He is fucking me. I am already close. Just one more thrust of his hips... And then suddenly, he pulls out of me as violently as he entered. Like he’s been burned. My astonishment mixes with shock. Body and mind cannot keep up. I did not expect this. Not this time. Because never before has Master taken my pleasure away like this, at such a moment.
Meanwhile, he moves away from me. He watches as I writhe desperately in the sheets, because my body clearly has not yet accepted the denial.
– Why should I give you pleasure, when you haven’t fully surrendered to me yet? You still haven’t given me complete control – he muses aloud.
– Please... Master... I... I must... Now... Let me, please – I pant heavily, still writhing on the bed. I want to come so badly I feel like crying. And I do, when he says:
– No. That’s exactly why. But don’t worry. Someday you will earn it. For now, sleep. Goodnight – he says in a gentle, warm tone, stroking my head.
And me? In this moment, I love him and hate him at the same time. And slowly, I fall asleep, sobbing softly from unfulfilled desire, while Master continues to stroke my head tenderly, playing with my hair.
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