The frustration on his face was so tormented, so helpless, she couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Isn't it ironic, sweetie? How much more difficult it is for you this way?," she teased in a soft voice. "When I spread you out but don't even bother to tie you down? When I leave it entirely up to you to lie perfectly still for me so I can do as I please with you?"
"Fuckkk...," he whimpered into her hand that was now muffling his pleas for mercy. But as frustrating as it was to have his pleas silenced it was her other hand that was slowly but surely driving him into a state of utter madness.
The hand that was causing him to become completely undone...
The hand that was causing him to slowly, helplessly, break before her eyes...
The hand that was subjecting him to the most maddening, lightest, most delicate sensations that had him searing with pleasure yet were never quite enough to give him release.
He could just barely feel the way her hand encircled him so lightly, just barely touching his cock. By now it was feverishly hot, achingly hard, and pitifully weeping tears of longing.
The way it moved so slowly, so softly, gentle little squeezes, almost imperceptibly delicate caresses... pleasure more delicate and intense than the male body was designed to withstand.
Pleasure so intense it had crossed over the line from pleasure to excruciatingly erotic torment.
And his instructions were clear. Any movement he made, involuntary or not, would cause her hand to pull away. To leave him simmering in frustration.
As hard as he tried, as desperately as he wanted to 'be her good boy', eventually it was always too much. The need too strong. The need for release more than he could bear.
His body would eventually break. Hips thrusting or writhing. Anything to hopefully find a way to give his cock its much needed release.
And that's when her hand would pull away, denying him even those most delicate of sensations. Leaving him to drip and quiver in frustration, thinking about how next time when she eventually resumed she would somehow make his need to cum even more unbearable.
She smiled as he whimpered into her hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm trying so hard... I... I can't help it..."
Reassuringly, she cooed, "Shhh, it's ok. I know baby, I know that you are. I'm not upset. I bet you wish I'd tie you down though, don't you?"
"Please! Yes, please do it!"
Laughing she said, "I don't think so, this is more fun for me. Let's just try it this way again."
And with that her hand encircled his cock with a feathery light grip and resumed its excruciatingly slow strokes...
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