“No more orgasms this week.”
He said that and then grabbed my hair, jerking my head up. I met his stare, breathing hard and sucking in the precious air I had been denied while his dick had been down my throat.
Fucking fuck. I did this to myself. I had mentioned I’d like to try denial again. And apparently, he had listened.
He held me in place, tightening his grip on my hair, keeping his cock just out of reach from my mouth. I had to catch my breath and bring myself back up to the edge of subspace to be able to talk. And think clearly. I managed to get to a more coherent place and immediately wanted to wipe the drool off my face from the sloppy facefucking I had just endured. But I knew better than to move when he held my hair like this.
“No cumming for the rest of the week? So no cumming for six days?” I needed to make sure I understood. And decide if I was willing to consent to this.