Mr. Olson sits in a chair in the corner of the room watching me. I try to squirm to make the ginger fall off, but it slides onto me even more. Mr. Olson watches me in enjoyment. I feel my core slowly getting wetter and wetter by the second.
"You're soaking the bed darling."
Mr. Olson says staring intently between my legs. I try to pry my hands out of the handcuffs but they're too tight.
"Need anything?"
Mr. Olson teasingly asks. I bite my lip and squirm more, feeling the intense urge to touch myself. Mr. Olson stands up and slowly starts making his way to me.
"Say it."
He demands. I shake my head, not wanting to ask him of such an intimate favor. I bite my lip and turn my head away from him. He turns my face back towards him and repeats,
"Say it."
I shake my head again and close my eyes. Mr. Olson removes the ginger and gently starts massaging my folds with his middle finger. I moan. Mr. Olson removes his touch from me and I feel deprived.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?"
He asks with a smile bringing his face close to mine. I nod, just wanting him to touch me again.
"Beg daddy."
He commands.
"P-please daddy."
I beg squirming. He just hovers over me with an evil grin on his face. He places the ginger back on my entrance and watches me squirm even more. When he gets up and walks to the door I ask,
"W-where are you going?"
He turns around and says,
"This is how I feel every day about you. I want you to feel what it's like to want something you can't have."
He turns back around and leaves the room in silence.
