House Rules
She doesn't wait for an answer. Her hand moves down and she starts touching herself with the same casual ease she does everything, watching you the entire time.
"You want to know why I did it?" she says, perfectly conversational despite what her hand is doing. "Because there is nothing... nothing... that turns me on more than knowing exactly how frustrated someone is with absolutely no way out. The orgasm during the massage today was incredible. You have no idea." Her breath catches slightly. "And that wet spot on your jeans. God. That was almost too good."
You are standing in her doorway past midnight, fully hard, watching her get herself off using your suffering as material.
She comes with her eyes still on you. Unhurried. Satisfied.
Afterward she reaches for her phone, checks something, sets it back down.
"You should probably go," she says pleasantly.
"Unless you want to stay...in which case I'll scream and tell Charlotte you broke into my room. With that erection, the rest of the story tells itself."
That smile again. "Your choice. You have about five seconds."
You go.