She waited, listening to his breathing beside her. Seconds ticked by like minutes, minutes like hours. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she cleared her parched throat and forced out the hoarse whisper.
"Please?"
He chuckled, the sound low and deep in his throat, and it sent shivers down her spine. The fingers that had been resting inside of her began to move, thrusting in and out just an inch or so. Her legs tensed, pulling against the restraints that didn't give her enough room to move, but kept her legs open so she was always ready for him. It was his fingers now, as it had been earlier in the day, along with a selection of toys that had had her on the edge of an orgasm all day. The only thing he hadn't fucked her with yet was his cock, and she wasn't sure if he was saving that for last, or planned to withhold it all together.
"Answer me, whore." His soft, low voice pulled her attention back to him, along with the pressure of a third finger joining the others to jam into her. She let out a whimper, trying to raise her hips as much as the limited movement of her legs would allow.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" It was a risk, asking him to repeat himself, but so was answering him blindly. His fingers pulled out of her all at once, and she guessed that she'd gambled wrong.
"I asked if you wanted to cum, whore. But you weren't paying attention, were you?" He brought his fingers up, wiping her juices on her stomach. She groaned in frustration for missing that very important question.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It just felt so good" He liked to hear this, if it were the truth or not. More and more often though, it was. She remembered when they first began, and he would hurt her daily. Before long she began to crave the pain though, and welcomed it. The pain would always come. The occasional orgasm was more fleeting.
He made a soft, pondering sound, then slid his fingers up her torso and pinched a nipple savagely. She screamed from the surprise and pain, which brought a slow smile to his lips. Before she knew it though his hands left her, and she could hear him moving out of the room. Her pleading whimper of protest followed him out, falling on deaf ears.