You're kneeling on the bed, waiting for me, when I enter the room.

I'm barefoot, of course, and moving quietly, so with the blindfold on you don't know that I'm here yet, and I can take my time to examine you.

I think I've seen you before. We haven't met, but you look familiar. Someone I've seen at parties, I think, maybe a friend of a friend. You of course have no idea who I am, thanks to the blindfold, and you'll never know for sure.

I think you're worried about how you look to me. There's a slight tension to the way you're holding yourself. You're trying to present yourself to me, showing off your best features. Your back is straight, your chest slightly jutting out to show off your breasts. Your breasts are lovely, certainly, and I will spend a great deal of time on them later, but I'm afraid it's not the best pose. It's artificial, tense. It's the pose of someone trying their very best to impress, but not really understanding how others see them.

I think you're gorgeous, of course. As to the rest, well, we'll relax you.

You have thick, chestnut brown, hair that I can't wait to run my hands through. It's up in a tight bun, which is a good look on you but oddly formal for the setting. I look in the corner, where you've neatly laid your clothes, and see a very fetching black dress and high heels. Have you come here from a party, or did you just want to make sure you felt sexy for this?

It doesn't matter. Your hair will definitely be coming out of that bun later.

You look uncertain. You're slightly biting your lip, in anticipation. There's some excitement on your face, certainly, but this is a strange and new experience for you, and while you wait your mind has been racing, thinking through the best and the worst that can happen.

You know what this will be like from talking to the others. You know you're safe here, but beyond that you don't know what to expect.

I glance downwards. Your cunt has some idea of what to expect, certainly. It's exposed to me by the way you're kneeling, and I can see it lightly flushed and swollen in arousal, with just a hint of wetness visible. If I touched you there, I don't think you'd be quite ready for me yet, but it wouldn't take much.

Not yet, though.

I continue to explore your body with my eyes. You have a lovely curvy build, and I'm very much looking forward to exploring those curves more directly, finding out just how you feel under my hands, finding out what you taste like.

I break the silence. "Hello". You startle, and open your mouth to reply before remembering you're not allowed to speak.

I walk over to you and get up on the bed, sitting down behind you. You feel the bed move under my weight.

"I'm just going to put my hand on your back now."

It's not a question, of course, so I don't wait for your reply, and place my hand in the middle of your back, touching lightly at first to get you used to the contact, then pressing firmly against your skin. My touch is firm enough to support you and you lean into me slightly, and I can feel how tense your muscles are right now.

You're wearing a lovely scent. Warm and spicy. Cinnamon and orange. I bend my head down to the base of your neck. I don't touch you, yet, but you can feel my breath on your skin. I breathe you in deeply. Even under the scent you're wearing you smell delicious.

"You know the rules, but I'm going to repeat them for you anyway to make sure. First, you're not allowed to speak unless I tell you to. I won't hold anything involuntary against you too much, but beyond that, nothing. You're definitely not allowed to beg, and believe me you will want to. Say 'Yes I understand' now."

Your breath catches slightly before you speak, but you manage to say "Yes I understand". I can definitely hear excitement in your tone. You're practically quivering under my hand.

"The only exception is that at any time you can say "stop" and I will stop instantly, and I will leave. Someone will come in to talk to you and take care of you if you need it, but it won't be me. This only lasts as long as you want it to last. This is the only power you have here. Everything else will be under my control. Say 'Yes I understand' now."

You repeat yourself, more confidently. "Yes, I understand."

"Good, then let's begin."

You're expecting intensity, but that's not what this is about, not yet. You don't know me, but I need you to trust me enough to show yourself. I could force that if I wanted. You're in my power now, and it wouldn't be hard to get you so turned on you can't help yourself, and I will eventually, but we should build up to that.

So for now all I do is slide my hand from your back to your stomach, and put my other arm around you. I kiss you on the back of your neck, first gently, then firmly. You gasp slightly at the sensation. Good. I love sensitive necks.

I pull you back into my arms. It brings you a little off balance, and I can tell you're not entirely comfortable with that.

