Look at you. Desperate. Needy. Already gripping your pathetic cock just at the sound of my voice. That’s right, little pet… stroke it slow. Feel how your body trembles for me. You know why? Because I own your pleasure. Your orgasms? Mine. Your moans? Mine. Every weak, shuddering gasp you make? All for me. You’re going to edge for me tonight. You’re going to suffer for me tonight. And when you beg? I’ll laugh. Because I decide if you cum. And right now? I decide no.
