Danielle had a horrible night. She finally cried herself to sleep once the television shut off, after Michael had filled up that slut of his and after his girl had screamed through many orgasms. But being asleep was hardly better. Her dreams were filled with visions of hot, wet sex, being taken hard, things she had never dreamed of before, and rarely fantasized about. She would slide her hand between her legs as she dreamt, but as she got close, she always woke up and forced herself to stop. And before going back to sleep, she glared at the silently camera hanging from a corner of the ceiling.
The night seemed to last forever. Come to think of it, was it even night? She hadn't seen a clock or a window since she was brought here. She spent some time between dreams trying to figure out how long she'd been there, but she had no clue. Time seemed to slow down or speed up depending on her arousal, and right now, it was moving glacially.
After several more hours of restless sleep, the door finally opened bathing the bedroom in light from the hallway. Michael entered and took a moment to take in the view of the beautiful brunette lying naked on the bed. He then stretched and asked, "Have a good night? I had a wonderful night."
"Fuck you," she spat. "You didn't have to fucking tease me like that."
"But isn't that the whole point? However, I'm very proud of how you didn't give in and cum." He paused, and smiled inwardly as Dani gazed at him with an expectant look. "So, I've decided to let you cum again very soon."
Dani hopped up on to her knees on the bed, suddenly full of energy, her eyes wide and happy. before she realized what a spectacle she was causing. Her pride was being heavily beaten - how could she thank this man for letting her cum? Seeing the new expression on her face, Michael asked, "Is there a problem? Do you not want to cum?"
She snapped out of it and said, "No! No, I want to cum!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm so fucking frustrated and I need to cum!"
