Bound. Part 3

The tip of his finger gave a quick jab to my brownie, then slid down my lubricated track.

I spread my legs way out to the sides of the chair and was rewarded with his finger tip touching my pleading clit.

"It may be your first time, but you do know what you want, don't you?"

"I... ahah yes." I was almost past the stage of coherent speech, what with his magical hand and fingers.

"And what is that you want, Kate?"

What did I want? I thought amid my befuddled maundering.

"I... I ahh want you."

"Yes. I know that. But what do you want me to do to you?"

Do? How in the hell was I suppose to think at a time like that?

"I... ahhh I..."

"Come on. You can say it. What do you want me to do to you, Kate?"

"Hur... hurt me." There, I said it. I actually said it out loud and felt a release of tensions.

"Yes," his voice was calm and soothing. "You want to be hurt. I knew that the instance I saw you at the dance. Your eyes told me. They