As I stroke your rigid cock with my soft hand, I can almost hear your mind pleading – beg for release, for the cathartic spasm that will wash away the torment of anticipation. But you know better, don’t you? You know that in my realm, pleasure is a cruel mistress, savoring every moment of your suffering before granting mercy.
Stretching my long, emerald gaze over your writhing form, I watch the desperation seep into your eyes. Your body arches, seeking relief, but I only tighten my grip, my fingers expertly teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft. Each maddening touch sends a thrilling jolt through you, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension builds, coiling around your core like a viper.
Your fingers dig into the sheets, and a filthy murmur escapes your lips, urging me to end this exquisite agony. Oh, but I’m far from done with you. In fact, the closer you teeter on the precipice, the more I want to push you over, to feel the sweet rush of power as I command your surrender.
With a husky chuckle, I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You’ll come when I say, not a moment before,” I whisper, the words dripping with sinful promise. “Until then, just surrender to the pleasure. Let me have my way with you.”
Your cock throbs in my hand, the head glistening with precum, an enticing beacon of your impending climax. I continue to coax it with deliberate slowness, my touch feather-light and maddeningly inconsistent. Each time you’re on the cusp of release, I withdraw, leaving you bereft and aching.
This is my game, and you’re simply a pawn in my masochistic dance. I’ll toy with you until you’re a quivering, drooling mess, utterly at my mercy. And when the time is right, I’ll bring you to the brink once more, this time not granting reprieve.
As the tension builds to a crescendo, I can feel my own desire kindling, a dark hunger to possess every inch of you. With a predatory growl, I claim your mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue delving deep to stake my claim as I work your cock with ruthless precision.
This is no gentle lover’s caress, but a dominating assault on your senses, designed to shatter your resolve. Your orgasm is mine to steal, to ruin and remake in my image. As you convulse beneath me, a hoarse cry escaping your lips, I relish the power coursing through my veins, the intoxicating rush of claiming your pleasure as my own.
In the aftermath, I linger over you, my fingers tracing possessive patterns on your sweat-slicked skin. You’re mine now, a toy broken and remade to serve my twisted desires. And as we fall into a restless slumber, entwined in the afterglow of denied release, I know that the game has only just begun.
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