Slow down. Edge her until she breaks.

You press onwards, steadily maintaining the deluge of sensations.

Suddenly, her whole body tenses. Every muscle contracts, limbs contorting. She locks in place, completely still. She stays like this for a moment, breathless. The calm before the storm. With each movement of your hand, you feel the tension building to an inevitable overflow.

You pull both hands away. Her restrained body chases after you, slamming against the chains. A whining moan comes from her covered head, which turns side to side searching for where you went. Her legs squirm under the restraints, fighting for an ounce of stimulation.

You wait several strategic moments. You raise a hand back to her cleavage first. You gently fondle a breast in each hand, circling the underside of each one, rubbing the nipples softly with each stroke. Her chest heaves at your touch, tremors shooting across her body. "So sensitive..." you note. You keep at it for nearly half a minute, building her back up slowly.

Again you place a hand between her legs, teasing her slowly. You explore every crevice, taking your time. Your hand glides across her soaked skin. Her body moves rhythmically to your touches, her lust building back up quickly. You can read her clearly now, and you stop at the first tell tale tremor of a nearing climax. At this, the gorgon turns furious.

She slams forward and back against the chains, overtaken by frustration. Her skin is hot red around her neck, her breathing heavy.

"Thoo fuggin biff!" She yells through the makeshift gag.

You grab a nipple in one hand, twisting tightly. Her yelp is loud, but you silence her quickly by thrusting two fingers up inside her.

"Tell me the password, and I'll let you cum."

You fingers move quickly. It takes very little effort now to drive her to the edge. A single touch throws her body into rhythmic undulations. Again you take your hand away, resting it between her thighs.

Outrage and desperation consume her entire demeanor. Her mind is ready to break.

You drive your fingers in and out of her, in shifting rhythms. You vacillate between quick thrusts and gentle caresses expertly, sending her desperation to new heights. You continue for awhile, teasing then edging her.

You pull the rope out of her mouth.

"Say it." You demand, continuing your strategic ****.

"Pleassse!" she hisses.

"Say it."

You move both hands down, one on the clit, and the other between her labia. Each glides imperceptibly slow. She emits loud, feral moans now.

"Please let me cum!"

"Say it."

"Providence!" she cries, nearly sobbing.

Finally.