Control

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What sliver of darkness grows behind her steel iris when twitching cock pauses, breath leaves no trace, a jaw-clenched whimper when her hands settle in place. Consider her lips full and ripe, your tip weeping for its reward. Swollen, throbbing, searching, her hands firm squeeze forcing, your pitiful begging from dry lips.

Gasps escape at first strike. Again she sends stinging strikes. Cheeks burning, eyes closed, her grip never wavers.

The hand controls and cajoles, bringing mumbles painful. Her eyes tell you no, you may not. Slow she says, slow and wait.

Hips offering, pleading, needing, touch is replaced. Cold, empty air, she will watch you writhing. Painful desperation building, blood rushing to fill and solidify but she will not continue.

You disappoint and frustrate. If you release she will start afresh until you perform to her needs. She sits astride and growls, watching for your small death.

Eyes bright and feverish, a challenge she throws, you do not let go. Your teeth are on this painful hedge, yearning for its ending. How much more? Shallow breath hissing, you search for those dark eyes, unblinking and granite.

My good boy, three words uttered.