Slowly your body rocked in his lap. You could feel every inch of his length being gripped by your needy, slick hole as you worked your hips in a steady rhythm. Each movement forward building the anticipation as you felt the head approaching your g-spot. A quiet gasp escaping your lips as you felt the first brush of his tip against that sensitive little button.

Your finger tips begin to curl into his thighs as you lean back just so. You start to lose a sense of your surroundings as your pace quickens ever so slightly and you try to race to the climax you so desperately need. Finally your mouth hangs open and you can feel that release within your grasp. Just a few... more... seconds...

Slap

The sting of his hand against your cheek pulses through your body. The shock ripples from the soft skin of your face to your aching fuck hole and your body goes tense. Immediately you hold yourself back from the edge of climax.

"Don't."

You hold your breath. The promise of ecstasy quickly replaced by the worry that you may disappoint him. Each twitch of your body is agony as you feel your entire existence fighting off what you so badly crave. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you breathe. Your body relaxes and your cunt releases it's vice grip on his cock. Your head drops as your eyes finally open to see him looking up at you.

"That's a good toy." You're so desperate that even just his voice could send you over the edge. You dig your claws into his chest once again. He reaches up and caresses the pink cheek that just met his hand the moment before.

"Fleshlights don't cum." You tense once again as you're reminded of your place. You're not his kitten, princess, or baby girl in this moment. You're his possession. Just a sleeve to bring him over the edge before being tossed aside to be cleaned. You exhale slowly through your nose and his growl breaks the tension once again.

"Continue."

You shift your position in his lap as his gaze shifts back to the erotic images flashing on the tv behind you. Your hands coming to rest on his firm, masculine chest. You slowly begin to lift yourself up and down on his length. Savoring the journey down each time as you feel him filling you entirely. Hoping that the minor adjustment and extra effort will stave off your own orgasm but seconds later your body beings to betray you again and you halt your movements to pull yourself back from the edge.

Slap

Once again your body convulses from the strike. The sting almost pushing you clear over the edge and crashing head long into a mind-bending climax. You breathe sharply through your nose and turn your head instinctively to avoid a follow-up impact that you know will break your will.

"Don't." His first word is punctuated by a firm, downward slap on your right breast. "Fucking." Another equally firm slap to your left breast. "Stop." A surprise, simultaneous slap on each of your ass cheeks.

"Plea--" Your voice betrays you. Fleshlights don't speak. You start to grind on his lap in a desperate attempt to divert his attention to the sensation but you know full well it's in vain.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Toys don't fucking speak." His words are cold as his hand twists your nipple. "Now either make me cum or I'll take matters into my own hands."

You spasm and shiver as you fight desperately to hold yourself back once again.

"Goddamnit."

In an instant you're on your back. His large frame pinning you down beneath him as your legs instinctively spread to accommodate him. It's an all too familiar position in your training. His left hand squeezing perfectly so on either side of your throat. His dominant right working it's way across your body with well orchestrated, open-handed impact. The sound of his hand hitting your body fills the room alongside the fleshly cracks of his hips meeting yours as he pounds into your body with his. You may have failed in your duties but at least you know it will be over soon. Soon you'll feel him flood your insides with his thick, hot cum and you'll be able to pull yourself down from the ledge and regain your sanity.

"Such a greedy fucking toy you are." He slaps you across the face again as you feel his thrusts become more erratic. Finally he growls and applies more pressure to your throat. You're delirious but you've made it. You feel the relief cascade over your body as his warmth fills your body and his body spasms into you. His grunts and growls replacing the slaps that had filled the room seconds earlier until finally he finally stops moving.

Then, just as his heavy frame comes to rest on top of you, the reality of your failure sets in. You dig your nails into his back and whimper into his neck. His arms slide beneath your body and pull you into his. You both understand far more training is needed but in spite of this setback, you know that he believes in you.

Finally, after a few moments of silence, your body starts to come back from the edge. Your breathing slows. He can feel you relax and he rolls over onto his side as his cock slips from the grasp of your dripping hole. You gasp as you feel the thick cum begin to leak from deep inside of you. His delicate touch caresses your skin as he runs his fingers down your stomach and between your thighs. You know he won't hold you off forever. He cares for you. You sigh contently as you feel his finger scoop up some of his own cum and begin to swirl it around your clit. His face plants soft kisses over your shoulder before you feel his lips beside your ear. His warm breath soothing you after your ordeal as his fingers expertly work you towards the release you've so badly needed.

You begin to rock your hips against his hand. Helping him push you towards that release. His lips gently kiss your ear, sending a shiver down your neck. Your lips part and you begin to moan quietly as you speed towards climax. You can hear the gentle parting of his lips just barely glancing over your skin. Waiting for those words to grant you permission to cum.

"Three..." Your hips quicken against his hand and you begin to anticipate the release.

"Two..." Your breathing gets sharper. You can feel it building inside of you.

"One..." Your moan becomes a mixture of desperation and joy.

His hand freezes and your eyes lock with his.

"Don't."