No

You decide to leave her wanting more, and move your cock away from her slit.

She whines with frustration, and a look of disappointment flashes over her face as you stand up from the bed. She grabs your wrist, but you remove her hand, and she looks at you with anger and a hint of desire.

"You know what?" you ask, grinning. "I think I'll leave you like this."

"What?" she asks, shocked, "You can't just tease me like that, get me worked up like that and then leave."

"I can," you say, still grinning. "Because I'm the one in control here. And I'm the one who gets to decide if and when you get my cock."

Myrcella's eyes widen, as she realizes that you're telling the truth - you have all the power, all the control here.

"So what then? You'll just tease me tonight and that's it?"

"Well, I suppose when we travel on our journey tomorrow," you say, pulling up your pants, "I may be in a mood to give you something."

"Please, John," she begs, sitting up now.

"Goodnight, Myrcella," you say, leaving the bedchamber, closing the door behind you.

You make your way back to your own room, feeling a bit of satisfaction and pride for having taken control from the young girl, having **** her to beg for your cock.

As you lie down on your bed, you can't help but thinking of the journey ahead and how you'll be able to tease and taunt Myrcella until she begs you to make her a woman, to breed her, to claim her and make her yours.

It's not long after that you fall asleep.