The Denial of Lula, chapter 2 [M] [ F] [mdom] [Orgasm denial]

“My clit, please,” she said. “I need relief.”
“I know, sweetheart, ” I replied. “That’s the idea – to keep you dripping. To make your clit crave attention that won’t come.”
Lula, her arms and legs bound to the bedposts, lifted her bottom off of the mattress. She was dripping uncontrollably. A thick cable of lubrication extended from her labia to a damp spot that darkened the bed sheet. She bucked her hips helplessly in the air, her body miming the sex she needed. A thin whimper escaped her throat. She looked at me with swollen, wet eyes that rhymed with her pleading vulva.
“Do you need something?” I mocked. Another whimper came.
“You need penetration,” I said. Her body shuddered at the word. Her back arched and her ass clenched. “Yes,” she managed. “Penetration…please…give.” Her mind was overtaxed by her deprivation and her words were scrambled.
“You need a cock to slide into you slowly, filling -”
“Yes, please,” she interrupted. “Slowly filling you up, and up, and up, more full than you’ve ever been – would you like that?” “YES. Fuck, please, I need to cum.” “Lula, do you want to feel a cock slowly stretching you, satisfying you in a way no man ever has?’
I grasped the inside of Lula’s thigh and she sang out. She made an attempt to sit up, but was impeded by her bondage. She pushed her ass down into the mattress and began grinding furiously. I discerned that she was making an attempt at masturbating using the mattress, but her supine position made it impossible.
“Help me, I need your cock,” she said. “You need any cock,” I replied. “You’re a fucking sex addict.” “You said you would let me cum,” she barked. Her voice was weak yet furious with need. “I didn’t say I would let you cum today.” Lula’s eyes narrowed and her full breasts heaved with anger. “It’s been three weeks, you motherfucker,” she growled through clenched teeth. “Our agreement was for two months. You have a while way to go, dear.” “I told you how bad I need it,” Lula said. “You told me that you used to cum three to five times a day, every day. So by now I have deprived you of, what, 65 orgasms? 75?”
She went limp on the bed, the insides of her thighs slick and shiny. “You have so many orgasms built up in your hips,” I said, grazing her belly with my fingertips. “So much electricity begging to be released.” I knelt between her legs. “What you need is a thick, satisfying cock.” Her eyes widened and her pussy contracted visibly, expelling a small, clear pearl. I teased the tip of my cock along her labia. She whimpered. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wetness and she began begging. “Put it in, please. It’s been so long. I don’t know how I made it this long. I can’t.”
“Yes, Lula,” I conceded.
I slowly slid the head of my penis inside of her and she cried out in relief. “Oh my god, it’s so good, it’s so, so good,” Lula said. Her body began to shake, her large breasts and small belly trembling with the stimulation. “I need more, please, more, please get inside me. Get it in.” She tried to move her hips down to take more of my length but I resisted. Her restraints made it impossible for her to get any more of my length inside of her. I held all of the power in this moment. She began flexing the muscles of her vagina in a pathetic effort to draw my in.
“That’s all you get for now,” I told her. I withdrew, brushing the the tip against her clit gently as I retreated. Her entire body convulsed like she had just received a scare. Her face became even more desperate, and a look of concern moved into her brow. “But you can’t DO this to me, why did you even put it in?” “Don’t whine, you sound childish,” I said. “Now, I want you to suck me. You felt very wet and tight and I’d like to cum now.” She sulkily agreed.
I moved up her body, straddling her. Her lips were warm on my cock, and I slid my length in and out of her lips, her curled tongue providing stimulation along the underside of my length. She wriggled her tongue in the way that I loved. “You’re an expert, my love,” I told her. I took her left breast in my hand and squeezed gently. “I love the feeling of your lips and tongue on my penis, coaxing my cum out. Suck, Lula.”
I came in her mouth, moaning as my thick shot pulsed against her tongue. “It feels so wonderful to cum,” I teased. “To feel the tension build and then the huge, satisfying release. Ooh, you can be a very good girl when you just try.”
“Now me, please” she said, her rising tone making her words into an optimistic question. I did not answer. Rather, I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Thank you, Lula, for making me cum.” I kissed her earlobe and neck. “Thank you. I needed that relief. You have always been wonderful to my cock.” My lips slid across her chest and I put small, soft kisses across her breasts. I gently lifted her breasts and held their fullness in my hands. I continued to kiss across her ribcage, and up to her armpits. Lula moaned, and her breathing became slow and deep. I moved my lips across the full softness of her belly, and further down between her thighs.
I gave her a long lick, starting at the star of her anus. I started with a firm tongue and eased the pressure I applied as i licked slowly upward. By the time I neared her clit, what she felt was more of the soft implication of cunnilingus. I started again, this time slower, and firmer at the start, but she knew that I would not be providing relief to her aching pussy with my tongue. The wet spot under her was growing. She again sought to alleviate herself by grinding her bottom into the mattress. Her efforts grew wild as she tried to find relief but only succeeded in increasing her arousal. She lifted her whole desperate body off the bed, her effort supported by her elbows. I played along, and pushed my tongue out, the tip mimicking an animal lapping at a stream. She smiled, grunted, and pushed her pussy toward my tongue. She came up a few inches short.
“Come on,” she snapped. “Stop fucking around. I have to cum. You’re an asshole.”
“And you, Lula, are a cheating slut.” She started to cry a little, and a tear rolled down her cheek and splashed onto her breast. She’s starting to feel guilty, I thought. Maybe I should relent. Then, she spoke. “I have to cum so bad it fucking hurts, you fuck,” she said.
I walked to the nightstand and pulled out a small cloth bag. “Is that a dildo?” she asked hopefully through her tears.
I showed her the contents, and her restrained weeping crested and broke into a cascade of sobbing. I slid the chastity belt under her and, with a few economic movements, had it locked into place before she could protest.
“You said you would let me cum,” she wailed. I untied her hands and they immediately went to work grasping and rubbing, searching for the sensation below the metal plate that kept her angry clit hidden. She found nothing.

To be continued.

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