CONTENT NOTE: Sexual fantasy theme. All parties are consenting adults.

I tease you, edge you, until you’re a whimpering mess, tied to the chair and gagged.

‘Come on, don’t cum yet…’ I stroke my finger through your sweat-soaked hair, ‘You don’t want me to punish you now, do you?’

Your chest pants as you concentrate on not cumming. If you do before I say, I’ll ruin it for you. You won’t feel a thing. You like it when I do that, though. We both love it when I punish you.

You like when I edge you too and just leave you tied, before fucking you, tied to the chair as you are now, orgasm after orgasm while your cock stays rock hard, begging for release.

Your eyes glaze over and close as I grip your cock, solid, purple and veined. I take you into my mouth, taking my time with you. Your legs tense under my hands. I slap the top of your thigh hard.

‘No cumming.’ I order. Your eyes scrunch closed. ‘Relax into it. Accept it.’

I start again. Gently sucking, watching your taut, defined muscles relax against the restraints. You moan softly.

‘That’s it…Good boy.’

I love how after taking you the edge, again, and again, you just give into it. I revel in your soft moans, the near silent submission. You are mine. Mine to use and fuck as I see fit.

Releasing you from my mouth with a loud, popping sound, I lift my skirt. No panties, just how you like. Straddling the seat, I take your cock and slowly, lower on to you.

I’m not gentle. You love it when I’m ruthless like this. Your muffled moans make my clit throb as I bounce on your cock, pulling down my corset and pushing my breasts in your face.

I ride you until I cum, again and again, basking in your moans responding to mine. Your head rests back against the chair, hips stiffening as you get ready to cum. But just as you do…

I get off you. You beg and plead, muffled by the gag for me to get back on and ride you. But I merely shake my head, a wicked glint in my eye.

‘I never said you could cum, baby.’

I circle my finger over your tip. Your eyes flutter closed with a moan. I smile.

‘That’s it…Good boy.’