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How long I last? Before what? Before I cry desperately for him?
He keeps stroking himself and my insides clench in need. Fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing. All I can do is watch him pleasuring himself and wish he will eventually come to pleasure me too. I’m left with nothing else to do but focus on him.
His messy inky hair, his dangerously deep ocean eyes. I drag my eyes to his hard jawline and his red lips. His square shoulders move to the rhythm of his slow strokes and I look down, dragging my gaze through his cut abs, they’re clenching and covered in bruises, which makes him even hotter at this moment. One of his hands is resting on his thigh and the other clenching at his hard cock. I can’t stop my mind from imagining and remembering all the things he can do with it.
I squirm, clench my thighs, move my hips, but nothing helps because it’s not Jake. My clit is swollen and throbbing, my pussy tight and desperate to be filled. My gaze is glued to Jake’s hand slowly moving up and down his shaft. He’s getting turned on by seeing me struggle and crave him. I lick my dry lips as he spreads pre-cum over his tip.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is husky and filled with need.
He’s torturing us both by staying where he is but he’s loving it too much to do anything.
After another minute of desperately clenching my thighs and trying to rub against something, my head falls forward and my hair hangs in front of my face.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Seven.”
My heart is strumming from my pussy and all the way to my ears. It skips a beat when I finally realize what he’s doing. He won’t touch me until I’ve begged with all I have. But every time I open my mouth to beg, the number of spanks gets higher. I thought I was at least in control of how many of those I’ll get but he knew what he was doing from the start. He’ll touch me only when he’s decided I’ve begged enough, when he’s reached the number he wants to give.
I keep quiet for another minute but the need for release becomes unbearable. There’s an ache deep in my body that only Jake can heal. My shoulders are in pain from the pull behind my back, my wrists are hurting, and my thighs are burning from holding the same position for so long.
I can feel pearls of sweat coming down my back and between my breasts. This is torture. Pure, pleasurable, torture. His words echo in my head; ‘It’s not supposed to be comfortable, Angel. I want you desperate for me to make it better.’ This is exactly what he wanted. I need him to make it better.
Jake finally gets up and takes his jeans and boxers off, throwing them on the floor, and the hope growing in my chest makes me want to cry tears of happiness. But when he sits back down and lazily grabs his dick back in his hand, I let out an uncontrollable whimper.
“Jake, please. I-I can’t take this anymore. I need you to touch me.” My chest is heaving.
He doesn’t get it. I’ve never felt like this before. Or maybe he gets it exactly. I would do anything for his touch right now. I’ll beg all he wants, I’ll take as many spanks as he wants to give, I’ll cry, I’ll scream…I just need him to release the ache.
“Eight,” he chuckles. “I think you’re starting to understand the game, baby. How desperate are you now?”
“So much. Please…” I groan in need and pull at my binds again. I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s husky, gravelly, almost bestial.
“Nine.”
He moves in the chair slightly and my heart speeds up. Is he coming? Is he having mercy on me? He catches my hope because he shakes his head, an evil smirk forming on his lips.
“Not yet. But you’re being so good, I’m proud of you.”
The wave of pride that washes through me tells me how deep I’ve fallen for his game. When did it happen? I was so sure at the beginning I would struggle to give all of me. I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it. What now? He’s got a hold on me that could ruin me completely. All I have left to hold on to is trust. Trust and love.
“How many spanks would you take for me to come over right now? Tell me how bad it is.”
“However many you want,” I blurt out with no control over my thoughts or my body anymore. I’m pretty sure I haven’t had control over my heart for a while now. “I just need you. Please. Anything. I’ll do anything.” My voice dies down as my craving eats me up from the inside. I’m rubbing against nothing, thrusting my hips into the air shamelessly.
“Whichever number I want, huh? You know it’ll hurt, right? You know I won’t be gentle, my love?”
I nod. I can only nod, hard, and stiff. Please. Please. Please.
He finally gets up and walks over to me. He puts a finger under my chin to lift my head up. This touch only makes me exhale a loud, fiery breath. I try to swallow but I know I won’t be able to function properly until he gives me what I need.
His thumb finds one of my nipples and grazes slightly. The simple gesture sends a ripple of pleasure through my body.
“Would you take twenty?”
I nod again. “Yes,” I moan as his thumb grazes my other nipple. “Anything.”
“Thirty?” My stomach twists at the number but I don’t care. I’ll take a hundred if that’s what it takes. So, I nod again.