"Don't worry, you're safe. Just relax into me."

I guide you out of a kneeling position, let you stretch your legs out in front of you and get comfortable, and you lean back into my embrace. You can feel the warmth of my body against yours as I hold you, feel our skin press together. You can feel my cock against the small of your back. You gasp, slightly, when you realise how hard I am for you already.

You will feel far more of my cock later, but it's not time for that yet.

As you relax into me, I start to speak. My voice is low and soft. Not quite whispering, but if my lips were not right next to your ear you might strain to hear me. As it is, I'm so close you can feel my breath as I speak, and you can hear me quite clearly. My voice is calm and reassuring, but you can hear a hint of just how much I am delighting in you.

"You're trying to anticipate what's coming. Don't. Whatever it is, you can't influence it. You don't have to make any decisions now. Until we stop, you've handed all control over to me, so why worry?"

The way I'm holding you, I can feel your every reaction. You tense a little at first, fighting the notion of giving up control, but then you seem to come to a realisation - perhaps remembering that you can stop this at any time - and relax further into me.

You lie against me for some time. You don't know how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? The combination of arousal and relaxation you're feeling is almost like being high, and you relax deeper into it, surrendering all control to me. Things will move forward when I decide they will, and all you can do is wait in my arms until then.

I hold you, firmly, breathing in your lovely scent. My cock is pressed up hard against you, and you can feel the tip of it is wet with precum. I want to fuck you so badly right now, but I have better control than that, and the anticipation will make it so much better when I finally do.

After an eternity, or possibly a few minutes, I take my hands off you and reach up to your hair, and start to remove the pins holding it in place. You make a little noise of protest, but know better than to say anything. You should have known that your hair would never make it out of this intact, really.

Part way through, with your hair not fully down but fully in disarray, I stop. Instead of continuing with your hair, I place a kiss on the back of your left ear, and then your neck behind it. I run a trail of kisses down your neck. Sometimes my kisses are faint, sometimes intense. I take my time over it, delighting in the feel and the taste of your skin.

Eventually I find what I'm looking for. I was right, your neck is very sensitive, and I enjoy exploring that. From your gasps, I know you did too. But you knew your neck was this sensitive. Did you know how sensitive you were, at the top of your back, just between your neck and your shoulders? From the surprised tone to your first moan, I don't think you did. I spend a lifetime kissing you there, making sure you do now. It's not an obvious place to try, but your body is rewarding my careful exploration.

"You see, this is why you shouldn't try to anticipate. Tonight we're going to find ways to make you feel good that you never knew were possible."

I kiss your back one final time on each side, just to remind you of that, and return my attention to your hair. I take out the final clips, and an elastic, and carefully tease apart the rest of the bun. Your hair falls down. It's not as long as I expected, but still goes well past your shoulders. I run my fingers through it a few times. Partly to straighten it, but mostly to feel it. You make a contented noise as I do. It's not arousal, exactly, but it is delightfully sensuous.

I thread my fingers into your hair and grip, lightly. Not to pull, just to take hold.

"I liked the bun. It was very classy. But it's not who you are tonight. Tonight, you don't get to hold yourself apart. You will show me everything, and I will get to shape you into exactly how I want to, and we'll find out who you really want to be."

To emphasise, I kiss you again on your back, on your new found sensitive area. Most of my kisses before were gentle, exploratory. This one is firm, powerful. Just as you're expecting me to pull back, I intensify it instead, opening my mouth around you and biting down, just to show how much you are under my power.

It doesn't hurt, not much, but you cry out loudly anyway.

I keep my hands on your shoulders, thumbs lightly touching where you're sensitive, as I disentangle myself from you, and gently guide you to lying down on the bed.

I reach down and kiss your lips. It's not what you were expecting at all. I kiss you softly, gently. It's not without passion, but more tender than intense. You're reaching towards me, trying to deepen the kiss, but I pull back as you do.

I don't completely stop touching you, and have one hand on your shoulder. It's important not to lose touch completely, but this is the furthest you've felt from me since the beginning since the start. Are you craving for me to touch you more?

