Katja purred, a low rumble in her chest as she watched him pace. “Still haven’t figured it out have you, darling?”
He stopped abruptly, eyes pleading. “Please, Katja. Just this once, let me-”
“No,” she interrupted, leaning back against the plush velvet chaise longue. A cruel smile played on her lips. “You want to know why I love this? Because your desperate whimpers are music to my ears.”
He hated it. Hated the feeling of restriction, the gnawing frustration building with every passing moment. But she reveled in his discomfort, relishing the power it gave her. His eyes, usually so bright and confident, were now dull with desperation.
“Remember how you used to brag about your prowess?” She chuckled, tracing a finger along the sleek metal of his chastity device. “How many women you’d conquered? How easily you satisfied them?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Now, you’re just… desperate.”
He tried again, a desperate plea escaping his lips. But Katja silenced him with a wave of her hand.
“Silence, darling,” she hissed. “Just enjoy the feeling. Let it consume you. You deserve this punishment. After all, who am I to deny myself pleasure at your expense?”
She rose from her seat, approaching him slowly. Her eyes glittered with triumph.
“Let’s see how much longer you can resist,” she murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Because trust me, darling, this is just the beginning.”