Stop

"Stop! Please!" You say, trying to steady the tone of your voice, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Much to your surprise, he stops.

"Ready to tell me where the map is?" You let your head fall back as he speaks, he sounds threatening. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

You're suddenly very aware of yourself and your needs, as you look at your still hard dick and sigh; it will be impossible to stay calm and concentrate with your cock like this.

"Poor thing." He speaks, mockingly. "Do you need help?"

You chuckle, looking up at him and answering with a sarcastic tone: "Not from someone like you"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he turns back to leave, marching away. You seem puzzled as you watch him go, and then you realize what he is doing; he is leaving you there, alone and hard, to get off on your own.

Before he's able to leave, you say in a breath "Don't", and he stops. He turns his head to you, as if expecting you to apologize.

For the second time, something on you know that he's smirking.

"Please..." You moan despite yourself, looking at him while jerking yourself off.