Page 193 of Made Better Together

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This time, the burn doesn’t fade much at all when he turns off the vibrator.

I need…I want to touch myself…bring myself to orgasm. Or at least give myself a little friction.

“Permission to move, Sir?”

He peers at me, shaking his head no. “Stay still, Rosy. There are two more minutes left, and you’re doing wonderfully. Unless you want to use your safe word?”

Two minutes. On the other end, his approval. “No, Sir.”

“Alright.” He takes off his glasses and cleans them on his discarded T-shirt. “I need to watch every detail as your present makes your body shiver.” He grins at me as he slips them back on.

That smile is motivation to fight off the climax that threatens to come more earnestly the next time. The intense throbbing is still there, but I let my mind enjoy the peace of doing just as he said. As he asked.

Something happens as I fully hand over my focus to his command, in the face of the intense need I’m experiencing. The aching pleasure shifts to the right side of uncomfortable.

The pull to orgasm, now a steady thrum promising to deliver something more.

The burn when he stops the vibrator, now a signal I’m that much closer to obedience.

The concern I’ll fail in fighting off my climax fades, replaced by a smooth haze of purpose to follow his order.

These shifts, they’re euphoric.

Even when he shortens the breaks as we near midnight, I’m riding through the wave of sensations. My whole body feels like it’s floating on a cloud…

I’m so lost in my own feelings that when I hear the squirt of a bottle during a break, I don’t pay attention. On the next cycle, though, I see he’s stroking his cock.

He spots me looking, and the corners of his lips turn up. “Taking care of you and myself tonight, beauty.”

His explanation barely sinks in, since I’m in a fog. The next round is when his words register.

“You did it, Rosy. This time, come at the end. When the count is zero. I will too.” He’s stroking his cock vigorously now, eyes on me.

A few seconds later, his hand comes off his cock, and taps his phone before he circles his erection once more. The vibrator he’s positioning on me with the other hand starts pulling on my clit again.

Ten.

You’re allowed to come this time.

Nine.

The permission unlocks the steady state I’ve been in.

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