She whimpered. It was unfair. It was so unfair. She sat on his lap on the green sofa, legs slightly spread. The only light in the room was the remnant of the evening sun glowing softly. She was naked, her legs slightly spread as she squirmed in his lap. He was fully clothed. One of his hands gently fondled her perky right breast; the other hand sat over her crotch. She whimpered again.

His hand, blue veins visible, made a small swirling motion. His index finger, and only his index finger, circled gently over her clit. Around and around he teased her, slowly pressing in and out. Her upper body tensed. "Please---" "No, I'm going at my own pace, kitten." Another soft whine rang out.

This was their daily ritual, or at least the start of it. He'd always build up ever so slowly. She could barely endure it. "It's been 15 months..." "And hopefully we'll get another 15 in easily." Her breath caught. Everyday, her panties clung to her. Fifteen months without an orgasm really breaks a girl, especially with daily edge sessions. "Can I at least have your cock today?" "You know you don't deserve that." Whimpering ensued.

He moved his finger around her vagina. She had flaps of skin, puffy from denial, reaching out beyond her plump lips. He fondled these, pushing around their wet surfaces. Masterfully, he traced her entrance out before returning to her clit. This time, his middle finger began to tease her, too.

"Mmmph!" She held her tongue. She didn't want him to start over. A droplet of grool leaked out. Instead of circling, he now rubbed up and down, ever so slowly. His upper hand teased at her hard nipple, tracing around it. Around and around. He assaulted on two fronts. He controlled her weak points, her sensitive nipples, her twitching clit, and he reveled in it. Her toes curled involuntarily.

The woman's whimpering echoed louder in the room. He called her kitten, but she sounded more like a dog in heat: a bitch. "Fuck!" He had pulled his fingers up her clit quickly. Now, he moved on to attacking it with three digits.

The increase in fingers coincided with a quickening of the rubbing. Her legs began to spasm, the veins in her thighs pulsing. Her upper body rotated back and forth, trying to escape his grasp. Finally, her cunt began convulsing, clinching down and releasing rhythmically. He pulled away. Her buildup was ruined. She slowly returned to her normal, horny self.

His top hand moved to her mouth. He smothered her, not letting her voice escape. Then, he plunged his index finger into her. He rotated his wrist, pushing in and out. Her soaked folds eagerly rubbed against him. Her eyes widened, and her stomach pushed out in a spasm from the sudden pleasure.

The fingering made a pleasant sound to accompany her muffled moans. In and out, in and out. His finger violated her, showing her how weak she was. She began convulsing again, tightening her somewhat loose hole around its visitor. Her shoulders waved back and forth. Again, he stopped. The buildup was lost. No orgasm came.

"That's two. Let's try for ninety-eight more tonight." Her eyes clouded with fear. She accepted her fate, letting tears run down her cheeks.