“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do.” I turned it back down, and she cursed. “But since you are the guest.”
I turned it up even higher than before and nudged up the vibrations, as well. She moaned and rocked her hips. I tickled my fingers up and down her sides, proud of myself at how easily I’d assumed the role of a top. I thought I was the tormented and not the tormentor. It surprised me that I could make the switch, at all.
“I’m getting…” Gena said, her voice breaking.
I flicked both dials completely down, and she bucked her hips in frustration.
“Don’t come,” I whispered against her ear. “Whenever I do this, I always want to come, right away. Because it would feel so good. Wouldn’t it feel good to come?”
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, her head lolling back on my shoulder for support.
“But, once you come, trust me. You’re going to wish you hadn’t.” I sucked her neck, wondering if I should avoid leaving a hickey. It seemed like common courtesy, so I released her pale flesh before I could really cause a bruise. “Are you ready to go, again?”
“Yeah. Do I still have to tell you?” she asked, hope and resignation mingling in her tone.
“Of course.” I turned the dials back on. She dragged in a loud breath and rolled her hips, and I gripped them to feel the rhythmic surge. I wondered how she would feel on top of me, riding a strap-on. Weirdly, feeling the snake-like motion of h
er body made me wish I had a cock, just so I could know what it would be like to have her pussy all around me, undulating in those lazy waves and arches.
“This is so good,” she whispered, then a sharp “Ah!” alerted me to her impending climax before she could. I cut the machine, and she cried out in frustration. This time, I gripped her hips, so she couldn’t grind her way to orgasm herself.
“Usually, Neil makes me go for five,” I told her. “I like five. It’s a good number, right?”
“No, it is not,” she objected forcefully. “I want to come.”
“Okay. How about three, then? You only have to stop one more time?”
Her moan was choked, like she might actually weep. “Fine. Yes, one more time.”
I reached for the controls and turned them back on, to the low, easy level she’d been getting before. “Have you ever done the denial thing before?” I asked.
She shook her head, a muffled “mmph” of pleasure sounding behind her lips.
“Really? Huh.” I’d thought of Gena as being more sexually adventurous and experienced than me. Probably because she’d known she was bisexual when we’d first had sex and my own bisexuality had come as a complete shock to me.
“Why does that sound like it surprises you?” she asked with a shaky laugh.
“It just seems like someone would have wanted to do this to you.” I cut the controls, again. “I mean, I’m looking at you here, desperate to come, getting a little sweaty…” I licked her neck, relishing the salty taste.
“Please,” she panted, reaching behind my head to grab a handful of my hair. She tugged, not to hurt me but to plead with me. “Oh, my god, Sophie, please let me come, now.”
“Okay, maybe three is too many. I’m going to let you come,” I promised. “And then, I’m not going to let you stop coming until you say ‘red’.”
“What if I say it right away?” she asked.
“Then, I’ll stop. But trust me, it’s amazing to keep going past what you think your body can handle.” I splayed my hand across her ribs, just beneath her breasts. “To lose yourself in the pleasure, until you think you’re going to die, until you’re afraid that you actually have because you’ve never felt anything so good.”
I turned on the rotation dial.
“When you’re screaming until your throat is raw, when you’re begging, but you don’t know what for,” I continued, stroking between her breasts, stopping to bite her earlobe. “You want it to stop. You want it to never stop. You want to get away from it, but you want it to consume you.”
I started up the vibration, again.
“Oh, god, faster,” she begged. “I want to feel it.”
“What do you want to feel?” I teased, turning up both dials, just a bit.
“I want to feel what you feel,” she gasped. “I want all of it.”