Mustn’t come, mustn’t come. Keep moving, changing position, rhythm, anything to prevent the climax.
If she came, he’d spank her. She imagined herself across his lap on the commander’s chair, the seat of his power. The picture in her mind created a wave of goosebumps erupting across her flesh.
She came and the suddenness stunned her. She’d not even had a chance to plead with him. He would feel the orgasm along the full length of his buried shaft—a multitude of spasms, strong and conspicuous, accompanied b
y her stifled screech.
He flexed his hand—his intention was obvious.
* * *
Mason lifted her off his cock and aching balls, swung her face down over his knees, and started to spank her ass while the orgasm continued to affect her. Spanked in the middle of an orgasm was not the same as a spanking that built up to an orgasm. Her ass would be sensitized, unwilling to relax and take the spanking. Each noisy wallop left an outline of his hand until they merged into a blur of redness. He alternated between each cheek, rattling off the slaps without pausing.
He’d promised a punishment and Mason believed in delivering on his word.
“Ow, ow. I’m sorry. I tried,” she howled.
“No. You. Did. Not.” He emphasized his statement with firm smacks. “I was watching you.”
She sniffed. “It’s not fair. You made me come.”
He answered that accusation with a flurry of smacks. “I sat very still and held you.” He’d kept his hands off her as much as possible, he’d not kissed her or enticed her. She humped him, not the other way around.
She squirmed, but with her wrists still bound there was little to do but hold position. “You twisted my nipples.”
More slaps echoed around the room. “To get you to focus on something other than your pussy.” He halted and circled her bottom with sweeps of his palm. “A little pain in another place can distract. It wasn’t my intention to trick you. I bound you, because your itchy little fingers were desperate to touch me. I guess it didn’t help.”
She lifted her head, showed him the tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t know how to do this. Please help me.”
Mason sighed, the kind of exhale that meant relief, not disappointment. He hated seeing her cry. It wasn’t ever his intention to leave her emotionally weakened or fragile, only contrite and thoughtful. He eased her up, returning her to her original position. She perched her sore behind on his lap. He whisked aside the rogue locks of her hair framing her pretty face and ran his forefinger along the outline of her cheek and chin.
“Don’t think of your orgasm, think of mine,” he said.
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do. Make me come. That’s what I want you to do. When you shift your focus onto my needs, you’ll deflect your own.” He traced the lower lip of her fuckable mouth and she parted her lips, revealing her brilliantly white teeth. He tapped the lip. “When you sucked my cock, you had it. I so wanted to come. Try again. This time, let me guide you, not the other way around.”
He released her arms with a click of the button. “Put them on my shoulders and feel the rhythm.” His cock easily filled her drenched pussy as she lowered herself into place, aided by the supportive grip of her waist.
When she stroked his cock with the walls of her vagina, she chafed his sensitive glans and when she clenched around him, he felt the squeeze, the tightness he needed.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Slowly build, don’t rush. When I pant, I’m close.”
She nodded and stared into his eyes. The tears had gone and in their place, she glowed. Her hot body radiated more than heat. She was on fire. Her breasts bounced right before his eyes, a perfect accompaniment to her increasingly energetic bobbing.
It didn’t take long for him to feel the urge, the need was overwhelming.
“Please, please,” she whimpered. “I feel your heat—”
“Come now, quickly.” He held his breath as he pumped a load of hot cum deep inside her contracting pussy.
Both of their orgasms were long. Mason savored it by hugging her to his chest, allowing her racing heartbeats to mingle with his own. He kissed her head and murmured into her ear, “Well done.”
His cock waned, slipped out of her pussy, and he bundled her into his arms and held her as she appeared to doze. Occasionally, he reached out to make a course adjustment, especially when an asteroid hurtled a little too close for comfort.
After an hour or so, she stirred and shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.