My fingers drew soft circles on my clit.
He sat in the driver seat next to me, his hand on my knee, holding my legs open. A half hour drive ahead of us. I was ordered to play with myself the entire time but I was not allowed to cum.
His hand slid off my knee, his fingers drawing warm, teasing lines along my inner thigh. I lifted my hips up off the seat.
“Keep going,” he encouraged.
I added light pressure against my clit and glanced at the GPS. We still had 27 minutes to go. I didn’t want to get myself too close yet.
But then his fingers were inside me, hooking against my G spot. I let myself sink into the pleasure, moving my circles with his rhythm.
Slipping away.
“Don’t you dare cum,” he growled, pulling me back to reality and returning both of his hands to the steering wheel.
I opened my eyes. 23 minutes.
Deep breaths.
I shoved two fingers into my pussy, slowly gliding them in and out, giving my clit a break.
But he wasn’t cooperating – his fingers resumed the circles. I looked down and watched him play with me. I loved his hands; strong and veiny, big knuckled, and rough from work. The same hands that have stung my ass countless times were now gently touching me, coaxing me closer and closer to a forbidden orgasm.
“Please,” I gasped. “I’m already close.”
He pinched my clit in response, the abrupt change in sensation made me jump in my seat. “You better not,” he teased. “I want you right on the edge.”
I felt like I’d already fallen off the edge and was gripping it with one hand at this point.
“You have to stop touching me,” I breathed.
“Oh, I do?” Amusement laced his voice. He pinched my clit again, rubbing it between his fingers. I squirmed under his torture.
“Keep fingering yourself,” he ordered.
19 minutes.
His middle finger worked it’s way into my pussy with my two fingers still inside me. I moaned from the fullness as he moved with my rhythm for a few strokes before returning to my clit, now slick with my wetness. He used just the tip of his middle finger to tap my clit, then pressed and circled. He continued the pattern of tapping, pressing, and circling while I fingered myself.
I figured I had about one, maybe two, minutes if he kept it up. I wasn’t sure I had the willpower to push him away, or that it would even be wise of me to do so. I was stuck in a lose-lose situation. But at least one would end in an orgasm, which would be a momentary win. Until we got to our destination and he could deliver the consequences.
I could feel my fingertips slipping off the edge one by one as I tried to hold on. My back arched and I raised my hips. T minus 10, 9, 8…
***SLAP***
His open hand landed firmly on my pussy. It nearly knocked me over the edge anyway but I managed to hold on.
***SLAP, SLAP***
“Were you about to cum?”
I bit my lip and shrunk into the seat as much as I could. “I couldn’t help it. You were doing that thing.”
His lips twitched, trying not to smile. “God help you if you cum in this car. Or did you forget that you have my undivided attention this weekend, in a secluded cabin in the woods… with all of our toys at my disposal?”
I gulped, mentally fortifying my grip on the edge. I wanted good girl attention when we got to the cabin. Fun spankings and properly earned orgasms. I wasn’t going to let myself fall off. I could do this.
14 minutes.
“I want you to play with your clit until we get there. No more fingering. That part is mine.”
I went back to my clit and rubbed messy, inconsistent circles. No rhythm. Sporadic pressure. I tried to give myself the worst handjob possible. I started to draw the alphabet around my clit. That would buy me a few minutes.
*…L, M, N, O, P…*
Fuck me, this actually felt kind of good. But it wasn’t going to make me cum.
*…U, V, W, X, Y, Z*
I did this a couple more times, uppercase and lowercase, trying not to touch my clit directly as I drew the letters. Then I started spelling words on my pussy: *wet, want, wow.* I really liked ‘W’.
7 minutes. So close. I could definitely do this. And then…
“I want you to reach into the backseat and grab the wevibe out of the toy bag.”
*Fuck.*
I reached back, straining in my seatbelt to find the toy, intentionally taking longer than I needed to try and kill the time, but not long enough that it would seem suspicious.
“Insert it and put it on the lowest setting. I’ll tell you when to change it,” he ordered.
5 minutes. I was done for. It was like he *wanted* me to fail. Actually, I knew he did. He loved having an excuse to punish me.
Even on the lowest setting, I could feel myself getting closer. If he picked the fifth setting, I’d be done in 30 seconds. It was my favorite setting, a mix of long crescendoing waves and short, rhythmic pulses on both the inside and outside.
“Setting 2,” he instructed.
I pressed the button and squirmed as the vibration switched from a dull buzz to a moderate intensity.
I took a deep breath and tried to think about unsexy things. But then his hand was on my neck, fingers on my throat. Squeezing. Choking.
“Setting 3.”
I switched it and immediately pushed my hips back into the seat, trying to escape the stronger vibrations. His hand was in my hair now. Soft pulling. Scratching. I turned my head and moaned into his arm, my lips lingering on his skin.
2 minutes.
I looked out the window and realized we were on a dirt road. I had no memory of exiting the freeway.
“Setting 5,” he growled. There was urgency in his command. He was running out of time.
I pressed the button twice and braced myself. My body has reached climax so many times on this setting that it almost felt conditioned to cum from it.
His hand moved to my breasts. Squeezing. Pinching. Pulsing vibration.
1 minute. The longest minute of my life.
“Please,” I begged. “Please let me take it out.”
He said nothing. His hand was on my pussy now, one finger sliding in against the wevibe. He pressed it upwards against my G-spot, pushing me off the edge with one finger. My body surrendered into a trembling orgasm as he pulled into the secluded cabin drive and parked.
I caught my breath and looked over at him in shame. I was so fucking close. He gave me a devilish grin, clearly satisfied with my failure.
“Clothes off before you step into the cabin. You won’t be needing them this weekend.”
*To be continued… *
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s3iqen/on_the_edge_mf