“You’re ready,” she said as she pulled her fingers free from me.
I cried harder at the loss, but managed to ask, “Ready for what?”
“Let’s get you unbuckled, eh?” she said softly and began to remove the belt around my waist.
“Wait, please,” I argued, afraid that the removal of the vibrator meant everything was over and I wasn’t going to get to cum at all. I wasn’t thinking clearly—painfully turned on—I could feel myself clenching around nothing.
All I wanted was to cum. I had lost count of how many times I was so close only to be denied at the last possible moment.
I felt the bed move as Selene stood. And I cried quietly as I listened to her moving around.
“Aww, my poor pet, are you very upset?” she asked in a saccharine, mocking tone.
“Yeah,” I answered, truthfully. I couldn’t hide it. “Why, won’t you let me cum?” I blubbered.
In any other situation, I would be beyond embarrassed by my behaviour, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Being so high, so close and never falling over the edge was at once frustrating and demoralising.
“You need to learn control, sweetheart. Isn’t that what we agreed?” she questioned as she climbed back on the bed behind me.
“You agreed,” I argued.
“So you have no issues with control?”
I didn’t answer.
“You’re able to deny yourself what you desire?” she continued. “No, you lack self-control. But don’t worry, darling, you’ll learn,” she told me, and though her words were sweet, her tone was condescending.
“You just like torturing me,” I challenged, defeated.
“That too, yes,” she agreed.
I groaned in acknowledgement of her answer and managed to stop my tears.
Her hand was back between my legs, a wet, sloppy sound as she pumped her fingers in and out.
“Such a pretty pussy,” she complimented. “So wet, and tight, and yet desperate to be stretched,” she said, and I was already moaning, enjoying the way she crossed her fingers inside me.
“Would you like to be stretched, and filled, pet?” she asked, and held her hand still inside me as she waited for an answer.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Yes, what?” she asked, spanking my butt cheek.
“Yes, ma’am, please,” I answered.
“That’s better. Your respect never goes unnoticed, darling,” she told me, but then began to slowly pull out of me.
“But I asked nicely,” I whined.
She laughed in response, and I felt something cold and hard press against my entrance.
“You did ask, so very nicely. You’ve done well tonight. I think a reward is in order,” she said, and I felt her naked front—her breasts—press against my back, and her hands press into the bed at either side of my shoulders.
“I’m going to fuck you, pet. Slowly, at first,” she stated, and I felt what I realised was a dildo push past my entrance and slowly into me.
“Can you take it all?” she asked.
I groaned in pleasure as I was slowly filled more and more.
