See, sometimes you frustrate me so much, darling, so much, and I have to think about what it
is that I'm going to do to you, how is it that I'm going to teach you, that I... will
run out of patience when you don't want to listen.
You know what I think I would do?
Sit you in a chair, across from me, and I would tell you to show me how you touch yourself,
and I would watch, that's it.
And when you're so close, because I know those little whimpers of yours, those soft, broken
little bones so well, because I've been the one to force them out of that pretty little
mouth of yours before, I know exactly the moment before you get there, I would stop
you, and you would pout, and beg, and plead, and oh, but please, and I would just force
you to sit there.
Maybe I'd wrap your hands around the armchair, rest, yeah, make sure you don't get any ideas
about touching yourself, and then I would sit across from you, and I would show you
how I play with myself, how I can sound with broken little whimpers, and soft little bones
coming out of my mouth, how I look with my head back, back arched, oh, how good it feels.
And when I'm close, and you think I'll stop, and let you come closer, I won't, I'll finish,
and on the tip of my tongue will be your sweet little delicious name, and I'll do it again,
and again, and again, and you can only watch, you can only see me, hear me, I wonder how
badly you would tug at your wrists, all tied up, how frustrated you would feel, how close,
how much that pretty mouth of yours would beg, I wonder, I'll see, I'll see, I'll
see, if you keep up with those braddish little ways of yours, you're gonna be the one wondering,
if you want my mouth, my hands, or me first, and how long you can go with me doing that
to you, are we clear, darling?