"Hey, you ready for our game tonight?" Lisa's voice was playful, yet there was an undercurrent of something more serious in her tone. She stood in the doorway of my room, leaning casually against the frame with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and I could see the glint of anticipation in them.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves. "Yeah, I guess so," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "What's the plan?"

Lisa sauntered into the room, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that accentuated her curves and a snug t-shirt that clung to her body in all the right places. My eyes followed her every move, and I felt a surge of heat rush through me.

"Same as always," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You know the rules."

I nodded, though my mouth had gone dry. The rules were simple: she would tease me relentlessly, pushing me to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment. It was a game we had played before, but tonight felt different. There was an intensity in her gaze that hadn't been there before, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this time, things might go further than they ever had.

"Alright," I managed to say, forcing myself to meet her eyes. "Let's do it."

Lisa's smile widened, and she took a step closer, her fingers brushing lightly against my arm. "Good boy," she purred, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, let's get started."

She led me over to the bed, where she had already set up a few items: a blindfold, some soft restraints, and a bottle of lube. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight, the reality of what was about to happen hitting me full force.

"Lie down," she instructed, her voice firm but gentle. I did as she said, stretching out on the bed and watching as she picked up the blindfold. She moved to stand beside me, her fingers deftly tying the fabric around my eyes, blocking out my vision. The world went dark, and I felt a wave of nervous excitement wash over me.

"Perfect," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. "Now, just relax. Let me take care of everything."

The bed shifted slightly as she climbed on, positioning herself between my legs. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I could feel my cock twitching in response, already half-hard from the situation.

Lisa's hands ghosted over my thighs, her touch light and teasing. She moved slowly, deliberately, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but a soft moan escaped me as her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"Shh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just enjoy it, okay?"

I nodded, though she couldn't see me. Her hands continued their slow ascent, moving higher and higher until they reached the waistband of my pants. She paused there, her fingers hovering just above the bulge in my underwear. I held my breath, waiting for her next move, my body tense with anticipation.

Finally, she made her move, her fingers slipping beneath the elastic of my boxers and wrapping around my throbbing erection. I gasped, the sensation of her touch electric. She gave me a slow, deliberate stroke, her hand moving up and down the length of my shaft in a rhythm that was both maddening and intoxicating.

"So eager," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "You really want this, don't you?"

I nodded again, unable to form words. Her hand continued to work me, her grip firm but not too tight, her strokes measured and precise. I could feel my arousal building with each passing second, my mind clouded with desire.

But then, just as quickly as she had started, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me achingly hard and desperate for more. I groaned in frustration, my hips bucking involuntarily as I tried to chase the sensation.

"Not yet," she whispered, her voice close to my ear. "We're just getting started."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the head of my cock, circling the sensitive tip with her nails. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, it's a game. And in this game, you have to wait."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my shaft again, giving me another slow, torturous stroke. I groaned, my body tensing as I fought to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. Her touch was perfect, her rhythm unyielding, and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.

But then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped again. Her hand slipped away, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"No," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Don't stop now."

"Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "We have all night."

And with that, she began again, her hand returning to my aching erection, stroking me with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and exquisite. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure, knowing full well that she would pull back again.

And sure enough, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body screaming for release.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need. "I can't take it."

"Oh, you can," she replied, her tone confident. "And you will. Because this is our game, and in this game, I'm in control."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the sensitive skin just below the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, it's a game. And in this game, you have to wait."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my shaft again, giving me another slow, torturous stroke. I groaned, my body tensing as I fought to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. Her touch was perfect, her rhythm unyielding, and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.

But then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped again. Her hand slipped away, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"No," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Don't stop now."

"Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "We have all night."

And with that, she began again, her hand returning to my aching erection, stroking me with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and exquisite. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure, knowing full well that she would pull back again.

And sure enough, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body screaming for release.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need. "I can't take it."

"Oh, you can," she replied, her tone confident. "And you will. Because this is our game, and in this game, I'm in control."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the sensitive skin just below the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, it's a game. And in this game, you have to wait."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my shaft again, giving me another slow, torturous stroke. I groaned, my body tensing as I fought to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. Her touch was perfect, her rhythm unyielding, and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.

But then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped again. Her hand slipped away, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"No," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Don't stop now."

"Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "We have all night."

And with that, she began again, her hand returning to my aching erection, stroking me with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and exquisite. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure, knowing full well that she would pull back again.

And sure enough, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body screaming for release.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need. "I can't take it."

"Oh, you can," she replied, her tone confident. "And you will. Because this is our game, and in this game, I'm in control."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the sensitive skin just below the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, it's a game. And in this game, you have to wait."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my shaft again, giving me another slow, torturous stroke. I groaned, my body tensing as I fought to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. Her touch was perfect, her rhythm unyielding, and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.

But then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped again. Her hand slipped away, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"No," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Don't stop now."

"Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "We have all night."

And with that, she began again, her hand returning to my aching erection, stroking me with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and exquisite. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure, knowing full well that she would pull back again.

And sure enough, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body screaming for release.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need. "I can't take it."

"Oh, you can," she replied, her tone confident. "And you will. Because this is our game, and in this game, I'm in control."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the sensitive skin just below the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, it's a game. And in this game, you have to wait."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my shaft again, giving me another slow, torturous stroke. I groaned, my body tensing as I fought to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. Her touch was perfect, her rhythm unyielding, and I knew that if she kept this up, I wouldn't last much longer.

But then, just as I was about to lose control, she stopped again. Her hand slipped away, leaving me gasping for breath, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"No," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Don't stop now."

"Patience," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "We have all night."

And with that, she began again, her hand returning to my aching erection, stroking me with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and exquisite. I moaned, my body arching off the bed as I surrendered to the pleasure, knowing full well that she would pull back again.

And sure enough, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she stopped. Her hand slipped away, leaving me teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body screaming for release.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need. "I can't take it."

"Oh, you can," she replied, her tone confident. "And you will. Because this is our game, and in this game, I'm in control."

Her fingers returned, this time toying with the sensitive skin just below the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, and I bit back a cry of pleasure, my body trembling with need. But again, she pulled away, leaving me hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop," she replied, her tone amused. "But you have to earn it. You have to show me how much you want it."

Her fingers danced over my balls, gently massaging them as she spoke. The sensation was heavenly, and I arched my back, trying to press myself into her touch. But she kept her movements light, teasing me with just enough contact to drive me wild.

"Tell me," she said, her voice commanding. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad," I panted, my voice strained. "I need it, Lisa. Please."

"Good," she purred, her fingers trailing up to the base of my cock once more. "But remember, you can't cum".

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