Samia Begs Varga to Let her Cum

Samia knelt, facing the wall as she heard Fiorella return.

“Your master has come to collect you,” she said.

Samia turned, remaining on her knees as Fiorella attached the leash to her collar. She kept her eyes down as Varga approached.

“Today she learned to crawl,” Fiorella said. “I would suggest you make her crawl home, to ensure she remembers her place.

Varga took hold of the leash, and they left Fiorella’s, returning to the house. Samia couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, even though she wore her tunic now; it was still short, anyone behind would have a great view of her exposed ass and pussy. Though she did feel a little wet thinking about what Varga might do to her when they got back. The warm stone floor was rough on her knees, and plenty of people checked her out as she crawled through the streets of Octoton. She didn’t look up at Varga, as she tried her best to remember her training.

Eventually they arrived back at the house, and he removed the leash from her collar.

“Should I remove the collar too?” he asked.

“That is your choice, sir.” She remained on her knees, not making eye contact.

“You may look into my eyes, ****.”

Samia looked up at him, and they shared a smile, before he leant down and kissed her passionately.

As their lips parted, Samia felt a surge of arousal rush through her entire body. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy throbbed with desire. She yearned for more.

“Please may I cum today, sir?” Samia continued to look into his eyes while she was allowed. “I need it so bad.”

Varga paused for a moment, considering her request. The smirk he gave her made her pussy tingle with arousal. He was finally starting to embrace this strange temporary ****-master relationship. “I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, thank you, sir.”

She was almost vibrating with anticipation, knowing that there was a chance he might give her permission to cum. It was exhilarating, the idea that her pleasure was in his hands.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “You have been a good **** today, Samia. You followed your training well, and you are learning quickly.”

Samia nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She was grateful for his approval. “Yes, sir. I’m trying my best.”

Varga gave her a satisfied nod. “Very well. You may cum, but only once. And when I say so.”

Samia's heart leaped in her chest, and she felt her pussy throb with anticipation.

Varga led her up the stairs to their bedchamber, and as they entered, he pushed her onto the bed with a rough hand. She lay there on her back, her heart pounding, her eyes wide with excitement as she looked up at him.

He stood over her, his cock already hard and pulsing. “Now touch yourself, I want to watch you.”

Samia nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, sir.”

She reached down between her legs, her fingers tracing the damp folds of her pussy. Her clit throbbed under her touch, and she knew that she was close almost immediately after the teasing and frustration yesterday.

But Varga was in control here. He had the power to let her cum, and he was enjoying watching her squirm.

“You’re so wet, ****,” he said, his voice low and harsh. “But you’re not allowed to cum yet.”

Samia gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She knew that she had to obey him, but the desire for an orgasm was overwhelming.

She moaned softly as she fingered herself, her entire body trembling with need. Varga watched her, his cock twitching in his pants. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the sheer desire for release.

“Do you want to cum, ****?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Yes, sir, please let me.”

“Hmm. Not yet.”

Samia whimpered, her body quivering with frustration. She knew that she had to obey him, even though her body screamed for release.

Varga continued to watch her, eyes dark with desire. He could see the animalistic intensity in her eyes, the way she was fighting to hold back her orgasm.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum.”

Varga smirked, his voice low and seductive. “I want to see how long you can last, ****. Can you resist the urge to cum for just a little longer?”

Samia bit her lip, her heart racing. She nodded, her determination to obey him stronger than her desire for release.

Varga moved closer to her, his hand stroking her thigh. “That’s a good girl. Keep it up, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Samia moaned softly, her fingers still working her wet pussy.

Varga’s eyes darkened, and his hand found its way to his own arousal, stroking it through the fabric of his pants. Samia watched him, her breathing ragged, her fingertips working hard to please herself.

With a wicked grin, Varga reached down and grabbed Samia’s wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. “You may not touch yourself, ****. I control your pleasure.”

Samia whimpered, her hips bucking upward in protest. She wanted to cum so badly, but Varga had taken away her release.

Instead, he spread her legs wider, leaning down to kiss her inner thighs, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, his sharp facial hair scratching pleasurably. She squirmed beneath him, her body begging for more, but he refused to give her the release she craved.

