The more I draw this out, the better. Eventually, I will let Beau come, but not before I torture him a little more first.
Rule #21: The reward is usually worth the wait.
Beau
I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’ll admit, at first, it was hard to fight the urge to throw her down and fuck her hard until I came, but finding the patience to wait and the faith to put the control in her hands is paying off in a big way.
Her mouth is wrapped around my cock again. My hands are restrained over my head as she kneels between my legs and brings me to the brink once more. But I’m not allowed to come. No matter how good she makes it and how much I want to, I won’t break this rule.
Because I don’t want punishment today—I want the reward.
But it’s not easy. She’s making it hard on purpose, literally. Even the way she plays with my balls, massaging them gently as she sucks on the tip of my cock, drives me absolutely insane.
All sense of manners and decorum are out the window. Fuck ma’am and being quiet and obedient. I’m writhing, sweating, cursing, and begging.
“Maggie,” I groan. “You are fucking killing me.”
She pops her mouth off, and I lie my head back, gasping in relief. “Did you just call me Maggie?” she asks.
In a desperate huff, I apologize. “I’m sorry. Ma’am. Mistress. Madame, whatever you want me to call you. Can I just come, please?”
Her smile is wicked as she climbs back up my body. Her warm cunt runs along the length of my cock, grinding herself against me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she replies as she reaches over me and opens her bedside drawer. “I was about to let you come too. But for that…I think you should have to watch me again.”
When she sits up, holding a white massage wand, I groan, slamming the back of my head against the pillow to express my frustration. As she pushes a button, it whirs to life, buzzing quietly. She drags it across my chest, the vibration giving me goosebumps. With my hands tied above me, I have to just lie here and watch as she drags it to her clit, letting out a sweet moan as she does.
Biting my lip, I watch her tremble. I can feel the buzz rumble through her body into mine. Then she lifts the wand and reaches it behind her to press it softly against my inner thighs. I jump as she teases it closer to the base of my cock. The urge to come gets unbearable before she pulls it away and rests it against her clit again.
As she grinds herself against me and the wand at the same time, I can’t tear my eyes away. In just two weeks, Maggie has changed so much. The first time we chatted, she seemed so shy about sex, and now look at her. Edging me to the point of pain and making me watch as she draws out her own orgasm while straddling my tortured dick.
With a gasping squeal, she comes. I feel her thighs clench around me and her pussy pulse along my shaft. My dick twitches as I watch her. It’s an exquisite sight, but I swear to God, if this woman doesn’t let me come too, I might lose my fucking mind.
“Do you want your turn now?” she asks with a smile, dropping the vibrator on the mattress as she starts to come down, her chest heaving from the exertion.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I want to hear you beg for it,” she whispers against my face.
“Please, ma’am. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll be good. I just want to come.”
“And where do you want to come? In my mouth? On my face?” She runs her tongue along the length of my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Or deep inside me?”
Fuck, I’m going to lose it. A long, rumbling groan aches against my throat as it makes its way out.
“Wherever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”