His dick, quivering from the torment before, pulsated in her hand, evident to her eyes, right before she began stroking it with a tranquil pace. Her hand jerked the tender foreskin of his cock up and down, looking so small and delicate around it.
"It's so big!" She bit his shoulder and rested her chin on it, watching the exposed pink tip, soaked with a thin, glistening layer of pre-cum. It glimmered with the setting sunlight.
He whimpered heartily, his cheeks turning crimson, and rested his head upon her shoulder, his eyes following the soft rhythm of her hand, his dick getting harder.
A soft smirk curled her lips, her eyes delighted with the view. Her ears echoed with his bashful whimpers, quivers running down her spine.
A flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. He instinctively tried to shift away from her intense gaze, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to resist. Up and down, her hand tormented the nerves of his cock, making it harder and juicier.
It had been so long since he'd felt this rush, this all-consuming tremor that spread through his body at her touch. A forgotten sensation, now vividly rekindled.
The pleasure was near to the forgotten feeling as if he had never experienced her domination. He had missed her prominent eyes and hands.
Maybe that was the reason his eyes rolled back, goosebumps bloomed all over his skin like stardust, and his heartbeat thumped louder like drums.
Every inch of his body called out her name, his moans getting louder and his body losing stature in her arms.
"How does it feel?" She questioned, clutching his throat in her icy grasp, stroking his cock faster.
She had a deep need to see him diminish under her. It was a looming feeling, growing enormous in her stomach with each passing second.
"I - I don't know!" His moans cracked, and his hair rustled against her chest. His belly - in and out, and his dick shuddered with every nerve on it, charging with pleasure.
His eyes were closed, but he couldn't miss the shift in her voice, a chilling undercurrent that sent a shiver down his spine despite the heat of his arousal.
"Should it not feel good?" She questioned, her tone deadly. She stopped, her eyes restive, and looked at him.
"What?" His eyes wrinkled, and his breaths hitched in his throat.
He was clueless of what suffering her eyes were beholding. Yet, he felt it in his every cell, cold, like the breeze whooshing inside, through the glass door.
"It should feel good." She growled in her nominal tone, a slight dread blended.
She was not herself. Her words, her actions, and her tone. They were not her.
"It should -" She murmured and spat in her palm, wishing to cause him pleasure and shamelessness. "It should feel good." With vigorous hands, she glistened his dick with it and began stroking him.
Whimpers broke out of his mouth like breaths, his body seizing the heat of pleasure and agony. Viscous and sticky, his dick made seductive noises along with pre-cum, against her palm, spurring both of them.
His heart boomed, her spit arousing his dick even more with a burning sensation. "You just need more!" She glittered his dick with more spit, stroking him faster. She tightened her fingers, seizing his throat, and wished to see a dirtier picture of him.
His eyes swelled, and his moans turned into soft gasps. His body writhed in her arms, and pleasure coated his skin like another layer.
His throat turned hoarse, his chest heaving up for tiny breaths. His dick ached and his nipples stood erect. Pre-cum dribbled down the tip of his cock like seeping threads, coating her fingers.
He could not breathe any longer and neither could his dick.
"Yes!" she growled, and smirked, watching him. "Yes, you need more. I should give you more." Her clit quivered at the sound of his moans and at the look of his body, jitters running all over hers.
She squeezed his cock, unaware of the ruins it was going to hail, and bit his neck, savoring his choking noises. He was finally begging.
His gasps under the stronghold of her fingers hitched, then stopped. His mouth opened a silent cry. The back of his head pressed against her shoulder. He exhaled, a shuddering breath, and then the moans began, raw and uncontrolled.
"Is it enough?" she whispered, her hand moving faster, stroking his engorged cock. The tip glistened, pearls of white and slimy pre-cum.
He was poised on the edge, every nerve-ending screaming. He was so close he could taste it. "I'm going to—" he gasped, his voice breaking.
The pleasure was too much for him. All of it drove him insane to the edge of no control. Her spit was used instead of lube, and her relentless fingers, her tone, and her dark gaze. All of it was way too much for him.
She continued, her hand firm and insistent, stroking him until he felt like he would burst. She needed to hear him, needed to feel the release in his body. Her own breath quickened.
"I'm going to—!" he cried out, arching against her.
He reached for her, a silent plea. But she stopped. His breath hitched. He felt the quivering deep within him, a frustrating, delicious torment.
Her hands moved to his thighs, her eyes on his throbbing cock. A smirk played on her lips. "Are you alright?"
He gasped - his chest up and deep down. His distressed eyes met hers, filled with tears just a touch away from the edge of his eyes.
She said nothing, grasped his shoulders, and yanked him upright. She did not see any wasted second as ideal. Every second was to be used to ease the frustration down her spine.
She slipped her fingers on his heaving chest and grasped his sensitive cock with her other hand.
His body was still convulsing with the aftershocks of denied release. His dick was filled with juices just an inch away from bursting, his balls aching and wet with pre-cum.
But she did not hail mercy. She began stroking his cock and teasing his nipple with her fingers, not allowing his sensitive body a second of rest.
He tried to speak, to ask her why, but all he could manage was soft moans.
Slow and gentle, she stroked his pulsating dick, teasing the glowing and pink tip with her thumb and fingers.
One time, she rubbed the tip of his cock. The second time, she stroked the base of his cock, driving him crazier with heavy moans and a heaving body.
She was cruel. More than usual self. She did not know it. She was performing the calls of her heart and mind, dashing to soothe both.
She pinched his nipple and wrung it as if trying to milk him. He whimpered, watching his nipple harden and redden against her bitter fingers.
Bashfulness rushed down his body and aroused him more. His body and soul were on the edge of losing control. His dick pulsating worse.
Then her fingers brushed his nipple, slow and gentle. The sting was altered into soft bliss, twisting the knot in his stomach even more.
He whimpered, she admired, her eyes gazing at him, turning all red and withering into her arms like a feather. She felt content deep in her heart. Her mind and soul were both on a higher cloud than him.
"I'm going to —-" He cried, letting her know the desire of his balls and his dick. His juices were seconds away from soiling her hands and soaking his skin.
She stopped.
She left him gasping, growling, and whimpering, trembling in her arms.
"Ziya—" He cried, holding his dick in his hand, showing her how badly he needed to cum. Ziya watched him, his body trembling with pent-up desire, his breath catching in ragged gasps. His face was flushed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Rigidly, she positioned him straight with a smirk and stroked his cock. "No! I can't!" He cried. He wanted to cum so badly, but here he was being teased and used like a toy.
He had been wishing for this day to appear. But it was more than he had asked for. It was so much for his body and mind. He couldn't last long.
Yet, he lasted for another two rounds. She drove him to the very edge and then left him right there to cry and beg with drooling lips and a whining body.
And when the last round stood upfront, he broke down in tears, calling out the safe word. "Orange."
He had never felt such pleasure before. Her actions and ways were different. She had never acted and treated him like that before. He could not figure out what had gotten into her, but he could not handle it anymore.
His body was steaming up, the pleasure was still coursing into his nerves like blood. His moans were still stuck into his throat and his mind had gone blank, while she was sitting with her fluttering at his heaving body.
She gazed at her wet fingers as if a ghost had crossed by her and gulped down, her throat tightened to breathe properly.
END OF THE CHAPTER
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