“Pull on them,” he says.
My hands obey his commands almost without me telling them to. I cry out as another spike of pain and longing floods me.
“Don’t stop working on your nipples. Now tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says.
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I know exactly what I want him to do to me, and that’s not the problem. I have no issues telling him what I want. The problem is I am so desperate for release that I can barely speak.
“Now, Robin,” Denton says.
He’s getting impatient, annoyed that I didn’t obey him. My clit pulses in response to his tone and I make a low moan.
“I … I want you to fill my pussy. I want you to make me yours,” I say in ragged half sentences around my gasping.
“You are mine, Robin. Your pussy is mine.”
Another rush of wetness comes. I can hear the lust in Denton’s voice. He sounds almost slurred as he speaks again.
“Move your hand lower. Run your nails over your stomach and cup your pussy. Don’t touch your clit until I tell you that you can.”
I run my fingers down my body, arching my back slightly as the tickling sensation sends more shivers running through me. My hand reaches my pussy and I cup it. It drives me wild. I need to touch myself, but he said I can’t. I have to obey him, but I have to get some relief from this maddening, delicious feeling.
“Where are your hands?”
“One is on the bed and the other one is cupping my pussy.”
“I think you’ll find that’s my pussy. And why is your other hand on the bed? I don’t remember telling you to stop working your nipple.”
My hand goes back to my nipple and begins working on it again. It’s still hard and sensitive from the last round of torturous pleasure, and I grit my teeth as a new wave of stinging electricity passes through me.
“Keep your hand flat and move your hips. Fuck your hand,” Denton says.
My hips begin to move, slowly at first and then faster, harder. The movement and my cupped hand do nothing to release me. It just makes me more frustrated. The movement stimulates my clit enough to make me want more, but not enough to push me over the edge. I keep moving, pressing my pussy onto my hand as hard as I can.
“What do you want, Robin?” Denton asks.
“I want to come,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
“Stop touching yourself,” he says.
It takes every bit of willpower I have to pull my hands away. I lie on my back, my arms at my sides, breathing in long ragged gasps. My heart is racing and my whole body feels as though it’s on fire.
“Roll over and lie on your front.”
I do. I fold my arms in front of me and rest my chin on them. It’s the only way I can be sure I won’t slip up and let them touch me.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I want to lick you all over,” I reply. “I want to tease every inch of you. I’ll run my tongue across your thighs, over your stomach. I’ll suck on your sack, making you writhe in pleasure. I’ll run my nails over your body, bringing your nerve endings to life. And when you think you can’t take any more, I’ll finally suck your cock. I’ll take it all in, sucking on it like my life depends on it. And when you’re ready to come, I’ll release you and have you come over me.”
My voice is husky as I tell him what I want to do to him. I can hear his breathing quickening as I talk, and he moans, spurring me on.
“And then I’ll lay you on your back and straddle you, rubbing my pussy up and down your cock until it’s hard again.”
His breath catches and he moans my name. His desire makes me crazy for him. As I talk, I buck my hips, grinding myself hard into the mattress.
“Then I’ll roll over and pull you on top of me. And you’ll fuck me until you can’t take any more.”
“Get up onto your knees,” Denton says.
He is still breathing hard. Hearing it turns me on even more, and I can almost feel his breath against my neck. I can almost feel him kissing my neck, my collarbone. As I push myself onto my knees, I can almost feel his body behind mine, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. I swallow hard as I kneel on the bed, facing the headboard and the wall behind it.
“Lift yourself up so your ass isn’t touching your feet and spread your knees.”
I do. It makes me feel kind of vulnerable. I am alone, naked, and in a rather compromising position. The notion sends another wave through me and I feel myself getting wetter. I moan.