<strong>“No!”</strong>Waltz told Fury in a tone that she was sure to hate and removed his hand from her crotch. She struggled against her bonds in search for another source of stimulation but there was nothing she could reach, nothing she could press against. Even her feet were kept spread just far enough apart that she couldn’t press her thighs against one another. “No!” He repeated and held up a warning finger in front of her face – a finger glistening with her juices.<strong>“You cum when – and if – I allow you to, and not a moment sooner.”</strong><br/><br/>After letting her teeter on the torturous cliff of arousal for a long moment, Waltz started playing with her breasts and nipples again. The crisis, her impending orgasm, was past, but Fury was still very much aching for it.<br/><br/><strong>“Now that you know what I can do for you. And now that <em>I</em> know how much you want it, maybe we can come to an understanding. Let’s talk about…”</strong>Waltz said, his fingers softly playing with her nipples, teasing them erect and hard again …<strong>“what you can do for me.”</strong><br/><br/>Waltz’ hand wandered down over Fury’s taught belly again, his nimble fingers straying down to her crotch, driving her mad.<strong>“Let’s talk about the terms of your surrender.”</strong>He said softly and reached into his special box again. The first thing he took out was a broad, sturdy leather collar. It wasn’t shiny or elaborate; it looked like it was made for a dog. He unclasped it and let the leather trail over her chest before laying it down over her throat. The second item was a black rubber plug and he placed it between her breasts, so she could stare at it. If she somehow couldn’t infer its use, the tube of lube he placed next to it should have been enough to avoid any misunderstanding.<br/><br/><strong>“Do you want to cum tonight? At all?”</strong>Waltz asked and his magic hand teased her again.<strong> “Then maybe you should begging me to be my little toy.” </strong><br/>