Ryan Ferro's Orgasms

Amy puts the cap back on the pen and steps back, clearly satisfied. Olivia just stares at her arm for a moment, like she's trying to comprehend linear equations with a third grade education. She finally lifts her head and looks at you, her face a wild mixture of emotions.

"They're... yours? My orgasms are yours?", Olivia asks quietly. "I mean... of course they are. I know it. But... all this time... and... what am I supposed to do now? I have to pick up Gary after bowling. He said we were going to... well. You know. How's that going to work now? What am I supposed to do?!?"

Olivia's voice starts to rise in pitch and volume as her brain starts to finally absorb the gravity of her new situation. Where before she was just confused and apologetic, now she's quickly becoming angry. The fury is starting to show in her eyes and the small corners of her mouth. Her posture is rigid, her body language agitated. She's rightly pissed, this one.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Answer me!" She's almost yelling now.

If you were being honest with yourself, you're not a hundred percent sure it will even work to deny her something like this. An orgasm is a natural response to specific nerve stimulation. Can you really own something like that? Could you own her urination? Maybe? Kinky, sure, but potentially dangerous, too. Well, we're going to find out. You lock eyes with her.

"I don't really care, Olivia." Your words impact her like you had reached out and slapped her. She recoils, her anger starting to boil over. You don't give her a chance to respond.

"Olivia. You've been bitchy since we came in. Rude to me. Rude to my girls, including your sister. You think you're special. The rules don't apply to you. Maybe its because you have a man and you didn't think your sister did. Now your upset because you aren't superior anymore. I don’t know. I don't care. It isn't MY problem. It's yours. Like it or not, the orgasms you've been enjoying belong to me. They're mine to give out when I choose to. And right now... I don't choose to. Not when you don't seem to know you're place."

Olivia's chin comes up defiantly as she tries to interject. You don't stop for her - you plow straight through.

"So no, Olivia. Until I say otherwise, I'm taking my orgasms back. Go see Gary. Be a nasty bitch and fuck his brains out while you call Amy, if you want to. I don't care. But I'll tell you this, no matter how much attention he gives you... you won't cum. You'll go home and rub your clitoris clean off - but there will be no release for you. Not until I give it. So go have fun, Olivia. Feel free to remind us now that we're losers and this is all bullshit. "

Olivia's mouth snaps shut and her eyes burn, her hands are clenched tightly.

Amy is doing her best not to laugh. She knew her sister was going to freak, but she also knows the real freak-out is still to come - when Olivia discovers that it's true - Ryan owns every orgasm. And he can keep them from her.

Olivia flips us all off with both hands and storms out, disappearing into the crowd. A moment later, Amy points her out as she blasts out of the back parking lot and hits the street at speed. Yeah, she's in her feelings. You smile.

"That girl is in serious denial," Kelly remarks, stepping closer. "It's like, she knows it's true but it doesn’t change how she feels about you... and she cant bring herself to accept it."

You nod in agreement as Amy laughs. "Yeah, she's on her way to Gary right now to prove it's all bullshit. She's going to drag his ass somewhere more or less private and find out. Oh gods! She's going to be insane when she can't cum. How long are you going to edge her for?"

"That's up to her", you say. "When she comes back and submits to me properly. Then, maybe I'll reward her."

The whole group breaks into renewed laughter as you move towards the tattoo chairs. Time to go to work.