I scream.
His fingers don't stop. They keep working. Keep pushing me higher.
Another strike.
Another.
The pain and pleasure merge into something I don't have words for. Something that makes me feel like I'm fracturing apart and being rebuilt all at once.
"Please." I'm begging now. Full-on begging. "Please let me come. Please. I can't—I need?—"
"Not yet."
His fingers pump faster. Harder.
My orgasm hovers right there—right fucking there—and he won't let me have it.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
"Please!" I'm sobbing now. Actual tears streaming down my face. "Please, Master, please?—"
He leans over me. His chest presses against my back.
His mouth right next to my ear.
"Beg me properly."
I don't even know what that means. I'm too far gone. Too desperate.
"Please let your slut come," I gasp. "Please, I need it, I'll do anything, please just let me?—"
"No."
His fingers withdraw completely.
I make this sound—this broken, desperate,animalsound—because he just took everything away and left me dangling on the edge with nothing to push me over.
"You come when I decide you've earned it."
Another spank. Brutal this time.
My ass is on fire. Every nerve ending screaming.
But my pussy is still throbbing. Still desperate. Stillneeding.
His fingers return. Slower now. Teasing.
"Count for me again. From one. And this time, thank me after each number."
Oh god.
His hand comes down.
"One! Thank you, Master."
Again.
"Two! Thank you, Master."
