She's a wild, wanton creature, lost in a haze of pleasure and frustration.
Her release is so close I can taste it, feel it in the desperate clenching of her pussy around my tongue.
"I'm trying to decide," I say casually, while licking her like a lollipop between words, "if I want you to come on my face or my cock."
Her eyes, wide and wild, fly to mine.
The choice is impossible, cruel, and so damn hot it makes my own blood burn.
"I... I don't... please," she stammers, her mind a muddled mess of desire and desperation.
"I wasn't asking you," I continue. "Just thinking out loud." I go back to my casual torture of her. "See, I could do both, and I probably will. But this first one, it's going to be the big one, you know? I mean, how many times were you almost there? So many times, especially when you count the times you tried to come without asking my permission." I look up at her. "Were you counting?"
She just shakes her head, her face flushed and tear-streaked.
She is completely, beautifully broken.
"Then again, I was thinking that I might keep you on the edge all night. Deny you completely.” I keep my eyes on her, watching as her expression turns to one of complete and utter devastation. “Make you earn it after you were such a bad girl earlier.”
I lean forward and press my lips to her clit, but I don't lick or suck.
Just a gentle pressure.
Just a promise of something that may or may not happen.
Her entire body trembles, a fine, continuous shudder that racks her from head to toe.
"You know, the longer you wait, the better it is," I continue my taunt, my lips brushing against her with every word. I laugh lightly, and it makes her jump. "Or so I've heard, anyway. I don't like waiting."
"Me either," she sobs.
"Too bad that's not your decision," I say smugly.
The truth is, I have no intention of letting her out of this damn bed without coming all over me.
Not a chance in hell.
But it's fun to watch her squirm.
Besides that, we've never actually spoken about serious orgasm denial. I may be an asshole, but I won't break the trust of my subs over something like this. When Erica is more clear-headed,we're going to sit down and have a good, long conversation about limits.
"Make you beg me again and again until sunrise. Could you do that for me, Erica? Could you be a good girl and wait?"
"No," she whimpers in despair.
"No? Not even for me?" I ask.
"No, I can't," she says, her eyes finally focusing on mine. "Please, Sir. I'll do anything. Please."
I'll do anything.
God, I love those words. It's the mark of the last-ditch effort, one last, desperate push.
I sigh, letting it blow directly on her sensitive skin.
"Very well," I say, my voice dropping.
Before she can process the words, I dive back in.
