♡ suguru geto
"apologize for making me do this to you."
somewhere after your fifth orgasm, geto finally addresses you.
when he told you not to cum while he was away, you thought it was a joke. the photo you sent him was meant to tease. fingers pushed inside of yourself. tits hanging out the top of your bra. proof of your disobedience.
>you've made a grave mistake, sweetheart.
geto demanded you strip for him the second he came home. clothes falling into a heap on the floor with a dull thud, followed by his hand on the back of your neck as his fingers slipped along the wet lips of your pussy.
he holds you hinged over the couch, balanced on your hips as your toes dance across the floor. you're already dripping down your thighs as blood rushes to your head, long before geto's fingers even slip inside.
geto's touch is relentless. thumb sliding across your clit in quick, measured swipes as his fingers stroke your g-spot. you're shaking and cumming within minutes of his arrival.
but he doesn't stop there. not even when your legs kick up and you squeal from overstimulation. geto holds you down and forces you to cum on his fingers. again and again. again and again. again and again.
"hmm?" geto presses. "i'm waiting."
"i'm s-sorry, suguru." you choke out each syllable as another orgasm jolts through your body. at this point, you're starting to lose count.
"if you were really sorry, you wouldn't have broken the rules."
he pulls slick, wet fingers from your aching cunt with a low hum, and steps away. despite it all, your pussy flutters around nothing and mourns the stretch.
you sit up and struggle to catch your breath, thinking the punishment is over. loud, heavy footsteps echo down the hall as he returns, accompanied by the dull buzz of your favourite vibrator.
"you didn't really think we were finished, did you?"