"It's something I learned from a friend of mine." Sharon smirked. "I think you'll like it."

"If it's you doing it, I don't know how I could not," Cole said, matching her expression. His eyes shone from his dark face. "What's the game?"

"Very simple, really." Sharon took his hands in her own. "I'm going to make you cum—"

"I'm listening."

She giggled. "Wait until I'm done! I'm going to get you off while only touching you between your waist and your shoulders."

"You learned this from a friend?"

Sharon wiggled seductively. "A very, very good friend." She squeezed his hands. "And yes, he demonstrated. First on a friend. I got to witness it before I sampled it."

Cole chuckled. "Sounds like an unbearably good night."

"Oh, it was."

"But wouldn't it be more fun to do things the traditional way?"

"But if we do things my way," Sharon replied, "we can have fun now, then you can do something to me in return, and then we can move on to more traditional things..."

Cole laughed. "Well, I'll try anything once. And I'll try it a second time if I like it."

Sharon took his left hand in both of her own, turning it over and opening it to face the ceiling. "My very good friend just loves to say that hands are nerve-centers for the body." She ran a finger along his index finger. "It's why we're so good at manipulating objects with our fingers."

"So you're going to manipulate me with just your fingers, then?" Cole replied, but his voice had a bit of a distance to it, and a touch of a shiver.

"That's the plan," Sharon replied. "I'm only supposed to use my hands. But also, you understand, I come from a place where superpowers exist." She smiled at him as her fingers dance lightly over his palm. "My friend cheats a bit, with his. He has a magical voice that, when directed at you, can make you do or think anything he wants."

Cole let out a shaky breath. "So he could just look at you and—"

Sharon cut him off with a chuckle. "He can't quite just tell me to have an orgasm, not without some buildup." Her fingers were stroking along his. "It still takes a while, so we still get to have the fun part."

Cole nodded. "Guess I should just shut up and listen then, huh."

"Why, Cole, do you think I have a magic voice?" She elicited a small gasp by running a finger along the crease of his thumb. "Am I getting into your head?"

"Phew, yeah, probably."

"Well," she said, brushing his palm with all her fingers, one after another, "there's a reason I started with the left hand. You see, it gives you an idea of what I can do, before moving on to the right. You're right-handed, yes? Good. So the touch on your right hand will be all the more powerful, all the stronger, than when I do this—" Cole gasped again, "—to your other hand..." she smiled at him with more than a little feline affect. "You can imagine the power of that touch."

He nodded and swallowed. "Yeah, I can."

She slowly ran her fingers over his again, and again, almost luxuriating in the gesture. "This isn't a fast process," she explains, echoing the words she'd heard Sterling using. "Your fingers are primed, nerves tingling, aware of my touch, remembering it. I can see you trying to process it. Sometimes it's easier to process if you close your eyes—" Cole did this almost immediately, "—and let your brain focus less on what it sees and more on what it feels and what it hears."

Cole let out a slow breath, and said nothing.

"Good, you can already tell which way this is going to go," she continued, drawing a finger the length of his hand, from fingertip to wrist. "Better to just go along with it, and just enjoy it. It's not a competition, you don't have anything to lose."

"And a lot to win," he added with a grin.

"That's right." Her own voice was imitating the tone and pitch Sterling used when he was turning on the charm. "An awful lot to win. Even now I bet you're feeling phantom touches on your right hand, imagining what will happen when I do this... or this..." Her voice was directed at him, but her eyes were on his other hand, still at his side, that was twitching slightly to punctuate her words. "And I bet you're wondering if we even make it to the other hand before you let go and..." She trailed off, stroking his ring finger like she might his cock.

There was silence for a moment in the room, punctuated only by Cole's heavy breathing. She could feel him tremble. She slid two fingers over his palm, his wrist, up to his elbow.

"Even if I'm not touching your hand, you can still feel my touch there, Cole," she asserted, brushing his forearm. "You can imagine it, remember it, you can feel it even as my hands travel away, and you can anticipate what will happen when I reach that right hand."

Cole muttered something under his breath that Sharon didn't catch and couldn't understand. It didn't matter.

"While my own right hand holds your arm gently like this, so you can remember the warmth and gentleness of my touch on your hand, I'm going to reach my left hand under your shirt, is that alright?" She waited a second before getting a nod, then slipped her hand as she said beneath his t-shirt to place it gently on his side, rubbing his ribs slowly and firmly. "The ribs are very sensitive," she said. "Ticklish, too, which is why I'm using my whole palm and not my fingertips. But even if I rub over a large area, you still think about what I did to your left hand, and you imagine what I can do with the even-more-sensitive right."

Cole nodded again, and shifted his stance slightly. Sharon saw the erection he was trying to hide.

"And you know what will happen the moment I touch your right hand."

"I'll cum," he replied. His voice was soft, breathy, distance.

"And it will be so good, won't it? To just give in and let go and..." she trailed off, both hands now on his sides.

He honest-to-goodness whimpered. Both hands were twitching.

"Because it all feels so good, doesn't it? And the longer I draw it out..."

"The deeper I go," Cole breathed.

Sharon grinned, drawing her nails along his sides, making him squirm and wriggle. "You want me to move right along, don't you."

"Please," he begged.

"You'll give me anything I ask for."

He nodded, swallowed hard, then nodded again.

She took his right wrist in her hand. "Then, Cole, you and I are going to have a great night."

Her next touch brought him to his knees.