My voice was calm but firm. You freeze instantly beneath me, your cock throbbing against my hand, the flushed tip glistening with precum. Your hips jerk involuntarily, desperate for the friction I’d just denied you, but I tighten my grip at the base, forcing you back down against the bed.
“You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” I whisper, leaning over you, my lips barely brushing your ear as I speak. “You’re such a good boy, but I can see it in your face. You’re so close, so desperate to let go. Too bad I’m not done playing with you yet.”
A broken sound escapes your lips as I drag my nails down your chest, just hard enough to leave faint red marks behind. Your muscles tense beneath me, your body trembling as you try to stay still and follow my rules.
“Please” you whisper, your voice raw with need. Your eyes search mine, wide and glassy, silently begging for the release I refused to give you.
“Please what?” I ask, my tone light and teasing. My hand slides back up your shaft, my thumb circling the swollen head slowly, deliberately, spreading the wetness there. You gasp and your entire body jerks as I apply just enough pressure to make you ache even more.
“Please mommy” you correct, your voice shakes as I smirk. “I can’t—”
“You can” I interrupt, my tone sharp as I squeeze just enough to make you gasp. “And you will. You’ll stay right on the edge for me, trembling and aching, because that’s what I want. Do you understand?”
“Yes mommy” you choke out, your head falling back against the pillow as your body shudders beneath me.
I reward you with a slow, torturous stroke, watching your lips part as a moan escapes, your hips lifting off the bed. I hold you down with my free hand, keeping you in place as I set a rhythm, just enough to bring you back to the edge, never enough to push you over.
“You’re such a mess” I say, my voice soft but mocking. “Leaking all over my hand, trembling like you can’t take another second. But you will, won’t you? You’ll let me keep you like this for as long as I want.”
“Yes mommy” you whimper again, your words almost drowned out by the shaky exhale that followed.
Your thighs quiver beneath me, your cock twitching in my hand as I slow down, denying you again just as your breathing turns ragged. You groan, your frustration evident, but I only laugh softly, dragging my nails over your sensitive skin.
“Aww, are you frustrated?” I tease, tilting my head as I watch you squirm. “Do you want me to let you cum?”
“Please mommy” you beg, your voice breaking. Your desperation is intoxicating, the way your entire body seems to plead with me as you strain against the denial.
“You’ll wait” I say firmly, gripping you again, stroking your cock slower this time, dragging it out. “You’ll take everything I give you, every second of this unbearable need, and you won’t cum until I say so because you belong to me, and I decide when you get to fall apart.”
You moan, your head tossing back as I quicken my pace again, watching you on the edge, your breaths coming in short, frantic gasps. Just as you began to tremble, I stop.
“No” I say simply, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss to your parted lips. “Not yet, I want to see how much you can take before you break completely.”