Instead I use the distance to look you over. Your skin is flushed, slightly glistening with sweat, but that's not what I notice most. Your whole posture has changed. Not because you're lying down, but because you've stopped hiding. You're no longer trying to put on your best self for me, you just are your best self. You're no longer holding yourself in anticipation of what comes next, you're just openly trusting that whatever I give you next you will want it. You were gorgeous before, but now you're stunning. And mine.

I know how it will feel to hear this, so I tell you.

"God, you're stunning."

You're not allowed to speak, but you do moan a little in response."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

You open your mouth to speak but realise I haven't told you to you can and stop.

"You can speak to answer direct questions."

"Yes! Yes please."

It's practically a gasp.

"Well, I can only answer such a polite request one way..."

I pause. You're trembling. You spread your legs in anticipation. You've felt just how hard I am for you, and I can see your cunt, exposed for me, and you're not just slightly aroused now. I could slide straight into you and fuck you hard without a moment's notice. You want me to, and you know I'm going to.

"No. I'm not going to fuck you yet."

I'm very much enjoying the range of sounds I can draw from you. This one is a whimper.

I plant a kiss at the base of your neck. You moan delightfully, but it doesn't seem to be as sensitive as I'd expected. Sensitive, certainly, but with you as aroused as you are right now where on your body isn't?

I could explore your neck further. I'm sure I could draw out more of a reaction than that, but instead I succumb to the temptation of your breasts. Your nipples are hard for me, and I can't resist the urge to find out how sensitive they are.

They are very sensitive. I brush a thumb across one, then the other, and you gasp, arching your back under my touch.

I gently grasp one breast, cupping it lightly in my hand, and cover the nipple with my thumb. I touch lightly at first, watching and listening to how you respond to find out just how firm you like. A little firmer then? Good. I trace small circles with my thumb, first around your nipple, exploring your sensitivity there. Soon, I find exactly the rhythm you like. More back and forth than circles.

You, of course, knew your nipples were sensitive, but did you know they could be this sensitive? They need to studied, carefully, and then touched in just the right way. This way.

I could have grabbed them, hard. Certainly I wanted to. You might have enjoyed that, but I don't think I could have brought you to any height of ecstasy that way. Do you? You might have enjoyed anything I did here, but this way I have you writhing for me.

Your gasps are coming faster. The more I stroke, the more sensitive you become. I watch your face carefully, looking for the line when ecstasy passes into discomfort.

The way you're writhing and gasping as I stroke your nipple almost makes me think I could make you cum this way. I don't think I can, but I'm not sure. I doubt you are either.

Even if you can't, I'm sure you want to. You were begging me to fuck you before. How much do you want me to now?

My cock is so hard for you, dripping with precum. I want to fuck you as badly as you want me to. It's not just you I'm having to control. But I have more than enough control for both of us, and I am not going to fuck you until it's time.

You, of course, know none of this. You're still securely blindfolded and cannot see how hard I am for you, and besides are far too distracted by the sensation of me massaging your nipple.

I can hear the change in your tone when it starts to get too much. You're still moaning in pleasure, but there's just a hint of discomfort under it. You're still writhing delightfully, but with a hint of trying to pull away, so I slow down, then take my thumb away entirely. I'm still cupping your breast, gently, but without the stroking that had such a powerful effect on you.

You let out a sigh, half ecstasy, half relief, as I stop. And then I bend over and kiss your breast, first lightly, then taking your nipple into my mouth and sucking on it, running my tongue over it. You buck under me, and let out an animal cry.

Not an orgasm, I think, but I doubt you're sure either.

I remove my mouth and hand from your breast, maintaining contact but trailing my hand down to rest lightly on your chest, just below your breasts, and let you relax for a moment. I give you time to get your breathing under control, and let your trembling subside. A moment's peace, after the intensity you've just experienced.

Then I start on your other breast.

I lose myself in you for a time. Your breasts are lovely, of course, but what I'm actually fascinated by is how strongly you're reacting to them. I'm seeing your pleasure unguarded and fully under my control, because you can't help but give it to me. I'm studying you intently, learning everything you show me. Listening to the sound of your voice, watching how you move, beginning to understand how you are in the throes of pleasure. This will be especially important later, but for now it's riveting.

