having your dom sit you in their lap with a vibrator pressed between your pussy and their thigh.
a simple enough variation to your usual routine of thigh riding, you let out a pretty sigh and rock your hips forward once before you feel their hands grip your hips to stop you.
âbe still for me, baby. no grinding, can you handle that?â you know the sweetness behind the question is all for show, that itâs designed to make you feel small and disgustingly needy. it works. youâre nodding stupidly, already letting the vibrations between your legs overtake your thoughts. they appraise your expression, the way it starts to shift from attentive to blissed out, and turn the vibrator up one setting for good measure. âgood, baby. i knew you could do it.â
itâs harder than you thought it would be, holding still through the pleasure. your brain, warm and gooey, keeps trying to urge you into your usual routine of humping away at whatever your partner puts between your legs. every time your hips twitch or shake, their grip tightens around you. you wonder if itâll bruise. you hope it will. you know youâre getting close, drooling as you kiss and bite at any inch of their skin you can reach without moving your hips. a particularly insistent throb of your pussy threatens to drag you down into an orgasm, and you remember your manners at the last second.
âcan i cum?â shakier than you wouldâve liked, followed by a long moan. a beat of silence hangs in the air as you realize the answer, but it doesnât stop you from pleading again, âcan i? please?â
âno, baby. wait.â your ensuing cries are hushed, one hand coming up to stroke your hair gently as though youâre not being tormented. you wind up to object again but youâre silenced by a tug on your hair that forces you to look them in the eye. âquit, baby. you know you like how it makes you feel, so wait.â
your cheeks flush hot at the accusation, knowing how much truth it held. your eyes start watering as you try to look for a way out, knowing just by their tone that this will not be a time where you could get away with cumming on accident. you drop your head to their shoulder and try to lift your hips, only to be forced back down onto the toy. your brain vaguely registers the instruction to âsit your ass down and be still,â but itâs nearly drowned out by the wail you let out as you connect with the vibrator again. you start shaking your head, pushing back against their chest in an effort to separate yourself from the overwhelming pleasure while your hips stay locked in place by strong hands. how long have you been holding this orgasm? a few minutes? seconds? it feels like itâll never end, like youâre letting them dangle you over a cliff for their own pleasure, watching you fight and cry while you try your best to follow the instructions given.
they pull back again to admire the distress on your face, letting out a pleased hum at the state youâre in. youâre whimpering constantly, head resting pitifully on their shoulder. they know they could stay there forever, keeping you desperate and pliant as you pant into their neck. they give an experimental bounce of their leg that sends you into another fit of moaning and begging.
âplease, please! i need to cum, daddy. i wanna be good but iâm going to cum, canât hold it anymore. need you to say yes,â
the grin that spreads across their face could only be described as lecherous, listening to the way theyâve absolutely ruined you. they have to get in close to your ear to ensure you hear, holding you still through the fight youâre still putting up as they press a kiss against your temple. âgo ahead baby, give it to me,â they groan out, hearing your moans start to pitch up before they even get the sentence out. as if you needed any help to ride it out, they press you down harder against the vibrator, coaxing out sob after sob as your orgasm tears through your body.
âshh, baby, i know. itâs good isnât it? why donât you do it again for me since you were so well behaved?â
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