Fiction: Don't

Don’t you fucking dare cum.

I don’t care how close you are. I don’t care how good my cock feels in you. I don’t care how much you need it, crave it and want it, you are not fucking climaxing till I do.

Until you feel me shoot off inside you, until you hear me groan, until you feel my seed invading you, you will not cum. No matter how close, no matter how near your own orgasm is, you will deny yourself. You will do it for me or you will fucking pay.

Because if you do, if you dare cum now you little slut, I will start over. I will pull out and start back over again from scratch. I’ll spank you all over again till you have fresh tears. I’ll put those clamps right back on your nipples and I don’t care how tender they are now. I will drag you around the room again by the hair and put you back over the couch, back against the wall and onto the floor again before I drag you back to bed. I’ll tie you down to my bed like you hadn’t just spent half an hour there. Out will come the flogger, the clothespins and the paints and we’ll go through the process all over again till you’re begging me to enter you.

Just take my cock. Just take it as I thrust and push deeper. Feel my hands and mouth and be my fucktoy. You are nothing but a towel to catch my seed. You’re just a squirming moaning place for my cock to go into. Take my cock, my abuse and my lust.

Forbid your pleasure. Hold it. Put it away. Deny everything your body is going through simply because I told you not to. I don’t have a reason, I don’t need one. I just told you no.

Don’t you dare fucking cum.