Orgasm Denial

Lila’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling under Celeste’s relentless control. The sting of the strap still lingered on her skin, a searing reminder of her Mistress’s dominance. But Celeste wasn’t done—not even close. She stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor as she set the strap aside. The sound was deliberate, calculated, and it made Lila’s pulse quicken.

“You’ve been so good, pet,” Celeste purred, her voice low and velvety. She trailed a single finger down Lila’s thigh, the touch light but electrifying. “But I think it’s time to test your limits. Don’t you?”

Lila swallowed hard, her lips parting to respond, but Celeste’s sharp gaze silenced her before she could speak. She doesn’t want words. She wants obedience. Lila nodded, her breath hitching as Celeste’s hand moved higher, her fingers brushing against the edge of the dildo still buried deep inside her.

“This,” Celeste said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “is where the real fun begins.” She gripped the base of the dildo, her movements slow and deliberate, and began to pull it out—inch by agonizing inch. Lila’s body clenched around it, her hips instinctively arching to keep it inside, but Celeste’s free hand pressed down on her stomach, forcing her still.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Celeste chided, her tone teasing. “No moving, pet. Remember the rules.”

Lila whimpered, her fingers digging into the edge of the table. The friction was exquisite, a torturous kind of pleasure that made her head spin. Celeste paused when only the tip of the dildo remained inside, her sharp eyes locked on Lila’s trembling form. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “So ****. So needy. But you’re going to wait, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Celeste,” Lila whispered, her voice shaking. She could feel her body screaming for release, every nerve ending alight with want, but she knew better than to beg. Celeste had taught her that much.

“Good girl,” Celeste said, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. She pushed the dildo back in, the movement just as deliberate as before, and Lila’s breath hitched as it filled her completely. Celeste leaned down, her lips brushing against Lila’s ear as she spoke. “You’re going to take everything I give you, pet. And when I decide you’ve earned it, then you’ll cum. Not a moment sooner.”

Lila nodded, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. Celeste began to move the dildo in slow, rhythmic thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure rippling through Lila’s body. Her hips ached to move, to meet each thrust, but Celeste’s hand on her stomach kept her pinned in place.

“That’s it,” Celeste murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. “Feel it, pet. Feel how good it is to be mine.”

Lila’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, her fingers gripping the table so tightly her knuckles turned white. The pleasure was building, coiling low in her belly, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge. But Celeste’s words echoed in her mind—when I decide you’ve earned it, then you’ll cum.

Celeste’s thrusts quickened, the pace relentless, and Lila’s moans grew louder, more ****. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, the pressure building with each stroke. But just as she felt herself about to tip over the edge, Celeste stopped. The sudden absence of motion was almost worse than the pain of the strap, and Lila let out a soft, pitiful whimper.

“Not yet, pet,” Celeste said, her voice calm but firm. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Lila’s ear. “You’re not ready.”

Lila’s body trembled, her hips instinctively arching in search of friction, but Celeste’s hand pressed down on her stomach, keeping her still. “Patience,” Celeste murmured, her voice a low, velvety purr. “You’ll get what you deserve when I say so.”

She straightened up, her sharp eyes surveying Lila’s trembling form. “You’re mine to control, pet. Every gasp, every tremble, every moan—they’re all mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Celeste,” Lila whispered, her voice shaking. She could feel the heat of Celeste’s gaze on her, the weight of her dominance pressing down on her like a physical ****. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and it made her head spin.