Submission

Mia's POV 

The moment Jasper locked the door behind him, my breath seized and it felt like my world tilt.

What the hell just happened?

This was far beyond punishment —it was torture. The cruelest form of torture. My body burned with unsatisfied desire, my skin flushed from his delicate touch on my skin. I had never felt this desperate in my entire life, never completely seeking his mercy. My thighs were burning with desire, seeking the relief I could never have.

I threw my body back on the bed, frustration seeping through my veins. Damn him. Damn his arrogance, his dominance. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew leaving me like this would drive me insane. And how did he even get to know so much about me? About my body?

I trailed my fingers over my bare body, shivering at the memory of his tongue teasing my nipples. His hands pinning down. And his fingers buried deep inside my sheath. 

Fuck! My nipples were still hard, aching for his touch. My sheath were still wet waiting for him to slam his huge, beautiful cock inside me.

And then his cold, commanding voice came.

"I own you, Mia. You belong to me."

That bastard! I should hate him for that. I should. But instead, my core throbbed with ultimate need.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to surpress the overwhelming ache between them, but it only made things worse as I could feel the precum seeping out of my cunt. I was fucking wet! And my body knew what it wasnted—what it needed.

And it was him. Jasper's cock.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I hesistantly trailed my fingers lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My body had already been primed from pleasure, slick with desire from earlier. I hesistated, biting my lower lips. This was all shades of wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I haven't done this before, but I have seen in magazines how people pleasure themselves. And now, the ache was unbearable, my body craving the release Jasper had so cruelly denied me.

For now, I'd allow myself to be a slut and forget about morals.

I let out a breath and squeeze my eyes closed. My fingers sliding lower, and circling my clit. Another hand rested on my nipples, squeezing and teasing it. A sharp gasp left me as I touched my most sensitive spot, a stream of pleasure crashing down on me. My legs trembled as I increased the circling around my clit, mimicking the way Jasper would tease me before finally giving me what I want.

My hands around me breasts tightened as I cupped my full tits in my hands, squeezing them, imagine it was his hand, his mouth.

A whimper slipped from my lips as my fingers moved faster and I pushed two fingers inside me. I thrust in, and then out. Repeating the motion, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. My breath came in ragged gasps, my hips lifting to meet my own touch. My body was on fire, every nerves on edge, every sensation heightened by the torment of his absence.

I pictured him standing over me, watching with dark possessive gaze, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he saw me reduced to this —needy, desperate, willing to beg.

"Beg me, Mia."

I moaned, my release almost here, so close. I could..... feel it.

"Say it. Say who owns you."

"Jasper......" I drawled, my fingers slamming harder, chasing after the pleasure that was just within reach.

I'm almost cummmmming. Yes, Jasper. Sucking, licking and fucking me just like that.

The tension coiled tighter, my body trembling, my mind consumed by him. And then  —

Streams of pleasure crashed over me, my body convulsing as I came with a strangled cry. My fingers slowed, my legs trembling as the aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me breathless, spent, and yet... unsatisfied.

I can't be satisfied, because it wasn't enough.

My fingers were enough.

I needed him.

Tears prickled my eyes as reality sank in. He had done this on purpose. He knew I would break without him, knew I would give in.

And the worst part?

He was right.

Slowly, I sat up, and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead. My eyes scanned the room searching for anything —anything—that could ease this unbearable desire, then my gaze dropped to a wardrobe against the wall.

Something about it seemed off.

Getting out of the bed, my legs weak and trembling, I walked over and opened it. My breath hitched.

Toys.

A collection of sleek, polished vibrators of different sizes and shapes that promised pleasure. I swallowed hard, my fingers hesistating as I traced over one.

Did Jasper purposely leave this here? Did he expect me to find them? I quickly darted my eyes across the roof. Was there a hidden camera somewhere, watching as I surrender to the very lesson he was teaching me?

The thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.

Slowly, I lifted one of the long vibrators and crawled back onto the bed. I spread my legs as I leaned against the pillows. I turned it on with a trembling fingers, the soft hum filling the silence.

I placed it on my pussy, teasing myself. My breath hitched as the vibrator sends a delicious shiver to my spine. Interesting! This was going better than expected. I quickly moved it higher, pressed it against my clit and my body jerked with pleasure.

A moan escaped from my lips as I pushed the vibrator deeper inside me. Yes.......this is it! Yes, yes, yes.

My skin burned, my nerves alive and my other hand found my nipples, teasing, twisting and pitching just like Jasper would have done.

"... Jasper...." His name fell from my lips.

Pleasure exploded inside me, more intense than ever. My cum splashed out like a river, and only then did I bring out the vibrator. I lay there for a moment, my chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, my limbs limp from exhaustion. And yet, satisfaction finally settled over me.

I glanced weakly at the vibrator in my hand, and took it close to my lips. The fresh cum smell filling my nostrils. I stuck out my tongue, and wiped the vibrator dry, tasting myself.

Jasper had won this round.

But next time....

I would make him pay.

I closed my eyes, and allowed sleep to swallow me whole.