I think you almost tell me to stop. I'm deliberately pushing you past where you think the limits of your pleasure are. You have limits, certainly, but I don't think we've nearly reached them.

Perhaps you think I am giving you more than you can take and nearly cry stop, but then remember the rules. Stop doesn't mean that I stop what I'm doing now. It means stop entirely. You can stop this at any time, but then you'll never get to feel me fuck you.

Perhaps you think about it anyway. I see uncertainty cross your face as you struggle to think past the ecstasy bordering on agony. I can see you struggling. I could back off. I don't. Instead I pinch down on your nipple and twist it lightly. You practically scream.

I grasp your other breast as well, and begin alternating between the two. First I stroke one nipple, then the other. You're so sensitized at this point it must be almost impossible to take it.

You open your mouth to speak. To tell me to stop? I stop stroking. If you tell me to, I will stop. Instantly. That was my promise to you and, as disappointed as I will be, I will hold to it.

The sudden absence of attention makes you gasp, and pause. I can imagine what's going on in your head: You know you can make me stop, and you half want to, but if you do then... I will stop. And as difficult as it is for you to manage this level of pleasure, you can't bear to say no to it. You close your mouth, and your face relaxes as I see you decide to trust me, and to commend your pleasure to my control.

I resume stroking your nipples. Not for long. We really have found your limits here for now I think. I just want to make you understand that I could. If you want this pleasure to continue, it is on my terms, not yours. It is my decision to stop, not yours.

But I do decide to stop. As much as I am enjoying it, this is beginning to become the wrong sort of torture for you, I think.

So I slide my hands off your breast, and down your sides, gently stroking you as I go.

You start to relax, but we're not done yet. I begin to kiss your breasts. Not your nipples, those are far too sensitive now, but I kiss you lightly all around the rest of them. The tops, the sides. I lift your breasts up to kiss underneath them. You're surprised at how sensitive you are there. I'm not. You don't get enough attention there to be used to it, normally.

At last, I have mercy, and pull back from your breasts. Your sigh as I do is only mostly relief. You're shaking from arousal, and from released tension. You have no idea how long I've been holding you in that state at this point. Neither do I.

I lie down beside you, and pull you to me. You feel your breasts, still so sensitive, pressed against my chest. You feel my arms wrapped around you, holding you firmly. You feel my cock pressed against you, and start to realise just how much self control I've been exerting to stop from fucking you. How much I still am.

As your trembling starts to subside, I loosen one arm from its grasp of you and start to stroke your body. Normally I would have done this long before, but I became distracted by you. Still, there's plenty of time to explore, and you're so aroused now that you'll have new sensitivities I would never have discovered before.

I trace a finger across the small of your back. It's usually a sensitive area, but I don't think you'd normally gasp like that as I do. Perhaps you would? I'll never know. This will be the only night we have together, so I'll never get to experience how sensitive you are normally. But as you are now, I will enjoy the experience. I lightly stroke you there some more, trailing my fingers along you, touching lightly, drawing little circles where you make a particularly pleasing noise.

I trace my fingers downwards. The curve of your ass is delightful. Both for my own sake and for the way your breath catches and you press into me as I do. I grasp more tightly, and surprise a loud moan out of you as I do. A hint of fingernails has you clinging to me, whimpering gently.

My hands explore further. I trace the curve of your spine. A pleased, catlike noise. I stroke your neck again, and kiss it. Ah, more sensitive now. Lightly scratching along your hips produces a very pleasing whimper.

Eventually, I can't resist any longer, and I pull back from you so I can run my hand up the inside of your leg. You widen your legs for me, desperate for me to reach up and stroke your cunt, but I stop just short, gently stroking your inner thighs. Reaching upwards, closer and closer, but never quite touching your cunt. Even your thighs are wet at this point, you're so ready for me. My hand stops just short of your cunt, and I rest it there.
You've been very good so far, but you can't help yourself. "Please?" you beg, "Please fuck me?"

