She pretends not to be

"Uhhn!" She protested, squirming in his grasp, unintentionally—or maybe not—wiggling against him.

"No?" He asked mockingly. "You wouldn't like a few guys to see you like this? Maybe some girls too?"

"Nnnn!" She said, shook her head wildly, exaggeratedly.

"Well, your mind says no, but your body says yes," he pointed out, briefly touching the sensitive underside of her glans.

"Mmpph! Ahhh!"

The sounds that came out of her mouth now were of arousal. Her ass clenched as she drove her hips forwards, eager to be touched, but he denied her, placing his hand back on her hip and waiting for her to settle down.

Where previously her erection had started to wane, she was back to full hardness now. And, truth be told, the power he had over her was having an effect on him too, as his own member now pressed into her. However, both of their releases would have to wait; he was not ready to take her to the next stage just yet.

Instead, he slowly released her, taking care to give her time to regain her own balance. He stepped back silently, then resumed his circling.

From the way her head twisted to follow the sound of his footsteps, he knew Eldwyn could hear him move. She knew he was there, lingering, threatening. He made her wait, longer than before, as she stood there naked, with her member standing prominently away from her body.

He knew this wasn't quite enough to keep her arousal at this level, so after a time, he reached out at random intervals, caressing her body in light, fleeting touches. Her arm, then perhaps a thigh, or her hair. Sometimes he used his palm, other times just a fingernail, making sure he kept her guessing where his next touch would land.

Throughout her ordeal, he carefully made sure to avoid her prick, though, and she grew increasingly **** for release.

Her world shrank, focusing only on his next touch. She tried to anticipate it, but he took great joy in toying with her. It was obvious, from the way she held her weight, her ass tight, hips thrust forwards, and from how she bit on her gag in frustration. She moaned desperately, and the sound of her own lust echoing off the walls made her blush.

Soon, he knew, she would be ready. He chose the time carefully, and when he saw the moment was right—tempting as it was to draw out her suffering—he moved in close behind her, then reached around to grasp her cock gently, but firmly in his hand. He gave it one light stroke, but then held his hand still.

"Ahhhhn!" She cried into her gag. "Uhhh!"

She bucked her hips frantically, but he denied her the friction she needed to get off.

"You're leaking so much pre-cum..." He whispered into her ear. "Do you want to cum?"

She tried a nod, but the leash was too taut. "Eeahh, 'urr..."

"...but I'm not going to let you. I want you to stay just like this, right on the edge, so close it almost hurts."

"Aahhhnn..."

"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, soothingly caressing her hair with his other hand. "Hold still for me, little pet. Just breathe."

Reluctantly, he could feel her obey his order. She panted heavily through her nose as her ass clenched with pent up desire, but her hips stopped bucking, and she sagged into his embrace, surrendering completely.

Her prick still pulsed in his hand, and with every exhalation, a mewl of arousal escaped from her throat, high pitched and pleading, but he was determined to make his point.

"You are mine, pet," he told her.

She whimpered pathetically, desperately needing him to touch her more.

"Your body belongs to me, and I decide when you cum; if you cum."

Her answer came in the form of a low moan, beyond words, merely a sound of yearning and desire, but it was all the answer he needed. He gave her cock another long, slow stroke, rolling his palm over the head, smearing the pre-cum that had gathered there, before freezing once more. She moaned pitifully, but didn't move.

"Good girl," he whispered. "Now, I want you to stay exactly like this, don't move."

He caressed her hair gently with his hand one more time, then let go of her. He circled to her front and stepped back a few steps to admire her.

She was beautiful.

Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, her nostrils flaring. Her body was slick with sweat, and she glistened in the low light. She kept her thighs tightly clenched together, and her cock throbbed excitedly. A drip of pre-cum detached from the head and slowly stretched into a thin strand, a drop forming at the end until it detached and landed onto the floor with a muted 'plop'.

It was clear she couldn't take much more of this, and Lucas' own need was getting close to overwhelming his self-control as well. It was time. He stepped forwards, reaching around her for the leash, deftly untying it from the ropes around her arms.

Eldwyn all but collapsed into his arms, sighing with relief. He ended up having to lift her slight body in his arms, one arm behind her shoulders, the other holding her legs. He couldn't say he much minded holding her like that as he carried her into his bedroom. She nuzzled his neck as he walked, her cheeks hot and flushed. And wet with her drool, he wryly noted a moment later.

When he got to his bed, he carefully set her down on her knees, feet just off the edge. She had recovered enough by this point to hold her own weight, but that position wasn't quite to his liking.