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“Please,” I groan, my cock pulsing as if it’s straining to reach her. “Touch me, butterfly. Fuck,please.”
“Yes,” she breathes, licking her palm.
Her hand is soft and warm as she wraps it around my shaft, and I exhale hard, almost like the breath has been punched out of me.
She strokes me slowly, working my length up and down, rubbing her palm over the head as she comes back down. The precum leaking out of my cock helps slick the way even more, and each movement makes sparks shoot down my spine.
It’s a little embarrassing, although my stamina is much better than it used to be… but I could come just from this. Just from her touching me a little, just from watching the way her face transforms with desire as she watches my cock slip between her fingers.
She squeezes a little, and my breath catches as the pleasure rushes over me.
“Willow, I—” The words get caught in my throat, and I moan again, bucking up into her touch even more. “Fuck.”
“Not yet,” she tells me, slowing her hand down a bit. “I want to see how much you can take. Is that okay?”
Truthfully, I feel like I’m already wound so tight I’m about to snap. But this is about her taking back her power.
Letting her have control over me was the whole point.
So I nod, giving her the green light, and she grins, starting to stroke me faster again.
Her hand flies over my cock, working me up, building the heat in my veins into a raging fire. Then she suddenly slows down again, making my entire body lurch with shock of the change. It’s almost too much, and there’s something about the uneven way she’s jacking me off that makes my pulse race, keeping me off balance.
But it’s not bad. It feels too incredible for that.
“There you go,” Willow murmurs, looking almost transfixed as she watches me. “Your cock is so beautiful, Vic. I swear I’ve never seen you this hard. I love how you feel in my hand, velvety soft and so thick.”
Even her words turn me on. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, barreling toward it—
And then she stops again.
I make a low noise of frustration, breathing hard now. My cock aches, dripping freely, and my balls are tight as my thigh muscles clench.
“Fuck,” I gasp out. “Fuck, fuck,fuck. You’re… diabolical.”
“How badly do you want to come?” she whispers, and I can tell she’s enjoying this. I am too, even if it also feels like I’m about to die.
“I’m so close. I’m so—fuck, butterfly, I need—”
“I’m going to give it to you,” she promises, her voice raspy in a way that tells me she’s just as worked up as I am. “Your cock is so hard, Vic. I can feel how bad you want it. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
“I already—”
My voice breaks off in a choked grunt as she starts to jerk me off again.
It’s such a fucking gorgeous sight, watching her take control like this. She looks intent as she works me up, watching my face, listening to the sounds I’m making. She takes it all in, observing every detail just like I would if I were in her place, so that she’ll know when to pull back and keep me on the edge.
It goes on for a couple more rounds, and each time she denies me, my need just ratchets up higher. I can’t hold back the groans spilling from me, and my words come out rough-edged and jagged, so desperate for her to finish it. To let me come.
I’ve never begged before, but I’m fuckingpleadingnow. The words fall from my lips easily as my body arches and bucks, my wrists twisting in the ropes.
Willow is breathing hard, and she makes a low, needy noise herself. Finally, she lets go of my cock, and I pant, my entire body screaming in protest at the loss of her touch.
She gets off the bed, and I open my mouth to ask what she’s doing, but then she starts stripping off her clothes.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so gorgeous. You’re perfect, butterfly. I need you. Please, I need—”
“I know,” she says soothingly. “I need you too. I promised I’d make you feel good, remember?”
