And that's plenty of time to test you

Adela stares at you because that's all she has to do. You're on the edge of your seat, waiting for the next word, or even movement of her lip. You're not sure if you should say something, or if speaking would displease your Queen. After what seems like a few minutes, her finger drags down your chest, and towards your still erect cock, throbbing for attention.

Once she grasps your shaft, she says "You reckon you can last before the timer goes off?"

"I-I don't think so... My Queen."

"I'd be really disappointed if you couldn't."

"Well, I'm only human. My Queen."

"That's true." Her hand starts stroking your shaft. "I guess that just means I'll have to edge you."

"Sure." Your voice trembles with anxiety.

"You trust me, don't you?" Adela's hand stops stroking.

"Yes my Queen. Of course."

"Good. I'm not going to hurt you." Her growing smile suggests otherwise. "All you have to do, is tell me when you're close."

"Yes my Queen."

Her hand starts pumping fast, for about five strokes, before pausing. After a second, she gives you five more pumps. The pause seems to grow every time. If you didn't know any better, you'd swear she'd rehearsed the whole thing many times before. Under her breath, she starts to mumble "1 2 3 4 5."

As soon as you get comfortable with the rhythm, Adela strokes longer. "1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20."

Instead of pausing, she continues in an attempt to overwhelm you. Adela then looks you in the eyes. "You gonna cum?"

"Not yet... My Queen."

"Good." Adela lets go of your cock. Next, she circles around you. Once she is behind you, Adela grips the hem of your shirt. "Can't make a mess of this shirt."

You lift your arms up as Adela pulls your shirt off. After throwing it on the ground, Adela walks in front of you and reaches behind herself.

"Better make sure you stay hard, Pet." Your Queen then unclasps her bra, exposing her petite breasts. As she discards it, she says "What do you say?"

"Thank you my Queen."

"Good Pet."

Adela wraps her hand around your cock once more, but she waits a few seconds before she strokes.

"1." When she pauses, Adela lets out a chuckle. "Expecting more Pet?"

You give her a blank stare, unsure what to say.

"Answer me."

"I guess so. Yes, my Queen."

"Good." Your Queen begins stroking again. "1 2."

Again she pauses, leaving you wondering what she has planned this time around. You've come to learn you have no way of knowing what's going on behind that sinful little smirk you are growing to both love and dread.

"1 2 3 4."

The deviation from the pattern you were expecting causes your face to fall into befuddlement. In turn, Adela's smile only grows.

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11-"

"I'm close." You state.

"Mhmm, you sure are." Adela runs her thumb across your tip, which is leaking pre-cum. "You think you can hold on?"

"I don't kno-"

That's when your Queen puts her thumb in your mouth, giving you a taste of your salty seed. Before you can react, Adela's thumb leaves your mouth. "Taste good?"

"Eh, not really." You admit.

"Well how many girls have you made swallow your load? It's only fair you have a taste."

"Fair point." You submit.

"Mhmm, still think we've got a fair amount of time." Your Queen puts her finger on your tip. "Let's see if you can hold on."