“Good girl, don’t stop – keep rubbing that throbbing clit for me. I want to just jump through the monitor and torture you with my own fingertips.”
“Please!! It’s too much, I need to come… I neeeeeed to come. Fuck I can’t hold it!”
“Don’t you dare come or I’ll ruin your next 5 orgasms in a row.”
“Pleeeeeease!!!”
“Stop. Just circle it for 10 seconds. No, begging isn’t going to help. How badly do you need to come?”
“Oh God… fuck. OH GOD. More than… I can barely talk. More than anything. I’ve been desperate for days. I’m begging you to let me come. Please. My pussy can’t take it anymore.”
“Get close again. Just think of my mouth torturing you right now, my tongue slipping back and forth over your mound, flicking your twitching little clit until your hips are shaking.”
“PLEEEEASE! My hips are already shaking. I need to… I’m going to-“
“-Stop. Hands away. Good girl, I love seeing your hips rocking in need. If you travel and visit me, perhaps I’ll be able to give your pussy what it needs most. Just imagine me fingerfucking you hard right now while sucking your clit mercilessly.”
“Can I please touch it? Just the thought alone nearly has me on edge.”
“No… that’s enough. You’ll have to wait.”
“Oh no please please please. That’s too cruel. It’s been two weeks. I’m desperate. I just HAVE to come.”
“No. Not today. Suffer with need until we next can play. I have to continue writing more for today.”
“One day you’ll know just how it feels,” she growled in warning, though was met only by a cold laugh from the one who had brought so much pleasure along with so much frustration.
With that, the writer ended the webcam session, putting an end to any hope for her to receive the relief she desperately needed. Another follower, another victim, whom he had brought to a knife edge, left dancing in his web of cruel ecstasy.
You reap what you sow.
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