, Kristen?”
    “No, Sir.” My teeth chattered and I nearly choked on the simple, automatic phrase.
    “Good girl. You’ll come when I say you’ll come, and not a moment sooner.” His fingers moved faster, the heel of his hand pushing my own fingers against my clit. “Am I understood?”
    “Yes, M—” The words fell to a moan. I wondered when he’d taken over the rhythm, when he’d gone from harmonizing with my motions to dictating both speed and intensity. He’d subtly removed my ability to control how much pressure I applied, and in doing so, he’d taken the last safeguard I had against an orgasm. I had only his command and my sheer willpower to keep me from coming now.
    He cleared his throat, reminding me of the unanswered question.
    My voice trembled as I said, “Yes, Sir.”
    “I know you’re close,” he murmured in my ear. “I know you want me to