“You don’t get to touch. You just hold those lips apart. Watch me. Watch what I’m going to do to you. Watch how I’m going to rub what’s mine. Over and over and over again. Till you’ve made a mess all over this carpet. But you’re not going to cum. Tell me why.”
“It’s not my pussy, Sir. Please, Sir. Please, please please, Sir.”
“No. I’m going to enjoy this. Watching you suffer. Watching you stay perfectly still in the desperate hope that makes you earn your orgasm sooner. You will stay still, but not till you’ve suffered much much longer. Much much longer. And why is that?”
“Because, Sir. You decide when I cum, Sir. Not me.”
“Good girl. You just keep biting that lip and holding that pretty little cunt of yours open. No more talking. Don’t ask for permission. Don’t say anything else. Nothing. Just watch. Concentrate. Understand that I am going to make you crazy. Far more desperate than you can handle. Than you’ve ever known. You don’t stand a chance.”
yes, please.