I can’t help but imagine a dom keeping me pinned as they play with my cock and nipples however they pleased for hours, waiting for me me to break and finally beg
“I taught you better than that; I need you to speak up and tell me what you need.”
They speed up their movements, the pleasure both relieving and agonizing. How long have they been playing with your body now? Two hours? Three? You’ve lost track of time but you know it could last all night if you’re not careful.
You hold back a whine for now.
“I’m not- I’m not gonna fucking beg—“
They pick it up a notch, their smile as devilish as the sins they’re committing.
“Use your words,” they remind you, the order firm and warning you that this is your last chance before something bad happens.
You tug against the restraints on your wrists, testing your range of motion as if that’s changed at all. You can’t go anywhere, you can’t fight back, and you know that you really just want to fucking come.
"Please--" you start off with, the rest caught in your throat in defiance. Your doms hands slow down.
"Please play with my puppycock and make me come. Please? Please help me come."
They coo in adoration, the praise almost feeling belittling as they watch you struggle against your bindings.
"Now that's all I wanted to hear, puppy," they say before leaning down and wrapping their lips around your aching hard puppycock.