Edging & Promises...

Edging & Promises...

She didn’t plan on edging me so hard, for so long, that night.  It was supposed to be a quick whirl before bedtime, just to keep the machinery in order.  But once my chin tipped back, my fists clenched, and my legs started trembling, her plan changed…

“Really?  Already?”

I could barely grunt a reply.  Steady streams of slick precum answered on my behalf. Countless days of denial had taken their toll.

In that moment, something possessed her.  Everything changed – her voice, her gaze, her grip – awakened to a new, urgent purpose – raw, searing focus on every detail of the scene before her. Sweet turned stern. Tender turned vicious.  Soft turned rough and slow turned quick…

My toes curled.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She growled, “Are you close?  Are you fighting the urge to cum?  Are you holding back, waiting for my permission, like a good boy?”

Through gritted teeth, the best I could do was nod.

“If I stroke you hard and fast like this, will it make you cum?”

Another nod.

Her tone was neither playful nor pouty.  Instead, she placed harsh, threatening edges on every word, “But I haven’t given you permission yet!”

Thoughts of consequences flashed to mind.  I literally whimpered in her hands.  My eyes clamped shut.

“Hey!” voice like a whip, “Look at me!  Look into my eyes, right here!  Don’t try to hide.  Focus!  Focus on this.  Watch!  Watch exactly what I do to you.”

Muscles twitching, breath seizing… My universe narrowed to the taut thread of energy between us, quivering with tension, ready to snap.

Intense – focused – relentless, “Good.  If I give you permission and stroke you hard and fast, just like this, will you cum for me?”

Against my sweat-soaked pillow, an emphatic nod.  It was all I could muster.

A twist in the plot, “Do you promise?”

Mind scrambled, my confusion was obvious.  Was she giving me my moment?  Finally?

“Do you promise to cum for me?”

Another emphatic nod.

Rhythm unrelenting, grip tightening, “Say it.  Promise to cum for me, and I will stroke you hard and fast, just like this.”

An incoherent gush of promises, pledges, vows, pleas – everything I could think of – it all spilled out.  Anything she wanted, I would say.  Anything she needed, I would do.

“Good.”  What should have been satisfaction instead sounded sinister – twisted, “Then cum for me, baby.”

Another twist in the plot: She let go – leaving me to reel against my edge, abandoned, quivering in shock, unable to finish.

As dark and sinister as ever, “What’s wrong?  I said you could cum, baby.”

Bewilderment overshadowed pleasure.  My edge faded.

Her tight fist once again took my cock.  Fast, merciless strokes, “Oh, right!  I said I’d stroke you… hard and fast.  Alright then.  Cum for me now, baby.”

She took me to a new edge – higher, faster, sharper than the one before.  And then, as I glimpsed the crest… she let go.  My entire body wracked and curled.

Not the slightest hint of sympathy or amusement in her voice – just intent and focus, “Baby, I said I’d stroke you… hard and fast.  But I never said I’d do it all at once.”

A cold shiver raced from my spine to my soul.  My edge faded.

One by one, her fingers wrapped around my cock.  Then, with a sharp glare and faint grunt, she did it again.  A mere ten quick strokes – less than five seconds – before I slammed into another brutal edge, “But you… You promised… You promised to cum for me…”

An excruciating pause.  And then she did it again, “You promised…”

I lie in a perfect silhouette of my own body, sheets stained in sweat.  And again, “Just cum for me.  I thought that’s what you wanted.  This is your chance, baby.  Do it!…”

My vision swirled.  Another crushing edge, “Hey!  Eyes here, baby!  Don’t you dare zone out.  Stay with me.  Look at me!  Show me your eyes.  Show me what I do to you!…”

A pause.  And again, “That’s it, baby!  Try to cum!…”

And again, “Comeon!  Try harder!…”

And again, “TRY HARDER!”

…

She didn’t plan on edging me so hard, for so long, that night.  It was supposed to be a quick whirl before bedtime, just to keep the machinery in order.  But once I promised to cum for her, her plan changed.  Everything changed.

My tattered consciousness barely sensed the alarm clock going off.  I think she hit the Snooze button twice, but I will never be sure.  I remember her hopping out of bed – inexplicably energized, even though she didn’t sleep.  I remember the most utter and complete exhaustion of my life, pressing me into the bed, pinning me down like a bag of chains on my chest.

Before leaving for work, she stopped to kiss my cheek.  I hadn’t moved.  A crisp whisper in my ear, “I’m holding you to your promise.  Tonight, try harder…”

Thanks to Her Body on My Mind