Another click, and the vibrations lessened a notch.
“Better?” Selene asked as she leaned over my body and began to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders.
“Yeah,” I replied, settled. “So good,” I said happily.
“Tell me when you’re close, pet,” she demanded, and she must have felt the tension in my body. I didn’t want to tell her, for fear she’d stop again, like before.
“You’ll tell me when you’re close, pet, or I will make you wait so long before I allow you to cum again, you will forget what it feels like,” she warned.
I didn’t doubt her warning. The threat heated me further, as did her lips against my shoulders, followed closely by her teeth, biting just enough to create a dull, pleasant ache in my heated flesh.
“O-okay,” I agreed, “I’m close,” I admitted.
“How close?” she asked.
“Nearly there,” I answered, just as I felt the first wave of pleasure approaching.
A click, from somewhere near her hand and the buzzing stopped.
I cried out, “Please, Selene.”
She laughed and continued to kiss her way down my back until I could feel her kneeling between my legs again.
The vibrator was pushed slightly to the side and Selene, dipped her finger inside me.
“You’re pulsating,” she told me. “Like your little hole is begging to be filled,” she said crudely.
Removing herself from me, I hid my face against the bed, unable to suppress the desperate little whine that escaped me.
“You would like if I filled you, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
I didn’t answer and received a hard pinch to my backside in return.
“Ah, yes,” I answered.
A couple of clicks, and the buzzing started again. I sighed in pleasure, leaning back into the sensation.
As I tried to buck desperately against the vibrator, is switched off again.
I cried in frustration. “Selene!” —saying her name like a reprimand. “Stop playing with me.”
“You don’t want me to stop playing with you, pet,” she replied, and once again moved her hand between the vibrator and me to push inside of me.
“Two fingers, easily,” she commented, matter-of-factly, as if she was measuring. “You’re doing well, and so wet. Once more should do it,” she said, while removing her fingers. Another click and the buzzing the started again.
I cried—a mixture of pleasure and frustration and desperation—knowing when I was close to release, it would once again be ripped from me.
“Selene, please,” I begged.
“Are you close, pet?” she asked, and I heard the amusement in her voice.
“Y-yeah,” I cried, actually cried, tears dampening the bed sheets. “Please, let me cum, please, Selene,” I begged again.
The vibration continued, right up until I felt myself begin to tense with pleasure and then—click—it stopped.
I screamed into the bed, my cries muffled by the sheets.
Again, Selene slid her hand between the vibrator and myself, sinking deep into me. I felt the stretch of my pussy and groaned, desperate to chase the orgasm that had just fallen out of reach.
