Free Letting Go (Letting Go Series #1) by S.T. Prussing Page B

to my wet, slippery lips.
    He uses the toy like a master, coming oh so close to my clit, circling around it again and again without ever touching it. The heat inside me grows, along with a yearning for release. Sir is very patient, though—much more patient than I am. He continues rubbing the vibrator up and down the outside of my sex, covering every sensitive inch—every inch except for the one spot that’s the center of my pleasure.
    When he finally presses the vibrator against my clit, pulsating waves of pleasure shoot through me. The mounting excitement is almost more than I can stand. My hands clench the sheets as I feel my orgasm welling up inside me, a giant wave ready to crash over me. I can barely stand it. My hard fought control vanishes.
    “Oh, my god!” I moan. “I’m so close… I’m going to come!”
    “No you’re not,” Sir says, and just like that, he pulls the vibrator away.
    What the fuck? Why did he stop? The wave that was about to carry me away begins to recede.
    “Please don’t stop ,” I beg him. “Not now… please.”
    He ignores my plea and moves the vibrator to my left nipple. It feels good, but nothing like when it was pressed against my clit. A single phrase from his ad pops into my head. Orgasm control . Until this moment, I had no idea what that truly meant. I’ve given him control over this most intimate part of my being—and I have no fucking idea what he’s going to do with it.
    He returns the vibrator to my pussy, repeating the process all over again, stimulating every part of my sex except my swollen clit. When he finally touches the toy to my clit, the wave begins to well up inside me once again. As my excitement mounts, I press my lips together, determined to remain silent this time, to give him no clue when I’m about to come. The pleasure inside me soars to unimagined heights. Here it comes….
    Sir pulls the vibrator away.
    Nooooo… not again!
    How does he do it? How does he know the exact, excruciating moment to stop?
    I don’t know what to do. Should I beg him again? Should I remain silent? It’s hard to think clearly when he’s just taken me to the brink of the most intense orgasm of my life and then yanked me away from it. Maybe I should just kill him and take the vibrator for myself. The idea has some definite appeal right now.
    Before I can contemplate the details of his murder, the vibrator is back on my clit, and thinking becomes even more difficult. Once again, the wave rises up inside me as he skillfully massages my clit with the tip of the vibrator. This time, it’s not just a wave. It’s a tidal wave, an erupting volcano, a rushing hurricane—all combined into one titanic force threatening to engulf me.
    This time, Sir does not stop. My orgasm explodes inside me, again and again and again….

 
     
    CHAPTER 13
     
    Four hours later, I’m sitting at my computer, preparing to complete an assignment for a man whose face I’ve still never seen.
    After I recovered from my orgasm, Sir gave me a warm, wet washcloth to clean his cum off my face and neck. Still blindfolded, I wiped myself as carefully as I could. He was nice enough to tell me I missed a spot just beneath my ear. When I was clean, he handed me my clothes and underwear and allowed me to dress myself sitting on his bed rather than on the floor, so I guess that was a promotion of sorts. He guided me to the door, gave me my assignment, and told me not to turn around when he removed my blindfold. He kissed me hard on the lips, spun me around, and pulled off the blindfold. Just before I walked out the door—on legs that were still a bit wobbly—he told me I’d been a very good girl. Without turning around, I thanked him for everything and left.
    The “very good girl” ech oed in my head all the way home!
    My assignment is to write him an email telling him my reaction to my experience, in as much detail as I can. He told me to wait at least a few hours to let things sink in before starting