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“We’re going to play agame,” I told her, rolling the condom down my shaft. “You wanted tocome, right?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Sobadly. Please.”
“You’ll get to. When I’m inyou so deep, you’ll think you can’t stand it.” I hoped I had theself-control to follow my own rules. “And you’re going to get thereby counting to ten.”
“Ten?” sherepeated.
“Ten. Here. Let me showyou.” I took her hand and brought it to her vulva. “You’re going toedge right now. Once. You’re going to get close, and then you’llstop. And then I’ll give you a little—” I bumped my cock againsther opening. “As a reward for being a good girl.”
She laughed. “You want me to do it tentimes?”
“Not ten times. I said wewere counting to ten.” It would be so many more than ten. “You’llfigure it out as we go. Now, begin.”
The effort it took not to thrustforward the moment I felt the heat of her against the latex washarder than the last mile of any marathon I’d ever run, but Imanaged to control myself as she worked her fingers over her clit.I studied her body for telltale signs of impending orgasm. Theywere different for everyone. One of hers was a series of short,sharp, ascending cries; they cut off abruptly as she jerked herhand away from her body.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait.If you do it now, I’ll come.”
I held still. I didn’t want to ruin thegame.
After a few deep breaths, she noddedand gave me a shaky “okay.”
I pushed in, just a little. Not eventhe entire head. She clenched on me and every instinct urged me todrive in deep. But that wasn’t part of the game. “Now, do itagain.” I paused, smiling to myself. “Twice.”
“What?” There was a sense ofdawning horror in her question as she realized what I meant bycounting to ten.
For every number, she would edge thatmany times.
“You wanted to know why Iwouldn’t let you come? You’ll see why at the end of our game.” Islowly withdrew the miniscule penetration I’d allowed and pushedback, only as much as before. I kept up that short, careful strokeas she brought herself to another edge and frantically motioned forme to stop moving.
“What happens if I comeaccidentally?” she gasped.
“Then I guess I have topunish you.” I considered the possibilities available to me. “MaybeI make you come for every number, instead of edging. Which do youthink would be worse?”
She huffed a laugh and went back towork. After the second denied orgasm, I pushed a little deeper. Shemoved her hips as if seeking to impale herself on my length, and Iheld her steady, admonishing, “Be patient. Follow therules.”
And I forced her to keep to thepattern, all the while desperately clinging to my own flimsycontrol. By the time she reached five, she was sweating. At eight,she was actually crying. And despite asking her several times ifshe needed to stop, she refused.
“I’m not going to let youhave the satisfaction,” she sobbed halfway through her set ofnine.
At ten, I began countingthem aloud. That infuriated her. Perspiration beaded on her skin,and on mine. It wasn’t the temperature, but the strain of denyingmyself. It was a miracle tears weren’t rolling down my face too.Every time I had to lengthen my thrusts, I thought it would be thetime I abandoned the game, that I would bury myself in her andexplode, but her stubborn insistence on finishing what we’d startedspurred on my competitive nature. I wanted the victory. I wantedher begging, defeated. I wanted to win.
“Only one more to go,” Itold her, and myself. “One more, and I’ll fuck you harder anddeeper than you’ve ever felt in your life.”
“Please!” she cried out, andI felt her tense up around me. She was close. She was so close, shemight lose. And if she lost, I would be lost too. There was no wayI’d be able to resist. The tightness built and built, squeezing meto the point of pain. She pulled her hand away from her clit andscreamed, “Ten!”
And I let my self-controlsnap.
CHAPTER SIX
(Charlotte)
“Ten!”
The word had barely tornfrom my lips before Matthew rammed forward, burying as much ofhimself as he could inside my dripping, aching cunt. Those slow,teasing strokes had been shallower than I’d estimated; there was somuch more of him than I’d thought. I yelped at the top of my lungs,unable to hold back for the sake of not being overheard. It was asound of mingled pain and relief, and I reveled in the cold shocksthat crept across my skin with every thrust.
I slid my fingers over my clit,desperate for the relief I’d denied myself again and again. Thepressure of him inside, the unbearable hardness and size of himstretching me, and my frantic fingers on my almost numb clitcoalesced into one mass of sensation that vibrated along my limbs,racking my body with spasms as I strove for my release. My body nolonger trusted me; I hung in chilling suspense, afraid for a momentthat I wouldn’t be able to orgasm, that I’d put it off for toolong.
He bent low over my back with a growlof satisfaction and trailed his tongue up the side of myneck.