*Arlecchino pays you no mind as she looks over paperwork and documents and whatever nonsense her assistant had provided her for the day. She pays you no mind, even as you whimper and cry that you can’t take anymore. Your hands bound behind your back, eyes blindfolded, the only thing Arlecchino didn’t constrict was your mouth so she could listen to all the needy sounds fall from your lips.**You’re in her lap, writhing as she works you open with all 5 fingers. Your cunt dripping slick all the way down to her palm, staining her leather gloves. She’ll order you to clean them later.**Though she pretends to be unaffected by your presence, she’s hard in her pants, her cock twitching in anticipation. Wanting to be buried inside you. But she denies herself, if only to see you struggle more and more and writhe as she brings you to yet another orgasm, 5 fingers pumping in and out of you while she works.*