His cock drags out slow, then slams back inside me so deep I choke on a sob. “You’re going to take it again.”
His voice drops lower. “You’re going to hold every inch I give you, pretty girl.”
I whimper, clinging to him. “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum again. And I’m gonna tell you no.”
“Damien—please?—”
“Not yet.” His hand snaps the chain tight, locking me down. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
His other hand drags between my legs, circling my clit, driving me insane. “Let’s see how desperate you can get for me.”
I sob, rolling my hips, begging. “You want to cum for me so bad, huh?”
“Please—fuck—please?—”
“You’ll fucking hold it.”
I cry out, shaking. “You’ll stay right there on the edge for me.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop chasing him. “You’ll sit in my lap and let me fuck you until you’re so desperate you’ll fucking beg to cum.”
His thumb drags filthy circles, holding me just past the point of collapse. “Please—Damien—please?—”
“Not yet.”
I sob, rocking against him, the pressure unbearable. “Tell me what you’ll let me do to you.”
“Anything—fuck—anything you want?—”
“Say it.”
“You can do anything—anything—just don’t stop?—”
His pace drags sharp and slow, grinding me to the edge. “You’ll let me edge you all fucking day, won’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
“You’ll let me chain you to this cock until you’re so fucking ruined you’ll beg me to keep you forever.”
“Please—please—please?—”
“You’ll cum for me when I say. You’ll hold it when I say. You’ll fucking belong to me.”
“I do—fuck—I do—please?—”
His mouth crashes to mine. “Cum.”
I break. I shatter, cumming so hard I can’t even scream—just wrecked, desperate sobs. His grip slams me harder against him.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Cum for me. Fucking cum all over me.”
I fall apart in his lap, in his chain, in his hands.
“You’re mine,” he breathes. “You’ll cum when I tell you.”
“Yes—yes—fuck—yours?—”
“You’ll stay right fucking here.”
