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I watch you intently as you use the vibrator on yourself. A few edges in and I can tell you are starting to get desperate. That’s when I stop, pull your hand away, and cuff in your final wrist, finishing off that spread eagle tie.

I watch you intently as you use the vibrator on yourself. A few edges in and I can tell you are starting to get desperate. That’s when I stop, pull your hand away, and cuff in your final wrist, finishing off that spread eagle tie.

i can feel you getting ready to snap, your voice hitting that specific pitch where i know you’re seconds away from shattering.

and then? i just stop. i’ll pull my hand back, let the cold air hit you, and just watch the panic wash over your face. you start vibrating, pulling against the restraints, whimpering because you have nowhere to put all that stalled energy. poor thing. "sshhh, not yet baby"

i love when you try to squeeze your legs together to keep the feeling in but i’ll just pull them back apart and hold them there. "no. stay open for me. let me see how much you're leaking”

i’ll lean down and use my tongue instead, teasing you just enough to keep you focused but never enough to let you over the edge. i want to hear that frustrated sound you make when you realize i’m just playing with you. then i’ll go right back in with my fingers. i’ll build it all back up, faster this time, hitting that spot until you’re sobbing and begging me for the one thing i’m holding back.

you think this one is it. i can see it in your eyes. you’re arching, your hips bucking into my palm and then i pull away again.

"did i say you could finish sweetheart?" i’ll ask looking down at you with such genuine affection while you’re barely holding it together. i’ll do it a third time, just to see how much you can take. pressing just hard enough to make you whine, then pulling back to watch you chase the feeling all over again. you’re so desperate, trying to find a rhythm that i’m refusing to give you.

it’s almost sad, watching you stop fighting me. when you’re too exhausted to even pull at your ties, so you just lie there, shaking, looking at me with those pleading eyes. waiting for permission that i’m not ready to give. i’ll run my hand over your stomach, feeling the way you’re still twitching from the frustration, and i’ll just smile "such a good little doll, waiting so patiently for me. so well behaved”

it might be cruel but god i love the way your voice breaks when you’re this needy. you’re going to stay right here, aching and beautiful and mine, until i decide you’ve earned the right to cum. and i haven’t even made up my mind yet.

you’re so desperate for the finish that you aren't even begging anymore. i almost feel bad. almost. but that look of absolute surrender is my favorite part. just watching me, waiting for me to say the word. i’ll lean down, trace my finger along your bottom lip and whisper "tell me who you belong to baby, and maybe i’ll let you have it."

i wait until your mind is so empty that you can barely get the words out. you're just breathless, dying to hear me say yes. and the second you whisper it? i go back in, burying my fingers deep and keeping them there, forcing you to take every bit of it. i’ll push you over so hard you’ll see stars, holding you down while you’re sobbing through your orgasm.

you’re so pretty when you’re broken.