I make sure my voice is appropriately stern as I respond. "Shh. No talking. And, for that, I'm afraid it will be a while longer before you get the fucking you need".

I pull my hand away from your cunt, and use the extra distance to explore your legs. I run my hands up and down them. I like how your calves feel as I grip them. You have surprisingly good calf muscles. Sports? Cycling, perhaps. It will remain a mystery.

I spend forever exploring you. After some time, I guide you to roll over onto your front, so I can explore you more from behind, especially the backs of your legs. I liked your calves, and want to explore them further.

I enjoy kissing them. They don't seem particularly sensitive - you do moan appreciatively as I kiss them, but you're moaning almost constantly right now. You're so worked up that I doubt there's a thing I could do to you that wouldn't feel amazing. But it's just a small moan.

Still, I continue kissing them. Partly for my own enjoyment, feeling how firm and smooth you are against my lips, but mostly to frustrate you. I'm sure there are a million places you would rather I touch you right now. I'm sure there's one in particular. You've spread your legs wide. Even with you lying on your front, your cunt is fully exposed to me, and I can see just how aroused you are. I know you would give almost anything for me to touch your cunt right now.

Eventually, I will.

I stop kissing your calf, and rest my hands on them. Gradually, I start stroking my way up your legs. I stroke upwards, and your breath catches, and I stop, and move back down. You know where this is going, but you've learned your lesson. You don't say a word. You know what will happen if you do.

Each time I stroke upwards, I get a little higher, a little closer to where you want me to touch. Eventually, I make it all the way up, and rest my hands on your ass.

You're whimpering so much now you're practically sobbing. You don't know how much more of this you can take. You need me to fuck you so badly.

I hold my hands there. Not grasping, just lightly resting on your ass, making you very very aware of how close they are to your cunt. You're trembling with need now, so I wait, testing your resolve not to speak.

Just before I think you're about to break, I have mercy, and I slide a hand down and bring it up between your legs. I trace a finger on the outside of your cunt, running the tip of it through your labia. I briefly circle around your clit. Your answering moan is so loud. I move my finger away, and gently insert the tip of it into your cunt, just gently parting your folds. You move your hips to try to drive me deeper, but I pull back.

"I'm going to touch your cunt properly now, but I need you to know something: If you cum when I do, I'm not going to fuck you tonight. We won't stop immediately. There's plenty more of your body for me to explore, and I will, but I won't touch your cunt again and I won't fuck you. Instead, I will get you this worked up all over again... and then I will leave. Do you understand?"

You're trembling, so focused on the feel of me finally touching your cunt, that you can barely remember how to form words. The first noise that comes out of your mouth is more like a croak. But eventually you manage.

"Y-yes. I understand."

"Good"

I slide my finger deeper into your cunt. You're so wet for me. So ready.

I feel you tighten around my finger.

"No, don't do that. Relax. If you do that you'll cum in no time, and deny me the pleasure of fucking you like you deserve."

Your breath catches and you shudder. I'm sure you don't believe you're going to be able to resist cumming, but you do your best. You breathe deeply, try to control your trembling, and visibly force yourself to relax. I just hold there, not moving my finger even slightly, until I feel your cunt loose around my finger.

I slide in a second. You cry out. I can feel your cunt try to tighten around my fingers. I can feel how hard you're trying not to. It might be the hardest thing you've ever done, but you manage.

"It's OK. Relax. Focus on my other hand."

I've moved my other hand up to the middle of the back. It's quite a contrast. One, pressed against you reassuringly, gently, the other deep in your cunt, possessively taking control over your pleasure.

You spread your legs a bit wider, trying to give yourself the space to relax. Does that help? Perhaps. After a while you manage to calm yourself. You're breathing slowly, deeply. There's a little shudder as you breathe out, and I can feel your cunt constantly trying to contract around my fingers and you holding yourself back.

I slide in a third. This time it's no cry, it's a shriek. Your hips arch involuntarily against my hand, pressing it deeper into your cunt. Can you hold back?

