As my balls tighten and my body seizes in anticipation of the climax, she tugs down on my sack and releases her hand. I let out a gasp and stare down at her in disbelief. “Do not come,” she commands in a cool, ruthless tone. What the fuck? She leans back and stares at me without pity. I’m out of breath and in shock as I wait for her to speak. Then she whispers, “Good boy,” and something inside me changes. “I like the way you obey me, pet.” And just like that, I want something far more than an orgasm.
