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He's still looking at me with that same intense gaze as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean one after the other. The sight is almost too much to bear; it sends another wave of heat through me even though I'm left aching and empty.

"Why?" I whisper breathlessly, unable to understand why he's doing this to me—why he's denying me the release I so desperately crave.

But he doesn't answer with words. His eyes tell me everything—that this is about control. And despite the frustration coursing through me, I can't help but be captivated by him all over again.

"Virgilio," I whimper, my hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "Please..."

He applies a bit more pressure, circling my clit with agonizing slowness. "Say you won’t do anything reckless again," he commands.

"I won’t do anything reckless again," I pant out, barely able to get the words out through the haze of desire clouding my mind.

His fingers slip inside me once more, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with authority.

"I won’t do anything reckless again," I repeat, my voice trembling as I beg for release.

"Good girl," he murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out with a deliberate slowness that makes me ache for more. "Now tell me what you want."

"I want to cum," I plead, my voice breaking as the pressure inside me builds to an unbearable level. Please, Virgilio," I beg, my voice raw with need. "Please let me cum."

He shakes his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, Zoe," he says, his voice a low growl. "You need to be punished first."

My heart skips a beat at his words, but my body thrums with anticipation. His fingers move to my clitoris, and he starts to play with it gently, teasingly. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through me that make it hard to think straight.

"Virgilio," I whimper, my hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "Please..."

But instead of granting my wish, he pulls his fingers out once more, and I feel the edge of frustration again, sharp and unbearable. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear, and whispers, "You think you can just cum whenever you want, Zoe? You think you deserve it?"

My body shudders with the conflicting sensations of need and denial. "Please," I whimper again, tears of frustration pooling in my eyes.

He trails his fingers over my soaked folds, teasing me mercilessly. The denial is excruciating, and I let out a desperate moan, my body quivering with unmet need. "You have to earn it, Zoe," he growls. "And right now, you're not even close."

His fingers return to my clit, circling it with agonizing slowness. The pressure builds within me, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of the friction I crave. But just as I'm about to reach that peak again, he pulls away, leaving me trembling and empty.

"Virgilio," I cry out, my voice strained and desperate. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

"You can and you will," he replies, his voice dripping with authority. "You're going to learn patience, Zoe. You're going to learn to listen."

He moves his fingers back to my entrance, sliding them in and out with that maddening slow pace, each thrust deliberate and controlled. My body arches toward him, my need for release becoming almost unbearable.

"Do you understand now?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Do you understand what it means to truly want?"

"Yes," I pant, my voice trembling with desperation. "Yes, I understand."

"Good," he murmurs, increasing the speed of his movements ever so slightly, just enough to drive me to the brink once more. "Then beg for it."

"Please," I whisper, my voice broken. "Please, Virgilio, let me cum. I need it. I need you."

He smirks, clearly pleased with my submission. "Not yet," he says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.

He continues his slow, torturous rhythm, bringing me to the edge over and over again, only to pull back and leave me wanting. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Without letting me cum, Virgilio removes his hand from me, leaving me trembling on the brink of release. "Get on your knees," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I obey instantly, sliding off the bed and sinking to my knees before him. My body is thrumming with unfulfilled desire. I look up at him, my eyes pleading, but he just smirks down at me.

"Take me in your mouth," he orders, his eyes dark with lust.

With trembling hands, I reach up and undo his trousers, pulling them down to his hips. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and I swallow nervously before leaning in to take him into my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently as I slide my mouth down his length.

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