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The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.
“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.
His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.
There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.
His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him. “Please,” he gasped…
An Afternoon Of Forced Draining
The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.
“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.
His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.
There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.
His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him.
“Please,” he gasped, his knuckles turning white, his body trembling under the demand of continuous pleasure.
“You don’t stop until I tell you to,” I reminded him, a slow, devious smile curving my lips. I shifted closer, resting a cool palm against his cheek, leaning in so he could feel the warmth of my breath against his ear. “Keep going.”
Driven by the rhythm of my voice, he pushed through the exhaustion, his touch growing more frantic as sensory overload consumed him. I watched every flicker of intensity cross his face, reveling in the maddening control of making him unravel for me again and again, and again. Stretching the bliss out until the line between pleasure and agony completely dissolved.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449