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“What do want?” he growled.

“I want to come! I NEED to come!” I cried, nearly in tears from frustration.

“Alright. I’ll let you come… but only if you do what I say. Do you agree?”

At that point, I’d have done whatever he wanted.

“Yes – yes! Anything!”

“Alright – but don’t come until I tell you. Agreed?”

“Okay, yes, okay!” I cried out.

He used the Voice again, growling, “Look at me the whole time.”

I looked at him. It felt like I was stoned, it was so hard to focus on him.

“Don’t come,” he ordered.

“I won’t,” I moaned.

Suddenly, he gave it to me –

The delicious fucking bliss of his finger pressing firmer against me –

But I’d promised not to come.

The Voice had told me not to.

But it was so hard –

I could feel my entire body begging, weeping, screaming, trembling for release –

“DON’T COME,” the Voice snarled.

I was drowning in his gaze…

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

I gritted my teeth and went through heaven and hell all at once – wanting it so bad, but holding myself back.

He was rubbing me harder now, making it that much more difficult to hold on.

OH FUCK

“DON’TCOME!”the Voice roared, and his eyes were the only thing I could see.

I couldn’t hold on anymore. It was too much.

“OH GOD!” I screamed.

I felt like I might rip apart the scarves around my arms –

When suddenly his fingers filled me up, thicker and better than any cock I’d ever felt –

And a stroke on my clit that made me go insane –

As he whispered, “Come for me.”

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