She was bound wrists and ankles . …. It exposed her so completely, arms out to the side…unable to touch him or cover herself…legs wide apart, her most tender parts vulnerable, unprotected. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to hold him, to stroke him. But he said no, this was only about her. He wanted to make her cum, hard…harder than she had ever cum before. As his hands roamed her naked body, tickling, stroking, exploring and teasing, he teased with words as well. She liked to cum, didn’t she? His fingers closed around her nipples, gently pulling, rubbing the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her nipples hardened and she moaned softly. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I pull your tits?” The pressure on her nipples increased and she moaned again, a little deeper. “Yes, I thought you would. Let’s just see how much that turns you on. Are you wet? Is that sweet little cunt wet? Would you like me to check? Would you like me to put my finger down here in this beautiful cunt to see if it’s hot? Would you?” With the last words the pressure on her nipple became painful, just for an instant. Her eyes snapped open. His face was just inches from hers, his eyes watching her intently. “Ask nicely. Ask me to put my finger in your cunt. Ask now,” he insisted.