[inspired by Shon Richard's "Don't" ]
Please cum, Sir.
I'm holding on because you told me too, not letting my body go over the edge into bliss. My body shudders a little, so close to the edge, but my breathing is as slow and steady as I dare. Biting my lip as I moan. Running multiplication tables in the back of my head. Anything to stop from cumming before you do.
I know the price of disobedience.
My ass is already on fire from your hand and the flogger. My nipples are sore and inflamed from the clamps. My wrists and ankles are chaffed from the ropes that tied them down and held them apart. My skin itches from the dried tears and paints. My throat is sore from the crying and the begging and the cock you fucked it with.
I don't want to start over again. I want to finish it.
My world focus narrows to you. You push your cock into me, slow and steady and hard. Your hands pinch and your mouth bites. You don't look at me, or take my begging into account and spare me from the relentless way you fuck yourself in my body. I'm there for your pleasure, a convenient alternative to your hand and a squirt of lube. I revel in the use, the abuse, the edge of giving myself to you like this.
Each thrust and touch brings my closer and closer to that pleasure you have forbidden me, and that I forbid myself for your sake. You told me "No" and I'm holding onto that like a shield against the rush in my blood. Using it to hang onto the shreds of control that I have to use, don't want to use, except you told me to wait for your rush of orgasm first.
Please cum, Sir.
2 comments:
Tragic- I'm glad you like it. :)
Jaenelle, I enjoy being teased! It's extremely erotic to be held on the edge, just waiting for my man to cum, but he keeps going and going, and I keep enjoying it!
But these seem to be some rather extreme conditions of arousal . . .
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