Story: I don't care if you come She told me her ex would get frustrated. He would work & sweat & when she didn't orgasm he would sigh & swear. One time, he even checked his watch to tell her how long it had been. So now she gets in her head. So now she worries. It's ok.
I don't care if you come. Lie back. I'm going to undress you but I'm going to take my time. I'm going to stay fully clothed. I haven't decided what I'm going to do to you. I'm enjoying the view. I'm enjoying your burning cheeks. Your nervous eyes. I don't care if you come.
You're finally naked and now I tie your wrists and your ankles to the bed. You have no task here. You have no agency. You're laid out before like a prize. Your blush under my gaze. So open. So exposed. You have no means to please me. You wait. I don't care if you come.
I hold my face just inches from yours. My breath warms your lips. You crane your neck forward in a desperate & needy attempt to kiss me. You can't reach me. You're still trying to play your part. You have no part. I chuckle & give you a patronising kiss on the forehead.
I move to your neck. I breathe with heavy excitement & my beard teases the skin. My hand glides up your thigh & pauses half way. I dig my fingers into the flesh & squeeze. At the same moment, I close my teeth into your throat. Painting new bruises. I don't care if you come.
As my breathing increases and a growl vibrates against your neck, you briefly wonder if I'm capable of tearing out your throat with my teeth. Your cunt throbs and you struggle against the restraints. You can't perform for me. You can't show me the effect I'm having.
With your flesh in my jaws I move my hand higher up your thigh. I can feel your body trembling with excitement My fingers reach your cunt & as my fingertips push against you, granting pressure for the first time, you whimper. I don't care. I don't care if you come.
I release your throat & kiss down your neck to your breasts. I take your nipple between my lips & let it stiffen even more before pinching it between my teeth. At the same moment I push one finger into you and smile and the number of "Fs" you put at the beginning of "fuck"
Your body feels different now. Before, you moved and posed and performed to please me. You whispered things you thought I wanted to hear. But now, bound spread, you vibrate and moan like my messy little slut. You can't do anything. I don't care if you come.
I ask if you can take another finger but before you can answer you're stretched by it anyway. My thumb circles your clit and my strong fingers grind up inside you. I call you my good little whore and your cunt grips my knuckles. You have no words.