The first light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across your still-sleeping form. I’d been awake for hours, just watching you, admiring the way your body had fought against the plug’s persistent stimulation even in sleep. Your cheeks were still flushed, your lips slightly parted, occasional whimpers escaping as you dreamed of denied release.
My cock stirred at the sight. Last night’s denial had affected me too, leaving me with a simmering need that had only grown through the night. But control was everything. Your control, and mine.
I slid from the bed silently, retrieving the remote from the nightstand. With a press of my thumb, the vibrations stopped. Your body relaxed instantly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as the constant stimulation ceased. Your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and confusion.
“Good morning,” I said, my voice low. “Did you sleep well?”
You blinked slowly, processing the question, the memories of last night flooding back. “I… Sir, I…”
“Answer me,” I commanded, my hand coming to rest on your still-bound wrists.
“No, Sir,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “I couldn’t sleep properly.”
“Good,” I replied, a predatory smile spreading across my face. “That was the point.”
I untied the ropes, massaging the circulation back into your hands. The marks were beautiful – deep red imprints that would darken into bruises by nightfall. I traced them with my fingertips, feeling you shiver under my touch.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered, moving to sit in the armchair across the room. “Crawl to me.”
You hesitated for only a moment before complying, moving with the grace I’d taught you. The plug shifted inside you with each movement, a reminder of yesterday’s lessons. You stopped at my feet, head bowed, waiting for my next command.
“Look at me,” I said. When your eyes met mine, I saw the raw need there, the desperation for release that had been building for nearly twenty-four hours. “Today we’re going to test your control even further. Yesterday you learned that your pleasure belongs to me. Today, you’re going to learn that your body is an instrument for my pleasure.”
I spread my legs, my erection straining against my pajama pants. “Suck me. But if you come, even a little, the punishment will make yesterday seem like a reward.”
You leaned forward, your mouth hot and eager as you took me in. Your technique had improved dramatically since we began these sessions, your tongue knowing just where to flick, your lips applying the perfect pressure. I watched your body as you worked, noting the way your hips began to rock instinctively, seeking friction against empty air.
“Stop,” I commanded after several minutes, pushing you back gently. “Stand up.”
You complied, your legs trembling slightly. I reached between your thighs, my fingers finding your clit already swollen and dripping with need. You gasped at my touch, your body arching involuntarily.
“See?” I murmured, circling slowly. “Your body betrays you. It wants what I won’t give it.”
I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to your lips. “Taste yourself. Taste the desire I control.”
You licked my fingers clean, your eyes never leaving mine. The submission in your gaze was intoxicating.
“Bend over the bed,” I ordered. “Ass up.”
You positioned yourself perfectly, presenting yourself to me. I removed the plug slowly, drawing a long moan from you as your body adjusted to its absence. The sight of your stretched, puckered hole made my cock twitch.
I positioned myself behind you, running the tip of my erection along your dripping folds. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said, my voice rough with need. “And you’re not going to come. No matter how much you want to. No matter how good it feels. You’re going to hold it for me.”
I entered you slowly, savoring the way your body welcomed me, the way you clenched around me instinctively. Your moan was pure desperation, your hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.
I set a punishing rhythm, deep and hard, my hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. I watched in the mirror across from us, admiring the way your breasts bounced with each movement, the way your face contorted with pleasure and frustration.
“Please, Sir,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I can’t…”
“You can,” I growled, reaching around to pinch your clit. “And you will.”
Your scream was muffled by the bedding as your body convulsed, fighting against the orgasm threatening to overwhelm you. I felt you clench around me, your muscles spasming with the effort of denial.
“That’s it,” I praised, my own release building. “Fight it. Show me how much you want to please me.”
I increased my pace, driving into you relentlessly, chasing my own pleasure while denying yours. When I finally came, filling you with my release, your body shuddered with the effort of holding back your own.
I pulled out slowly, admiring the sight of my release dripping from you. I rolled you over, your body limp and trembling.
“Please,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “Please let me come. I’ve been so good.”
I considered your request, my fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. “You have been good,” I conceded. “But good isn’t enough. I want perfect. And you’re not there yet.”
I retrieved a new toy from the drawer – a wand vibrator with multiple settings. “Let’s see how long you can last with this,” I said, positioning it against your clit. “I’m going to watch you. And if I see even a hint of an orgasm, I’m stopping. And you won’t get another chance until tomorrow.”
I turned it on low, watching as your body arched off the bed. Your eyes widened in panic, already knowing how impossible this task was.
“Ready?” I asked with a cruel smile. “Let’s begin.”
