aking you to the edge for the third time of the day might have seemed cruel to some. Letting you think I was going to let you cum. Counting you down in the way you’ve become accustomed, the way we both enjoy so much, before denying you that release.
I’m too soft, usually. After denying you at the last moment I usually immediately relent and set you off again, this time to a slightly bigger and better orgasm, enhanced by the brief denial.
Not today. Today I’ve decided to explore.
Today, you don’t get to touch any more. Not your nipples, not your clit and not your pussy or your ass. You don’t even question my decision.
You’re occupied for the next few hours, so it doesn’t build quickly. Until it’s suddenly there, the almost irresistible urge to touch. Taken for granted as a mindless, subconscious comfort; I’ve always known you to be constantly touching yourself. Not today.
Two hours later, and you’re resisting. Three hours, then four, and the need is growing.
You could hump something, of course. That doesn’t count. But you’re stubborn, and you’re wondering if that won’t just make it worse, especially without knowing how long I’ll deny you.
Finally we get to be alone, and I feel you humming with the tension. Just how I like you, though I’m a long way from finished.
I strip off your white lace top, slide your pink shorts to the floor and step back briefly to admire your lingerie. It’s pretty and pink and lacy, but today it’s coming straight off. I want you totally exposed.
I firmly attach your pink leather cuffs to your wrists and ankles, then push you back onto the bed. They’re quickly secured to the straps that are a permanent feature there, and you’re not going anywhere.
By now, you haven’t touched yourself for several hours. In itself, this would have been a record just a couple of months ago. Combined with the three edges beforehand, it’s got you to a place of delightful, desperate neediness.
I start with presenting my cock at your lips, and your hunger is made clear by the way you unselfconsciously suck and slurp at the head. Not for long though, as I pull away the now-glistening head and cover your eyes with a soft silk blindfold.
Using your saliva as lube, I press my cock against your denied clitoris and begin to slowly thrust, up and down over the hard nub, feeling it slide against the underside of my shaft. Your body reacts instantly, rolling your hips to maximise the contact. I let you feel it, but not nearly enough to give you any satisfaction.
I decide to toy with you some more, and my cock easily finds your now-soaking pussy. One slow steady push, all the way in and a moan escapes your lips. For a couple of heartbeats I stay there, buried in you, then I slide all the way out. This time you hum and moan as you suck a mix of your pussy juices and my precum from my cock. You used to struggle with your gag reflex, but now it feels entirely natural to see your lips around the base of my thick shaft.
So much so, in fact, that I only need to move to let you breathe, and I start the slow, measured thrusting we’ve worked out is the best way to fuck your throat. At least until I get close, when neither of us care about your breathing.
Now, with my hips finding their rhythm, I can turn some of my attention to your needy clit. A slap, instantly rewarded with a muffled moan, is where I start. More slaps, getting the blood flowing to the area and making your lips swell pink. This might just be enough to get you to orgasm if I maintain the pace.
But you cum last, if at all. That’s the rule, carved deep into your mind with endless edges repeating that mantra. With so much stimulation following your denial, you might struggle with that today. I hope so.
The slaps are followed by your wand. Set to come on at exactly your preferred vibration level, and pressed hard against your clit in the exact way I’ve watched you cum a thousand times. I enjoy the tension that fills your body, and fuck your face a little faster.
Quickly, I can tell you’re holding back. The edge is right there, but you won’t go over it until I say. You don’t cum without permission, because it’s better that way.
Seeing and feeling you holding back, combined with the suck and slurp of your well practiced mouth soon gets me to the tipping point, and I know I’m going to cum.
I maintain the pace, and start a countdown. As always, your reaction is instant.
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
As the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat, I see your whole body tense and strain, waiting for my word.
The second pulse, and I say it, “Cum for me, slut” and you moan hard into my cock as the third and fourth shots of cum fill your mouth.
Your hips roll, and your squirt wets your thighs, soaking the bed as your red painted toes quiver, held apart by the restraints.
By the time you’re back in the room, I’ve unclipped the cuffs, and your head is on my chest. Our hot skin pressed together, breath finally coming back to normal.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
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