Chapter Four
The drive home was a blur. Her nipples ached, her clit was on fire, and she knew that once the rubber bands and clothespin were removed it would only be worse. He had instructed her that the clothespin could come off just outside her door, but the rubber bands were to stay until she had her orgasm. God how that word sounded delicious rolling around inside her head.
Her tires squealed as she pulled into the driveway and sprinted to the door. A quick sweep of her neighborhood showed it mostly empty so she reached down between her legs and gingerly opened the clothespins. The return of blood flow to her sensitive nub sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her knees to buckle momentarily. She caught herself on the door frame and smiled, reasonably certain that he wouldn’t have promised orgasm this easily if something too terrible were waiting.
The lock clicked before she double-timed it to the chair where she’d left her book. She flipped through the pages before landing on the inside of the back cover where there was a small note that read, “You can cum but only on the spine of this book.”