Edge of Obedience Part 2β’D
Edge of Obedience Part 1β’ D
Second date. Heβs my usual typeβdark features, that Brooklyn Italian twang, late 20s, a nurse. Weβd been textin
We barely made it into the backseat before I had him exactly where I wanted him.
Parked on a quiet side street in Brooklyn at 1 a.m., the city hummed around us, but in this car, he was mine.
He sat there, back against the seat, breathing unevenly, eyes dark with need. His cockβso big, so thick, so fucking desperateβstrained against his pants, twitching at nothing. I hadnβt even touched him yet, and he was already a mess. The plug inside him had him so sensitive, stretched open, keeping him right on edge.
And I knew why he was this bad.
I had told him not to cum for the last four days leading up to this date. Four long days of denial, of building frustration, of his cock getting harder at just the thought of me.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Unbutton your pants."
His fingers fumbled as he obeyed, unfastening them and pushing them down just enough to free himself.
He was soaked in precum, the head of his cock glistening, still dripping. It leaked down his length, wetting his thighs, proof of just how pent up he was, how much he needed this.
I let out a slow, satisfied hum, dragging my nails lightly down his thigh, deliberately avoiding where he wanted me most. He shuddered.
"Look at you," I murmured, trailing my fingers just close enough to make him twitch. "Youβre already so worked up. Four days without cumming, all plugged up, and now youβre sitting here, dripping all over yourself like a desperate little thing."
He swallowed hard, nodding. "Yes, maβam." His voice was wrecked.
I finally wrapped my fingers around him, slow, teasing. He moaned, head tipping back against the seat. So big, so hard, throbbing in my hand like he could barely stand it. I stroked him lazily, watching him fall apart, his hips lifting just slightly, chasing more.
"Maβam," he panted, "pleaseβ¦ can I cum?"
I didnβt answer. I just squeezed the base of his cock and let go entirely.
His body jerked. He whined.
"Not yet," I said smoothly. "Hands behind your back."
He obeyed instantly, gripping his own wrists, thighs tense. I resumed touching him, drawing slow circles over his tip, playing with the precum pooling there. His thighs trembled.
"Please," he gasped, eyes blown wide. "Please, I need toβ"
"Fuck," he choked out, chest rising and falling.
I smiled. "Thatβs two."
He groaned, pressing his head back into the seat, fingers digging into his own wrists. His huge cock twitched, aching for attention, but I was in no hurry. I let my hands roam insteadβhis stomach, his chest, his thighsβtouching everywhere except where he needed it most.
"Are you feeling it yet?" I asked, running my fingers along his inner thigh.
He nodded frantically, jaw tight. "Yes, maβam."
I wrapped my fingers around him again, teasing, stroking him back to that edge. I felt his muscles go tight, his breathing sharp and erratic. He was right there.
He gasped, body jerking forward as if chasing the pleasure Iβd stolen.
I grinned. "Thatβs three."
His hands fisted behind his back. His cockβbig, throbbing, so helpless in my controlβtwitched helplessly, flushed red, aching. He looked at me like he was about to fall apart.
"Poor thing," I cooed. "All plugged up, denied three times, four days without cumming, and youβre still just dripping. You must be a mess inside."
He let out a broken sound, shifting, adjusting the plug. I could tell it was getting to him, keeping him stretched while his cock throbbed untouched.
I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm, his need written all over his face.
Then I whispered, "Iβll count you down."
His whole body tensed. I stroked him slowly, deliberately.
"Fiveβ¦ fourβ¦ threeβ¦"
He gasped, hips bucking. "Two," he pleaded.
I smirked. "Wait, what number was I on?"
His eyes went wide. "Three," he said desperately.
"No, no, I think it was four."
"No, please!" He was shaking, panting, barely holding himself together.
I laughed softly. "Alright. Three⦠two⦠one."
His entire body jolted. His head snapped back against the seat, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. His cock pulsed hard in my hand, so much cum, hot ropes spilling over his stomach, his thighs, his brand-new shirtβthe one heβd been telling me about at dinner.
Right as he moaned, broken and wrecked, someone walked past the car.
We both froze. His eyes snapped to mine, wide, horrified, so turned on.
And thenβat the same timeβwe giggled, completely breathless, as his cock twitched one last time, spilling the last drops of his orgasm onto his ruined shirt.
He whimpered through it, hips jerking with each pulse, his thighs trembling. I stroked him through the aftershocks, milking every last drop from him.
When it was over, he collapsed forward, breathless, burying his face in my chest. I let him, running my fingers through his hair as he panted against me, completely wrecked.
"You ruined your shirt," I murmured.
He let out a weak, breathless laugh. "I donβt care."
I smirked. "I bet you donβt."
After a minute, he stirred, still dazed. His lips brushed my collarbone, his hands creeping up toward my chest.
"Can I see them?" he whispered.
I chuckled. "Absolutely not."
I ran a finger under his chin, tilting his face up to mine. "Beg me."
His eyes darkened. "Please, maβam," he breathed. "Just let me touch them. Just for a second."
I shook my head. "You can do better than that."
His jaw clenched. He swallowed hard. "Please, please let me touch them. Iβll do anything, Iβ"
I tugged him up by the chin, just enough to kiss him, slow and deep.
Then I pulled back. "One more time."
His breath hitched. "Please, maβam, let me touch your tits."
I guided his hands where he wanted them, watching the way his eyes went hazy with lust, how he groaned low in his throat as he finally got to feel me.
But I wasnβt done with him yet.
My hand found his cock again, still sensitive, still plugged. I gripped him, felt him shudder.
"Youβre gonna go again," I taunted.
His eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck."
His voice was wrecked, desperate, his body already melting into mine.
"Please, maβam. Let me cum again."