It seems you can, but it's so close. You're shuddering around my hand. Your cunt is practically spasming around me. It's not an orgasm... yet, but you're right on the edge of it.

"I can't. I can't."

I decide to count that as involuntary. You're doing very well after all.

"You can. Look, take a deep breath. Hold it. Good. Now, breathe out. Focus on the feeling of the breath."

You follow my instructions, and gradually I feel your body calming under and around my hands. The feeling of my fingers in your cunt must be beyond intense for you right now, but slowly, inch by inch, you take control, and you manage to pull back from the edge of the orgasm.

The noise of relief as you do is indescribable. As is the noise of horror as I push the tip of my thumb into your cunt to join the fingers already there.

I could go all the way. You're relaxed enough, and wet enough, that I think I could get my whole hand in you. I doubt you would have believed that possible. I'm surprised myself.

I don't, though, because I know full well we're at the limits of your control. Any more, and you would cum hard around my hand, and it would be glorious... and I would have to keep my promise not to fuck you. I don't want that, and neither do you.

So I just hold there, with my fingers in your cunt, and my thumb ready to push further in. You must know I could make you cum any time and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You must want to cum so badly, but you're managing to hold on anyway. You must know you're at my mercy, and that if I decide to make you cum, you will.

Do you know how long this lasts? I expect you've lost all sense of time at this point. However long it is I do, eventually remove my hand from your cunt. I can feel you struggling not cum at the feel of my fingers sliding out of you as it was when they slid in, but you manage. Good. Think how disappointed we would both be if you failed now?

"Turn over"

I keep a hand lightly touching you as you turn over, and then remove it. It's the first time since the beginning that I've not been touching you. You let out a little whimper of loss as I let go of you.

I reach over to the table beside the bed and get a condom. You can hear the crinkle of the wrapper as I open it, so you know what must be coming. You're lying there, breathing heavily, flushed and sweating. Your legs are spread wide, your cunt exposed to me and utterly dripping. You're beautiful.

My cock is so hard and so sensitive at this point that I gasp lightly myself putting the condom on. You hear me, and moan in response.

I wait. You know I'm still here, ready to fuck you, and badly wanting to fuck you, and choosing not to.

I don't wait long. I can't.

I lower myself on top of you, and slowly start to slide my cock into your cunt. I pause, with just the tip parting your lips. I've been hard for you for so long now, feeling you wrapped around the head of my cock is amazing. It's all I can do to hold back.

"You can cum whenever you want now... but if you can hold back until I tell you to, it will show me that you've learned your lessons well, and I will be very happy with you. I might even reward you after. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can hold off cumming for me for a little longer?"

Your face tells me that you do not think you can possibly hold off on your orgasm for another second. You know just how long I'm going to drag this out for. But you're in my power, and I've made you feel so good, and you don't want to disappoint me.

"I'll... try."

"Are you sure you don't want to do more than try? You know how good I can make you feel. Think how good the reward will be if you can hold off until I tell you too. Think how good it will feel having me fuck you while you stay right on the edge. Can you promise me you won't cum until I tell you to?"

You can feel my cock just inside you. I'm trembling now too. You can feel how much I want you, and how much control it's taking to stop me from thrusting deep inside you. You know I won't, until you answer.

You swallow. After a moment you can answer. "I promise."

"Good."

I thrust deep into you, filling you with the full length of my cock. I press up hard against you, pushing hard against your clit. I hold there, and whisper in your ear.

"Then cum for me."

You do, almost immediately, finally experiencing the release you've been holding off. Your first moan is loud, intense. The ones that follow are quieter, more breathless. I hold you close, pressing your body tightly against yours, feeling you shudder under me, feeling you contracting around my cock, pressing myself deep into you to draw out your orgasm.

Eventually, your shuddering subsides, and you let out a deep breath of relief. How you must have needed that release. You were holding yourself in a relaxed state before, forcing yourself not to tense up to avoid cumming too soon, but now you start to relax under me in earnest.

Which means it's now time for me to fuck you properly.