As he continued to tease her, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her most intimate areas, Samia found herself unable to control her body. Her hips pushed upward desperately.

Varga smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re so close, ****. Do you want to cum?”

Samia groaned, her back arching off the bed. “Please, sir. Please let me cum.”

With a final smirk, Varga climbed on top of her and slid inside her, his cock filling her completely. Samia cried out, her body convulsing around him. He thrust into her, each movement bringing her closer to the edge.

As he continued to dominate her, her body shook with the **** of her impending orgasm. She could feel herself gripping him tightly, her body swallowing him up as she cried out his name.

“Please, Varga, please let me cum.” Her voice shaking, she begged him with every ounce of her being.

Varga, his eyes dark and intense, slowly pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath. He stood up, removing his breeches and revealing his massive erection.

“Not yet, ****,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re not done serving me yet.”

Samia whimpered, her body **** for release. But she knew better than to disobey after her training. She lay there, her heart pounding, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

He pulled out and leaned down, his mouth watering at the sight of her soaking wet pussy. He placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath him. Then, with slow, teasing movements, he traced his tongue along her slit, gathering her juices, and licked her clit with the flat of his tongue.

Samia hissed, then cried out, her hips bucking as she felt the pleasure start to build within her. Varga seemed to love the sound of her desperation, the way her body writhed beneath him.

He continued his torment, his tongue dancing over her clit and dipping into her wet pussy. Her body tensed, her breaths short and sharp, as she begged for release.

“Please, sir, please let me cum,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

Varga chuckled, his erection throbbing with anticipation. “Not yet, ****.”

She loved that he’d embraced the role of her master, but hated it too, in this moment. Couldn’t he just let her cum already!

He stood up and climbed back on top of her, his erection sliding into her slick entrance.

Varga thrust harder than before, his face contorted with pleasure as he watched her. He knew that he had the power to give her the release she so desperately craved, and he seemed to be loving it.

“You’re so close, ****,” he growled, his voice low and dark. “Do you want to cum for me?”

Samia moaned, her body trembling with urgency. “Yes, sir. Please.”

Varga smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Then cum for me, ****. Let go of all your inhibitions and let yourself fall.”

With a final thrust, he released inside her, shooting his hot seed deep within her. Samia cried out, her body convulsing as she finally succumbed to the pleasure that had been building within her.

She closed her eyes and let herself go, her body trembling with pleasure as she cried out his name. She felt the waves of orgasm wash over her, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock.

After she came, he continued to fuck her, eyes staring into hers as he was close himself.

He thrust deeper, his movements growing more frantic, his body tensing as he felt the impending climax within him.

“Ahhh Samia, I love you,” he grunted, his voice low and intense.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his back. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and knew that he was close to cumming. She wanted to please him, to give him what he wanted.

“I love you too.”

With a final thrust, Varga came within her, his body jerking as he released his seed deep inside her.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He reached down, grabbing her face with both hands, and kissed her gently, his lips soft and tender, his eyes filled with love and desire.

Samia returned his kiss, her heart swelling with love and devotion.

In that moment, Samia knew that she was his, and he was hers. It felt like he’d forgiven her for what happened back in Jocia.

“Should I remove the collar?” Varga asked as they lay in bed together, gathering their breath after the intense fucking he just gave her.

“No, leave it on. I need to stay in character. I should sleep on the floor too.” She was about to roll off the bed, but Varga wrapped her up and held her in a firm grip.

“Please, sleep with me tonight.” He looked into her eyes, his stare full of love.

She couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I love you, Selena. I can treat you like a **** when I need to, trust me. And I trust you to act like too. But tonight, let me treat you like I’ll treat you for the rest of our lives, should you want me.”

“I love you too, Varga.” She snuggled into him. “Tomorrow is the big day; I have an idea.”

“Hmm?”

“We’ll be able to get into the ball, but it’s me who needs to get upstairs and find the tiara. I saw the way Marco looked at me the other day, you could offer a trade, at least for the evening.”

“That might work, but I won’t be able to protect you.” He held her close as they cuddled.

“I’ll be fine. He’s family, once I get somewhere private, I can remove the ring. All I need is for him to not tell anyone else that I’m there.”

“Alright.”