I want it

My breathing came shallow as my mind ground to a halt. She was so close and what she did had started feeling so good. My cock ached in its cage, begging and drooling for sweet release, but my twisted step sister kept it from me. I wanted it, and she knew I wanted it, but she wanted me to say it.

Mixed feelings welled up inside me, rage at my step sister for putting me in this position, helplessness as I sat there trapped, lust for the release I needed, stubborn pride wanting me to refuse her and a dash of desire to give in. Well, maybe more than a dash.

As I say there, regaining my breath, without consciously making a decision, I whispered, “I want it.” My eyes dropped as I gave in to her, not able to look her in the eye as she got this victory.

I expected a condescending remark or a cry of victory from her, but she gently tilted my face up towards her’s. We were inches apart and she looked deep into my eyes. She searched my eyes, for what, I don’t know, but she searched for what felt like an eternity. She must not have found what she was looking for as she dropped my face and sighed deeply. Without a word, she began undoing my restraints and let me off the chair. I stared at her confused and all she said was, “you’re not ready yet.” And started walking out of her room.

“Can you let me out of this cage?” I yelled after her, trying to get something out of this ordeal, but all she did is laugh.

Hanging my head in defeat, I went to my room and played down for bed, mentally exhausted from the day and wishing I could just jerk off.