Sir decided yesterday that after a couple of days of no-touch for me, we were going to focus on the Slow Build. It’s one of his favourite ways to torture me with pleasure.
Sir had me sit, spread, next to him and commanded me to keep my hips still. He kissed my neck and shoulders all over and then slipped his hand down into my panties to gently circle my clit. Slow, soft circles right on my sensitive little bud. Never speeding up, never pressing harder, no matter how much I begged. And I begged so much, desperately clutching his shirt or pinching and pulling my nipples to distract me from how much I wanted to buck my hips for him. But I didn’t because I’m his good girl. He played with my clit like that for minute after minute and slowly the pleasure started to build. Fuck it felt so good. He just kept circling as a wave of pleasure built up in my cunt, taking me closer and closer to the edge…. and then he’d stop. And tell me to go do something. To cook breakfast, or clean the bathroom, to suck his cock, to read my book. He’d give me plenty of time to calm down, for my nerves to relax back to zero.
And then the command would come again: sit down, legs spread, no moving. And he’d start those little circles again, building me back up from the start.
He did this over and over all day until my thighs were slick with my arousal and I was losing my mind. Finally he told me to lie on the bed, legs spread, no moving. He slid his cock into me, and started gently, slowly fucking me while he resumed the circles. And when I was at the edge again, he took his hand away, grabbed my hips, and started pounding my cunt. He knows I can’t cum from penetration alone. He left me there on the edge, soaked and desperate, while he took his pleasure in me. He pulled out and came all over my cunt, the hot drops splashing across my aching clit.
Then he rolled me against his chest, turned out the light, kissed my hair and told me how much he loves me. And I curled into him, safe and happy and denied.
