Inspired by Masturbation Monday
His fingers were deep inside me stroking a fire that he controlled. He was using his other hand to stroke his hard flesh. I wanted it. Badly. I licked my lips wanting to suck him off or ride him until he released inside me.
“See something you want?”
I growled in frustration. He wouldn’t let me come and I wasn’t allowed to touch his erection. I wanted it. Needed it.
I whined. “Please, Sir.”
“No. Bad girls aren’t allowed to touch my cock.”
I slapped the bed beside me.
“Temper tantrums are what put you in this position. Do you think you should be throwing another?”
“I’m sorry. I won’t… ooooh!” I moaned. He was taking me higher and my hips welcomed the thrusts of his fingers. What was I saying?
“I don’t trust the promises of a greedy girl.”
I wanted to touch him and my hands sought him but I stopped them, needing to follow his instruction. This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I was a fiend and he was the best drug. Who could deny that?
As the spasms wrecked, my eyes were heavy, and I licked my lips again. “Please let me suck you.”
“No.” What did he mean “no”?
Frustrated I reached for him and when I was almost there, his facial expression of a disappointed scowl was enough to make me freeze. I gripped my hair feeling insane. I was getting angry but still I rode his fingers. They weren’t as amazing as his lovely penis but a girl had to deal with what she got.
“Girls that throw hissy fits don’t deserve to feel my dick inside them.”
I panted wanting it. Every time he said no, I wanted it more. Maybe I didn’t deserve it. Maybe I should act better. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled all of my clothes out of the closet because I couldn’t find what I wanted to wear. Maybe I should have controlled my anxiety better. After being scolded, I’d cleaned it all up and made it nice and pretty. That was a start, right?
I saw a bit of cum shoot from him and I leaned forward. He shook his head no as he removed his fingers from my dripping cunt. He sniffed the fingers that he’d used to fuck me and switched hands, jerking with my juices on his hand. I wanted to object. I wanted him to use me instead. I was jealous. It was upsetting yet so flipping sexy. I was mesmerized by how he enjoyed me without—me. I watched as he came, making a mess on his thighs, groin, and stomach. It could have been inside me but maybe he’d let me clean him? His eyes were closed and he was savoring the moment. Conflict ricocheted through my mind. I wanted him to always find his pleasure, I just wanted it to be with me.
When he was finished, he pulled a towel from behind him and wiped away the evidence of his orgasm. I pouted silently. How could he just…?
“Go get cleaned up. We have to get to dinner and on time. Your clothes are hanging on the back of the bathroom door.”
I nodded and scurried away. I wiped the tear from my face as the punishment finally hit home. I turned on the water of the shower and felt Him enter the bathroom. I turned facing him.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
He nodded and walked over to me. The simple kiss to my forehead warmed me. He followed it with kisses to my nose, cheeks, and finally a long lingering kiss to my lips.
“Get dressed.” With that he walked out.
I got in the shower not wanting to waste any more time. I thought about his body as he came and how it arched into his hand. A hand that was coated in me. He’d wanted me just as badly, if not more. There was satisfaction in that. Mhm… His.