1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    reached down and began to stroke myself. My pace quickened and I was close to coming, when I heard Clara move. I paused and listened to her breathing deeply. Was she still asl**p? I was turned on by her dominance, by her control of my cock last night, and now by stroking myself secretly with her in the room. I loosened my grip and lightly stroked the tip of my cock. I could feel the dampness of precum on my fingers as it made my strokes softer and wetter. &#034What are you doing?&#034 It was was Clara, and she sounded pissed. I took my hand off my cock immediately. &#034Are you jerking off?&#034 &#034Uh, yes.&#034 &#034Put your hands where I can see them.&#034 I complied. Under the sheets, my erection was throbbing and more sensitive than I could remember. &#034This has to stop. Your cock belongs to me, and I expect you to be horny and ready to service me. You may not come without my permission. Do you understand?&#034 &#034Yes, Clara. I'm sorry, I didn't realize.&#034 &#034Do you think you can control yourself?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 &#034You're lying,&#034 she said. I could feel myself blushing. She reached under the sheets and gently stroked me. I moaned. &#034If I play with your cock now, do you think you can control yourself?&#034 &#034I'm too close,&#034 I whispered. &#034Then ask me to stop,&#034 she teased. I gripped the sheets tightly. God, I wanted to come in her hand. &#034Please stop,&#034 I begged. &#034Are you sure?&#034 She stroked me a couple more times lightly. ...
    Her hand felt a little damp now. &#034Yes. For god's sake, please stop.&#034 &#034Good boy.&#034 She put her hand over my mouth and I kissed her palm. I licked the precum from her fingers. My whole body felt electric. &#034Lately, I've been very unhappy with you in bed. And I think part of the problem is that you're jerking off. I mean, you don't have any problem getting hard. But I've noticed a distinct lack of ... desperation ... in your lovemaking.&#034 I was floating outside my body as she spoke, watching the scene from the other side of the room. &#034I love you. But you no longer fuck me like you can't live without my pussy.&#034 &#034I'm sorry.&#034 &#034You don't have to apologize, but you do have to change. I have some ideas that I hope will make you appreciate me again,&#034 she said. &#034You may masturbate, but you may not come without my permission. I want you learn how to get yourself to the edge and pull back. I want you to come to me desperate for an orgasm that I may not be willing to give you,&#034 she said. &#034How are you feeling?&#034 &#034I'm really excited. My heart is pounding. I'm having trouble thinking.&#034 &#034Mmm. I want you in that state. I want you to think about how you feel now, compared to how you feel after you come: drained, used up, empty.&#034 She paused. &#034I want you to live in this state. I want you hungry.&#034 I nodded. What she was saying made sense, but I also knew that it would be nearly impossible for me to comply. But, what ...
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