I leave her like that, my palm a pressure against her button while I slowly thrust in and out. She’s on the edge, shaking with pleasure. And just when I know she expects me to start giving in and allowing her to peak, I withdraw my palm completely, clutching her waist instead.
The disappointed, desperate noises coming from her throat make me grin wide. If she wanted someone else to take control,she needed to be ready for the consequences. She doesn’t always get what she wants when she wants it.
I continue to fuck her slowly, my eyes closing as I revel in the feel of her tightening around me. She releases and clenches, releases and clenches, and my eyes pop open when I realize my little water witch will make herself come this way, from my cock alone.
My cock stiffens and pulsates at the thought, and I squeeze her hips and fuck her faster, even though I know I should be more disciplined.
But the pleasure haze is falling upon me. And there really is something to fucking in the water. We’re both weightless, so there is nothing to distract from the pleasure of her cunt. And her squeezing on my shaft feelssogood.
I fuck her more vigorously, and she begins to make the noises that mean she is getting close. I have not told her she can come, but she is near it.
It is evil of me to test her when I am so near to losing control myself. But I also have the feeling that though she has asked me to take control, in some way, it is a farce. She is the one who lured me into the water and who told me the position to fuck her. She does not let go of an iota of control. Only pretends.
So I say, “I do not give you permission to come,” as I continue to fuck her, near the absolute brink, and wait to see what she will do.
At first, I am filled with pride when she stops making noises. I fuck her with abandon, ready to drop my hand back to her cunt and bring us both to a screaming finish.
Right as my gush begins to spurt from my shaft and my hand slides from her waist to her sex so that I might bring her with me?—
I encounter her hand there, working furiously at her own sex.
I roar as the last of my gush spills inside her tight cunt and pull out as soon as I am able. Then I lasso an arm around her waist and swim back towards the riverbank. Fast.
She yelps in surprise as I spin her body, flipping her over my shoulder as I walk out of the river.
“Wait, Kharon,” she says in a rush. “I’m sorry! I can explain!”
I do not listen. I’m not mad, exactly. But also, I will not be made a fool of. And I will not continue this bizarre game of control with her. I would not have minded her touching herself if it was the terms we had agreed to beforehand. But why tell me one thing and then sneakily do another?
Carefully I bring her from my shoulder and lay her on the sun-soaked grass.
“Is it because you wanted another punishment?” I ask, my brow furrowed.
She stares at the grass, plucking a blade and playing with it. “No. I mean”—her eyes peek up briefly towards my face—“I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Then why,” I demand. “Why ask for one thing then deceptively do another?”
“I don’t know!” she says, shredding the blade of grass. “I want to not be in control. For fuckingonce. I crave it. But it—” She cuts herself off.
“What? But it, what?”
“It terrifies me,” she finally admits. “Trusting anyone that much. To truly give control over. And there’s still so much we—” Again, maddeningly, she stops her own speech.
“What?” I demand again. “So much we, what?”
“So much we don’t know about each other.” Then she amends, “So much you don’t know about me.”
“Then tell me.” I sit down on the grass beside her, and her eyes flash my way and then back at the grass.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Why?”
“I don’t know how.”
I nod, coming to a decision. “Then we will do two things at the same time. I will punish you until you tell me.”
“Wait.” Her voice jumps an octave. “What?”
