She will wait.

She stands in front of me, wanting approval so badly. I unlock the leather cuffs which hold her hands to her thighs. She has been such a good girl, sitting in her chair and waiting. She has been rocking against the chair, her thighs pressed together. I have caught her, but I do not command her to stop. I find it endearing how she arches against the fabric of her panties, trying to get some relief.

But now she is standing and her hands are free. But she is a good girl, and they have ceased to move towards her cunt.

"Pull down your underwear."

She nods, reading up and pulling them down and off, looking up with hopeful eyes.

"No. I didn't say take them off, I said pull them down. To your knees."

I sit in a chair, legs crossed, the side of the tip a middle finger between my lips most of the time, a glass of wine in the other hand, resting on the arm of the chair. When I open my mouth, my tongue rests against that part of my finger.

I watch her put them back on awkwardly, watching at they momentarily catch in her heel. She is trying so hard, and it is endearing. But endearing is not enough.

They are quickly around her ankles, calves, knees. And then she waits.

"Come."

She walks forward awkwardly, trying to keep the panties in place, her feet never more than a foot from each other. She stands before me. I place the glass to the side with a soft tick.

One hand holds her hip as the other hand finds her cunt. Wet. She opens her mouth as my index and middle finger begin to rub her slicked clit, swollen and bulging and begging for attention. I stare up at her, watching her face change and stretch and display every sense of ache. I pinch her clit softly and then hard, slowly and then quick. Every movement I make is reflected in the contorts of her mouth and then tensing of her jaw.

"Do you know the rule?"

She nods. This is not the first time I have done this today. She knows that I will rub her clit, I will finger her sweet cunt, I will slide my fingers into her ass, I will tease her nipples, I will let her pump against my hand, I will make her fuck herself until she is ready to cum and then I will stop. She knows she will wait one hour. She will wait from a chair in the corner.

I stand, my fingers remaining on her clit. I move closer, my other hand lifting her chin, my lips so close to hers that I can see her trying to open her mouth to take in my tongue, my breath, anything. I let mine graze hers and hear the tiniest of squeaks.

"You're being such a good girl." her breath catches. "Do you know how proud I am of you?" Her lips pique slightly into what is almost a smile.

My fingers slide down and three delve into her cunt. I hear her groan and feel her push forward. My hand is soaked as she demands more with her hips. I begin to pump inside of her. She opens her legs more, pushing against me.

"You haven't come in hours... and you are so, so close...." She nods slightly, a noise just barely above a whimper breaking through her lips.

I slowly walk behind her, pressing my body against hers. I pump harder, my hips pushing against her ass, pushing her into my fingers, helping her fuck harder, demanding she fuck harder. I curl my fingers inside of her, stroking everything inside of her.

Her legs open slightly more, her voice getting more brazen in its whimpering.

I pull my fingers from her sopping cunt and I feel her almost fall as she continues to fuck hopefully. A finger slides slowly into her ass and she freezes, her mouth opening to moan.

"Put your fingers inside your cunt, baby."

She nods, her own hand diving into her pussy. She fucks herself with abandon as I take her ass. Two fingers find her mouth and she begins to suck. She is now filled. Her moans and whimpers are dampened by my hand in her mouth, the tips of my fingers grazing her throat.

"Fuck hard, baby, you're a big girl."

She nods, crying out a little louder as a second finger pushes into her tight ass. Her hips push hard back, and it takes all of my force to brace her, allowing her just enough movement to make sure that I am deep inside of her ass and that her cunt is being filled with her own hand.

"You're such a big girl, aren't you?"

She nods, a broken "mmhmm" struggling to come out. She wants to cum. I can feel her tensing. I can feel the muscles which press against me straining so familiarly.

"And you know what a big girl has?"

She pumps faster, and I can just imagine how tight her pussy is on her fingers.

"A big girl has patience." I pull my fingers from her ass and mouth and her hand instinctively drops from her pussy. Juices are not dripping but running down her inner thighs.

A hand goes to her lower back as I lead her back to her chair and re-tie her hands, close enough to her clit to just barely graze, but not to fully stroke.

The clock is turned back to 60 minutes and she fights tears as I kiss her softly on the lips and return to my work.