Chapter 2648 The Masturbatrix:>Ep3
- His body shivered, his hips wanting to move, but I kept the pace torturously slow. Every time he squirmed for more I tightened my grip and hissed and told him to be still.
- I kept my mouth at his ear, feeding him the humiliation he both craved and feared: what the papers would say, what his wife would think, what the opposition fans would chant if they saw him here. Each word seemed to thicken him in my hand, every taunt another ounce of blood flooding where it shouldn't. He was harder than the glass he leaned on.
- "Permission," I reminded him softly, drawing the word out like a hymn. He groaned, caught between the need to cum and the knowledge he wasn't allowed. I smiled. This is the part I love the most: the begging without words, the surrender written in every movement of their body.