Love, Obsession, Torture
I knew this was him punishing me, but if he continued like this with that object, I’d literally die of unattained orgasm.
“I’m going out of my mind. Please, don’t do this.” I begged, shaking my head, and a little breathless too. “Please.” I whispered. I was at the verge of tears. With this unimaginable onslaught of pleasure that thing was subjecting me to, I wouldn’t survive a third, or even a second bout of torture.
“You were confident a while ago.”
“I’m at your mercy baby, please.” I gulped, a stray tear rolling down my cheeks. “Release me from the misery, Jack.”