I take my time

I grab Bailey by the waist and flip her over. She squeaks in surprise. “Grab the headboard with both hands, fuckslave,” I rumble. She reaches up, her eyes never leaving mine, and wraps her fingers around a couple of the verticals. “Good,” I murmur in her ear, before gently tracing her pink shell with the tip of my tongue. “You may not let go until I give you permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” Bailey breathes.

I spend a while exploring her ear, then tonguefuck her earhole a little before sliding down to pay my carnal attentions to the sensitive spot just below. Bailey mewls and trembles and writhes—but she keeps her head still after I forbid her to turn it. I trail feathery kisses down her neck to the curve of her shoulder, then along her clavicle to the notch; then I sit up. “You may move your head, little fucktoy.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Bailey moans, turning her head to gaze into my eyes. I straddle her slender torso on my knees; if I wanted to bend forward, I could wrap her sweet girls around my quivering shaft. I do bend forward, but only to explore her flawless peaks with brushes of my fingertips. She begs me to do more, but I ignore her. She raises her head in an effort to capture my purple helmet with her mouth; I pull back, foiling her, and stroke the very tip of my cockhead across her lips, smearing them with pre-cum. She drops her head back to the pillow with a moan of frustration and licks up the moisture.

I continue gently caressing Bailey’s beautiful tits, avoiding her areolae and nipples. She pleads with me to grab her, to squeeze, to pinch her nipples, but I ignore her; she thrusts her chest upward, but my hands move with her, and I tell her not to do that again. “You’re driving me out of my fucking mind, Sir,” she wails.

“That’s the idea, sweet fuckslave,” I tell her softly. “You’re slut enough to take it hard and fast; are you slut enough to take it slow, while I savor your body? Are you slut enough to take the anticipation?” I capture her stiff pink summits and pinch them hard, twisting, for a moment, in shocking contrast to the moment before; Bailey shrieks as her body explodes in orgasm, setting her writhing between my thighs. “That’s your last free orgasm, fuckdoll,” I tell her firmly. “From now on, you don’t cum until I give you permission. You understand?”

“Yes—Sir,” Bailey pants.

“Good.” I lightly trace her turgid nipples with my fingernails, then circle them softly with my thumbs. I shift backward and let my hands explore her ribcage with the faintest of caresses before going down on one hand; the other drifts slowly down toward her puffy Venus mound. I kiss Bailey’s delectable breasts all over, grazing them with my lips and teasing them with my tongue. I avoid her areolae again, and my hand skirts her fur to stroke her thighs. Moans and whimpers mix with incoherent pleas, and she tries to spread her legs; I push my knees off the bed, arching my body over her for a moment or two, so she can open them wide. I slide my hand upward, just out of reach of her creaming pink gash, then move it across to the other thigh and drift back downward.

“Please, Sir, please,” Bailey whines. “Touch me—fuck me—inside me—let me cum—please . . . Use me—own me—own my needy kitty . . .”

“Ahh, my dirty little cockwhore, I am using you; this is how I want to use you right now. And I’m showing you just how much I own you by making you wait. Now remember—obedient fuckdolls don’t cum until they have permission.” Saying that, I swipe my tongue across Bailey’s nipple and probe her little pink slit with a finger to touch her pearl.

“Aaaahhhh—aaaaahhhhh—aaaaahhhhhhhh—” Bailey gasps, but keeps herself from cumming.

“That’s my good fuckslave,” I tell her approvingly. “Don’t worry, sweet little toy, you will be rewarded for your obedience.” I lightly suckle first one nipple, then the other, and trace light circles around her joystick. Bailey squeals and trembles. I leave her luscious twins and kiss my way down her torso, pausing a moment to probe her navel with my tongue. Her trembling grows as I approach the center of her heat. When I slide my finger down to tease her tight fuckhole and slip my pink invader between her pussy lips, I hear a long, ragged groan. I spread her glistening snatch wide with two fingers of the other hand to give me full access, allowing me to curl, twirl, and roll my tongue around her swollen clit. I can feel she’s on the verge of cumming—

—so I raise my head and remove the finger that’s been dipping into the mouth of her honeypot. Bailey’s groan is heartfelt as her body settles down. I bend down again, pushing a little deeper with my finger and sucking lightly on her pearl, working her up to the very edge—then back off again. And I do it again—

“Please, Sir,” Bailey says in a fraying whisper, “please let me cum . . . please fuck me . . . I’m so fucking horny—I need you so fucking bad . . .”

“Whose tight little teen fucktoy are you?” I purr.

“Yours, Sir,” she moans.

“And who owns that hot young cunt?”

“You do, Sir.”

“That’s right.” I pause for just a moment to look at her splayed wantonly across her bed, her skin flushed, completely abandoned to lust and need. She’s ripe.