I pull most of the way out, once again leaving the head of my cock just parting the lips of your cunt. You shudder at the movement, still sensitive from your orgasm.

How sensitive are you right now, I wonder. I don't think you're too sensitive for me to fuck you, but I'm sure you think you are. We'll find out.

I can feel you anticipating again, so I wait, holding there, feeling the warmth of your cunt on the head of my cock. You're trembling a little. Maybe some of that is pleasure, but most is anticipation. What are you hoping I do, I wonder?

It doesn't matter what you're hoping though, because I know what I'm going to do. I slide my cock back into you, ever so slowly. You groan around me. Yes, quite sensitive, but I think we can make this work.

I continue slowly fucking you for a time, gradually adjusting the speed and strength of my strokes, learning your responses. The way your breath catches as I go deep. The soft, disappointed, sigh as I pull all the way out.

Eventually I find the stroke I need to drive you wild. In, firm and strong, not too fast, not too slow, pressing deep into you and holding you just long enough that you think I'm going to make you cum again, then well before the point of no return I withdraw the pressure, and pull back slowly, almost agonisingly slowly, then pause and repeat.

I vary the timing a bit, so you never know exactly when the pleasure is coming, all you know is that it will, and there will be more. There's no rhythm to focus on, nothing you can predict, all you know is that I'll be driving deep into you, again and again, with nothing you can do to control or stop it, each time pushing you towards orgasm, each time making sure that orgasm never comes.

I'm pretty sure you could still cum this way if you let yourself, but you're keeping to your promise, waiting for me to tell you to. I can feel you trying to relax yourself around my cock, riding the pleasure without succumbing to it. You're doing very well.

I, however, can't, and I think I've gone quite long enough, don't you?

I gradually change my movements, lingering less, switching to a smoother, more rhythmic, motion. I've stopped toying with you and am now just straightforwardly fucking you. You can feel the difference in the movement, of course, but you can also feel the difference in my focus. Everything before now has been for you, but this is for me.

I can feel the change in my focus too. Previously I was aware of your every sound, breath, and movement. I could feel how you reacted to me, I knew exactly what I was doing to you, how I was controlling you. Now my focus is more singular, on the feel of just how good your cunt feels to me.

I thrust in, deep, and feel you contract around my cock, squeezing the base, the familiar pleasure welling up there, promising an orgasm I've been holding off even longer than you have. I thrust in again, and again, holding nothing back, grunting softly as I thrust into you.

I do spare a thought for you though.

"I am going to cum in you soon. When I do, I want you to cum for me. No sooner, no later. Understand?"

It takes a moment for the words to make sense to you, you're so lost in the feel of my cock.

"I- yes."

"Good."

I thrust into you again, one final time, and let the pleasure take me, pressing deep within you and let my orgasm well up.

You feel me moan and shudder against you, and respond in kind, cumming for me once again. This time I am too caught up in my own pleasure to delight fully in your cries, but I hold you close and keep myself pressed deep into you, joining us together until our orgasms subside.

At last, when we have both calmed, I pull out of you, and away from you, once again temporarily leaving you alone. I get up, and quickly dispose of my condom, and look back at you on the bed.

You're sprawled there, artlessly, collapsed and completely limp. You look both blissed and wrung out. Your gorgeous brown hair is haloed around your head, with no form or structure left to it.

I think back to how you were only an hour or two ago, kneeling there, knowing what was coming, and yet so proper, trying to present yourself so well for me. So different from how you are now. There's no artifice or grace to you now, just a total unstudied, relaxed, bliss.

You're so beautiful this way.

I return to the bed, lie down next to you, and put an arm around you. The warm, contented, noise you make is almost sexier than your earlier moans. Almost.

I kiss you, deeply, passionately, forcing my mouth onto yours. You hear me moan into you, and moan in return. After all that, you thought you didn't have anything left in you, but the way I'm kissing you right now makes it clear that that you might soon be finding out if that's true.

Eventually we need to breathe, so I pull back and look at you.

You can't see me grin, but I'm sure you can hear it in my voice.

"Now, are you ready to properly get started?"