Your cock is beautiful – 24

“And I promise you, Mia,” I said, “It’ll be so much worse than anything I’ve done to you so far.”

She squeaked with fear, and the tone was suddenly dark again.

“I can do it.” she blurted out, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I pulled away from her, and looked down. She looked eager to please me, determined to prove herself.

“You know you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” I said, my tone serious.

“I…I’ve never lied to you.” she said, as if the idea offended her.

“Good. But I’m telling you now that you’re not allowed to.” I said. My voice was stern, and almost angry. “No matter how small or insignificant it seems, you can never lie to me, do you understand?”

“Yes.” she said, nodding, “I won’t, I won’t lie to you, I promise.”

I watched her for a second, as if deciding whether or not to believe her.

“Good.” I said, smiling suddenly.

The sudden change in my demeanor seemed to confuse her. I settled back down and pulled her close to me again. I stroked her cheek gently with one finger.

“Because the only way you’ll be able to receive your punishment is if you’re honest, and tell me what a bad girl you’ve been.” I said.

“I won’t have to tell you.” she said confidently, “I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I said.

I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, before quickly backing away as she opened her mouth and slipped out her tongue. She let out a frustrated little whine, and I smiled before kissing her deeply. I let the passion build, trying to goad her into kissing me more fiercely than before.

I slid my palm down her stomach and slid my fingers along her pussy lips. She jerked with surprise, but rolled back giving me better access.

I broke the kiss and gathered her wrists in my left hand, pushing them up above her head, like I’d done before. I loved seeing her like this. Her long, sexy body is on display for me, every inch of skin completely accessible to my gaze and probing fingers. Lust clouded her expression, and she bit her lip, staring up at me.

“Maybe I should give you one for the road, huh?” I said, smirking, as I slid my fingers over her wet pussy.

She pushed her hips forward to try and increase the contact.

“Yes please!” she said, smiling, “Please make me cum, Sir.”

I slid two fingers inside her, loving how she hissed and sighed with pleasure. I pumped them randomly for a while, watching her lust and pleasure grow. Then I tried to recreate the motion I’d discovered earlier, the one that got her off so powerfully. It wasn’t long before I found it again, and she was soon desperately pumping her hips, trying to fuck herself with my fingers.

“Jesus…fuck, you’re good at this!” she gasped, laughing.

I laughed with her, and kissed her as I stroked that sweet spot again and again. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was already close. I liked that she was sensitive and horny enough for my inexperience to not be a hindrance.

I watched her orgasm grow on the horizon, her face blushing even deeper, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips, and her hips twitching. She was so close now, so very close, every stroke of my fingers drawing her nearer and nearer to the edge of bliss.

She closed her eyes tight, but then opened them again as her voice got lost in her fevered gasps.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh….Sir, I…I’m…!” she gasped.

I stopped suddenly, pulling my fingers out and resting my hand on her stomach.

“No! Sir, please don’t stop, don’t stop I’m soo close, please, please,” she babbled.

“No.” I said simply.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and then horror.

“Please!” she begged desperately, “Please, I need it, please, please let me cum!”

I shook my head, smiling.

“I think you’ve had enough tonight.” I said.

“No!” she moaned, her voice ragged, “Please, please!”

She suddenly struggled against me, fighting against my grip, but I was pushing my whole weight on to her wrists and the angle her arms were at meant she was essentially powerless. She grunted with frustration and tried to wriggle free, which made me laugh.

I stroked her face gently with my wet fingers before sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them hard, begging me with those wide, green eyes. I let my hand rest around her throat.

“Please let me cum, Sir. Please don’t stop.” she begged, tears forming in her eyes.

She clamped her legs together and thrust forwards a few times, trying so hard to bring herself some pleasure.

“Three weeks, sweetheart.” I said gently, tightening my grip on her throat ever so slightly. “You promised.”

She bit her lip, and I could see the resignation come into her eyes. She knew I wasn’t just toying with her. She wasn’t going to cum again until she got back. She nodded, but her expression was still one of intense sorrow.

“Are you going to be a good girl, like you said?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.” she whispered, her voice full of defeat, “I’ll be a good girl.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her deeply. She eagerly welcomed my tongue into her mouth, but I pulled away quickly. I let go of her wrists and sat back. My cock was rock hard and sticking straight out from my body and she stared at it as she sat up.

“Do I have to go now?” she asked as she rubbed her wrists, finally meeting my eye.

I nodded. She dropped her eyes and turned away from me, getting off the bed.

I actually liked the feeling of sending her away when I was still hard. Since this had begun with her, every night had been a test of my self control; could I put off having sex with her long enough to dominate her each time? At first it wasn’t too difficult; I’d still hated her so much that I could easily overpower my lust for her, but I seemed to be becoming more and more attracted to her.

Still, so far I’d passed, and it felt good to know I had some modicum of control over my crazy teenage hormones. I felt like it made a statement to her. I wasn’t a slave to my urges, the way most guys my age were, and more to the point, the way she was. She put up with all this degradation and punishment in order to feel the pleasure that she did, and practically cried when I denied her it, but I could send her away with my dick still rock hard if I wanted to. It was just another kind of control, but an important one.

After all, how could I responsibly control her if I couldn’t control myself?

When she gathered her clothes, she walked to the door and turned. She stood there awkwardly, her eyes roaming over my body. I could tell from the way she squeezed her thighs together that she was still desperate for pleasure.

“I’ll miss you.” she said suddenly.

“I know, sweetheart.” I said, “But it’s just three weeks. You can do it, I know you can.”

A smile flashed to her lips at my words of encouragement, and she nodded confidently.

“I can.” she said.

“Good.” I said. “Goodnight Mia.”

“Goodnight Sir.” she said, “Um, Steven.” she corrected, smiling.

I lay down and turned away from her, pulling the blanket up over me. I heard the door open, then close, and I was alone.

Three weeks without any kind of sex with Mia. And for two of those weeks I’d be completely alone. I would be fine, I always was. I was more interested in how she’d handle it. She was so desperate last time I’d denied her. Would she really be able to last three weeks without me? Maybe it was just arrogance, but I doubted it.

Even after being punished tonight, she hadn’t cried like she had in the past. I felt like I was dominating her properly, but I knew there were still unseen depths to her masochism that I had yet to explore. I’d made up the reward or punishment thing on the spot, but my mind was already buzzing with ideas. It was going to be a fun reunion whether she’d been good or not.

Well, fun for me either way. I was still holding my sadistic side in check, but I hadn’t found any kind of limit there either.

I would have to make some preparations over the coming weeks to be certain that our relationship kept heading down this dark path. We were both finding new depths to our darkest urges, and I’d be ready for her when she returned.