One night Marcus had been teasing her for over an hour. Longer than usual. Hard and fast. Slow and soft. Stop, start. Over and over. Her pussy juices were everywhere. She was a quivering mass of jelly Marcus had strapped to the bed. All she could do was lie there helplessly and beg. ‘Please, Sir, please let me come.’
Marcus just chuckled, told her no, not yet, and continued on. Finally, he stopped.
He pulled his hand away. ‘I will let you come today,’ he said.
I get to come!
‘If you are obedient for a change, if you can follow instructions for once and be a good little slut, then I will gently rub you until you come. I will sail you over the edge and softly land you on the other side.’
Marcus paused. ‘But...’
‘You have to follow instructions. I want to see you come. I want your eyes. But,’ he sighed, ‘I'm not in the mood to deal with any of your other bullshit today. You will lie there. You will keep your eyes open. You will look at me. You may breathe and you may blink but nothing more.’
‘One little move, one little gasp, you close your eyes one second longer than a blink and you will be punished. I will rub you hard and fast. I will throw you hurtling over the edge and then I won't stop.’
Oh no. Not that. Anything but that.
‘You will come hard and fast. Just like your horny little pussy wants. But then, for disobeying me, the clit torture will begin.’ He smiled then, looking down at her terrified eyes, a slow smile, sinister. ‘Oh yes, I know how sensitive your tiny clitty gets after you’ve come. Your punishment for disobedience will be me continuing to rub that sensitive little button. Maybe I'll lick it too. Mm, yes I think I will. Then you can scream and beg all you want because it won't fucking matter.’
Oh god, no.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Then let's begin.’