Of course not

“No.” You answered, and Sabrina gave you a relieved look as you raised the remote. Her expression turned into one of horror when you pressed the button twice, raising the power to 30.

“I’m gonna make you walk downstairs like this, and every time you’re ungrateful, I’ll turn it up higher. Now, what do you say to that?” You asked with a wicked smile.

“Thank you.” Sabrina gasped.

“Thank you who?”

“Thank you, sir.” She squeaked as she tried to maintain her composure.

“Good girl, now, let’s get moving. The faster we get down there, the less chance anyone sees you like this.”

You confidently strolled off toward the basement, and Sabrina awkwardly shuffled behind you, trying her best to walk quickly, despite the, ah, distraction between her legs. Fortunately, you made it to the basement without running into anyone. Garrison had evidently arranged for the basement to be set up for you to work, since there was a table, two chairs, a phone, and other necessary supplies waiting for you there.

“Sit.” You ordered, gesturing to the chair.

Sabrina obeyed without hesitation. Clearly, she was in a submissive headspace, and you were absolutely going to capitalize on that fact while you had the chance. After all, if she got to be dominant, it’s only fair you should enjoy your turn just as much.

“Spread your legs, let’s have us a good look.”

She pulled her knees apart, drawing back her skirt so you could see clearly up between her legs. She was fucking soaked. Her white panties had turned nearly transparent from the moisture, giving you an excellent view of her nethers, obscured only by the plugs. Her thighs were slick with her juices, and you really, really wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her, right now. You could probably convince her to let you, given how **** the vibrators had her, but that wasn’t the point of this. The point of today was to tease her, just like she’d teased you this morning, only a thousand times worse.

“Are you horny, slut?” You asked.

She nodded, moaning slightly, but that wasn’t enough for you.

“I asked you a question. I expect a real answer.” You said, cutting the remote up to forty.

“Yes sir, I so very, very horny.” She gasped.

“Hmmm, and do you want to cum?”

“Please!” She begged, “I’m close, just turn it up a little more! I’m almost there! Please John.”

That was all you needed to here. You held the remote up, and, in her full view and clear to see, hit the button, lowering it down to ten. The vibrations in her panties went from an audible, orgasmic whir to a faint, maddening, tantalizing hum.

“NO! NO! NO! NO!.” She cried, almost shouting, and if you weren’t all the way down in the basement you’d have been worried about someone overhearing. “Damn you John, I was nearly there.”

She slumped down in her chair and started reaching between her legs to finish herself off, but you smacked her hand away.

“Nah-uh. I haven’t cum today, so neither will you. We’re going to really give those fans of yours their money’s worth tonight. I want you **** and eager, absolutely wild for it, you understand?”

Slowly, she nodded. “God, that’s such a hot idea. We spend a day teasing each other until we’re both mad with need, then record ourselves screwing like animals. Oh, my viewers will just love it!”

“Yeah, I figured they would. I got the idea after your little show this morning. If nothing else, it should give us plenty of volume to play with, if you know what I mean.” You said with a smirk, “Now, we’d better get to work if we don’t want to lose our actual jobs.”

The two of you settled into a rhythm for the rest of the day, conducting phone interviews like Garrison told you to. You played around with the remote, adjusting the intensity to keep Sabrina from getting comfortable, but you didn’t dare turn it up too high or else she might let something slip during a call. Even at relatively low settings, her facial expressions were something gorgeous, for sure.

Finally, the two of you finished your work, clocked out, and went outside.

“Come with me,” You ordered, “We’re riding in my car, since you’re definitely not safe to drive like this.”

Sabrina follows without complaint. You both climb into you car, and you drive just up the road, going only about a tenth of mile before ducking into an alley.

“John, why are we stopping here?” Sabrina asked.

“I’ve got one last idea to make this day something special.” You said, “But it’s kind of ****, so you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”