Handing me the remote-controlled vibrator, he instructed me to nestle it against my little nub.

“I’ll choose when and how long to tease you. You may cum, but the buzzing may stop before you climax.”

It was his game; he made the rules.

Songs with a number in the title provided an opportunity for stimulation, as did the time on the clock, dipping under the speed limit, and more.

I was about to cum when traffic slowed below 60 mph.

“Please let me finish, Sir!”

“You know the rules.”

“Fuck the rules!”

He let me cum… and spanked me later.