"Remember," he said. "Stop me. Stop me before it gets to be too much."
He knelt down in front of me, and it was all I could do not to shout at him. No. I can't. I
won't be able to take it.
Looking up, he saw it in my eyes.
"You can do it," he whispered. "I know you can."
Surrendering, I let my knees fall apart. The first thing he did was press a hot kiss on
the inside of my thigh, before digging his teeth in a little. I squirmed. He repeated this on the
other side, then looked up at me again.
"If I taste you, will you come?"
I wanted, so badly, to tell him I wouldn't.
I wanted to lie.
"Yes," I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
"You know what to do," he murmured.
I did. Breathing. Five counts in, ten counts out.
"I'm ready," I said, after a few moments. The tension had calmed to a dull roar.
His tongue was soft and slow. Savoring me. I groaned and shuddered, my hips
bucking towards him, but it wasn't enough to push me over the edge. Not yet.
He didn't hesitate. He trusted me. My head was spinning, and I started to clench -
"Stop," I almost sobbed out, "please, Sir, please stop."
Pulling back, he frowned up at me.
"Do I have to leave you alone for a while?" he asked.
"Please don't," I whispered, gripping the edges of my chair. "Please, Sir, I'm begging..."
"For what?" he asked, softly, sitting back on his heels.
"Just let me..." I swallowed hard, a lump rising in my throat. "I'm weak. The way I get
when you're around, I can't control myself at all. It's not going to matter if you leave me alone
for a few minutes, or an hour, or a day. As soon as you touch me, hell, as soon as you look at
me..." My voice was shaking, and I hated myself for it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never want to
disappoint you. But I just can't."
For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Every one of my heartbeats seemed to take
minutes.
"If I told you come now," he said, "would you?"
"I..." I swallowed thickly. "I don't understand."
"I mean, without being touched," he said, his voice quiet and almost...awed-sounding,
like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. "I mean without touching yourself. Do you
think you could?"
"I don't..." This was something I'd heard of in whispered legends, but I suppose I'd
never really tried. "I don't know," I confessed.
"Try," he urged, touching my leg lightly. "Squeeze your thighs together. Use the
muscles inside that you think are so far out of your control. And when I tell you to do it...just
imagine the sweet relief."
I was. God, was I.
"Can't I just..." I started to ask, almost certain I already knew the answer.
He shook his head. "You come like this, on my terms, or you don't come at all tonight.
Remember: I control your pleasure."