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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she snaps.

“That’s not begging,” I taunt, my grip on the gun tightening. “I want to hear you. I want you to admit how much you want this.”

Izel scoffs. For a moment, she seems to be contemplating letting go of her needs. I can see her weighing the humiliation against the pleasure, trying to decide if it’s worth it.

Sensing her hesitation, I slow down the movement of the gun, teasing her with the barest hint of sensation.

“You’re stronger than this, right?” I continue. “You don’t need to come. You don’t need me.”

Izel’s resolve wavers, and her eyes flutter as she tries to shut out the sensations. I twist the gun slightly, just enough to send a shiver of pleasure through her, and she gasps, her hips twitching involuntarily.

“Fine,” she whispers. “I want it. I need it. I need to come.”

“That’s a start,” I say, resuming the slow, deliberate movement of the gun. “But I want more. I want you to beg.”

“Please, Richard,” she starts. “Let me come. I need it.”

“More,” I demand, pulling the gun out slightly, teasing her, just grazing her entrance.

“Please,” she repeats, louder this time, more urgent. “Please, I need to come. I need you to make me come.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, sliding the gun back in slowly, torturously. Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to take more of it.

I start moving the gun again, slowly at first, then faster, thrusting it in and out of her. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, her body arching towards me, chasing the release I’m still holding just out of reach.

“Do you feel that?” I taunt. “Do you feel how close you are? How much you need this?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

But I do stop, holding the gun deep inside her, pressing it against her inner walls. I can feel her muscles clenching around it, trying to draw it deeper, trying to create the friction she craves.

“Why did you stop?” she pleads.

“Because I want to hear you beg some more,” I taunt. “Tell me exactly what you want. Be specific.”

I decide to tease her even further. I push the gun slightly back inside her, only to mercilessly pull it out, a wicked tease that has her whining and pleading for more. I repeat the motion, drawing out her desperation.

Her cheeks flush with humiliation, but she complies. “I want you to fuck me with the gun,” she whispers. “I want to come so badly. Please, Richard, fuck me and let me come.”

“Good girl,” I say again, starting to move the gun inside her once more, faster, harder this time.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room, her body writhing against mine as she chases the climax I’ve been denying her. I keep thrusting, watching her, savoring every moment of her surrender.

I can feel how hard I am. My cock throbs with an intensity that’s maddening. But I know Izel wasn’t comfortable with me using my fingers, and I’m certain my cock doesn’t stand a chance. So, for now, I’m content to let her lose herself in the sensations.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let go. Come for me.”

Her scream of release is loud and raw, and her entire body is convulsing as the orgasm crashes over her. I keep moving the gun, drawing out her pleasure, making her ride the waves of ecstasy until she’s spent and trembling in my arms.

I pull the gun out slowly, the metal slick with her arousal. I look down at her, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I bring it to her lips and taunt, “Lick it clean, baby.”

But she’s not one to give in easily, and she’s still refusing to obey. So, I decide to take control once more. I force the gun inside her mouth, and she licks it as commanded.

Fuck, I never thought my service gun could be used like this.

Once we’ve caught our breath, Izel slowly eases herself away from my grip. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes and her legs wobble slightly from the orgasm she’s just had.

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