To catch you up:

part one where she drove 3 hours to hear my voice.

part two of the story of how Numi came back--and we dove into a world of blissful agony, pussy torture, and an orgasm that nearly blew out her vocal cords. She promised she'd have her revenge

I can still remember the jolt of excitement I felt every time Numi messaged me during those weeks leading up to our final meeting. By then our connection had reached a point where words alone could not capture the intensity. We had built a history of sweaty nights and secret confessions. We had teased each other with endless voice notes that left me hard and aching by the time I finished listening. I used to post to /r/gonewildaudio so I made her so many custom audios for her to goon and to masturbate to.

She had told me she was moving back to Nigeria and needed one last session with me.

It made sense, to this point we'd been meeting on a nearly monthly basis. Every time I had complete control. She was daddy's personal cum slut. I owned her pussy and treated her like a princess and like a depraved whore. I edged her until she broke. I made her cum over and over again until she's crying from being overwhelmed.

When we met this time?

She wanted it to be the kind of moment that would stay with us no matter how many miles separated us in the future. She had a job offer waiting. She was on the brink of diving into a new life as.

I was proud of her. I also hated the thought of never seeing her again.

When she arrived at my door on that final night I could sense something was different right away. The way she held my gaze and the way she brushed past me into the apartment told me she was not coming over just to be my obedient plaything. She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her dark smooth skin and shapely legs. She gave me a long look that made my stomach flutter. She said she had a plan. I felt my usual dominant instinct flare up. I wanted to press her against the wall. I wanted to bury my face in her neck. I wanted to tease her until she begged. Just like All the other times. She must have read my mind because she smiled and laid a hand on my chest. She leaned up to whisper that tonight she was in charge. I scoffed at first. I told her that might be a little out of her league. She laughed and said we would see.

We started with a round of edibles. She had these tiny gummy squares that smelled like berries. She claimed they were libido-boosting. I popped one into my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. She popped one herself. Then she raised an eyebrow and dared me to take a second. My pride would not let me back down. I swallowed another one, feeling my throat go a little tight as I realized I was in for a ride. Within twenty minutes my skin began to feel hot. My heartbeat thudded so loudly it felt like I was on a roller coaster about to drop. My dick started to swell until every shift in my pants made me groan. Numi watched me, eyes dancing with mischief.

She told me to strip.

That was new.

Normally I gave the orders. I folded my arms across my chest, half-smirking. She repeated her instruction but in a voice I had not heard from her before. It cut through my bravado. I swallowed hard and peeled off my shirt. She traced the lines of my torso with her fingertips. My skin tingled under her touch. I kicked off my shoes. I pulled down my pants until I stood there in nothing but my boxers, trying to cover the insane bulge that was pulsing and leaking. She told me not to hide. I obeyed, dropping my boxers. She looked me up and down, letting out a low murmur of approval. My cock gave a twitch that sent a fresh bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

She told me to follow her to the bedroom. By then I was a bit unsteady on my feet from the edibles. My mind spun with arousal.

She told me to wait outside while she prepared.

She had set up a simple wooden chair in the center of the room. Ropes dangled from its arms and legs. My typical reaction would have been to toss her onto the bed and tie her up but that was not the script tonight. She gestured to the chair. She told me to sit. My cock throbbed with each step I took. I lowered myself onto the seat, noticing how my hardness jutted up, tapping my abdomen. She locked cuffs around my wrists behind my back, fastened them snug. She took each ankle and tied it to the chair legs. I wiggled experimentally. I was stuck. I glared at her. She smirked.

She walked around behind me. I felt her gather my dreadlocks in her fist and tilt my head up. Then she pressed a blindfold over my eyes. My world went dark. My breath caught in my throat. This was new territory. I told her she better not do anything I could not handle. She slid her hand over my cheek, speaking in that honey-sweet tone that made my pulse jackhammer. She said I would beg her to stop before the night was through. I felt a surge of both excitement and panic. My cock pulsed in agreement. The last time we played, she had let me run the show. Now she was flipping everything upside down.

For the first hour, she did everything except touch my dick. She kissed my cheeks. She licked my neck. She traced her tongue around my nipples in slow lazy circles. She slid her nails down my chest, pressing lightly until my skin stung. I tried to act tough, but each new caress made me shudder. My cock was basically throbbing so hard it hurt. Pre-cum dripped onto my thighs. She cooed at the sight, telling me I looked so desperate and so fucking needy. She told me I was pathetic. She teased me for always talking big. My face burned hot. I tried to throw insults back at her, but she either ignored me or covered my mouth with her lips and kissed me silent. She tasted like cotton candy from her chewing gum she had earlier.

By the time the hour ended, my mind had turned into a seething mess of lust and frustration. My muscles quivered. I dripped so much I felt a small puddle on the chair beneath me. She whispered that the real fun was about to begin. She took the blindfold off, letting me see the reflection of my own madness in her eyes. Her braids were half undone, her top slightly askew from pressing against me. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. She pinched my jaw and forced me to look at her face. That was when her hand wrapped around my cock.

I nearly screamed. The relief of her warm fingers on me after so long in agony was overwhelming. She stroked me slowly, up and down, her palm slick with my own pre-cum. I grit my teeth. I told her she better not stop. She arched an eyebrow and said, Are you giving orders again. I realized I might have pushed too far. She tightened her grip, pumping faster. My eyes rolled back. My breath stuttered. My thighs clenched as I felt the orgasm racing up my spine. A surge of ecstasy threatened to blow my mind. Then she let go. She twisted her wrist away at the exact instant my cock erupted. I was left whimpering as my cum shot out in weak spurts, dribbling pathetically.

A ruined orgasm.

My body shook with the aftershocks. I tried to curse her out, but my voice came out ragged. The orgasm came in waves but no relief came. There was so much cum. T just kept coming like a fire hose. My dick was still so hard I could have cried with how hard it was. Maybe harder than I've ever been. It throbbed for the true release not the facsimile of a ruined orgasm. Ruins provide no relief. The need and hunger are still there. If not multiplied.

Ruins leave my mind in chaos. It made me wanna beg to cum. To truly cum.

She just smirked.

That was only the first of many ruined orgasms that damn near broke a niggas mind.

She built me up again, coaxing my cock with venomous promises. She was a snake charmer.

The edibles, the adrenaline, the pure sexual mania all combined to keep me from going soft. My balls felt like they might burst. She pumped me until I throbbed on the edge. Then again she let go. Another ruined orgasm. This time the frustration nearly made me see stars. I let out a harsh moan, telling her that was enough. She disagreed. She did it again and again. Each time was a hair's breadth away from sweet release. Then she would yank her hand off, leaving me trembling with the most unsatisfying pulses of release trickling down my shaft.

My eyes burned with tears of frustration. My cock still refused to go down. She taunted me, said I was such a needy whore for her. Said I was drooling over her like an animal. She was not wrong. By that point I would have promised her anything to let me finish properly. I twisted in the chair, ankles raw from pulling at the rope. She got right up in my face, slapped me lightly, and told me I was going to take every ruined orgasm she felt like dishing out. Then she dropped a small ice cube onto my chest, watching me flinch. She let it melt, swirling around my nipples. I glared at her. She snapped her fingers and pressed the melted ice trail down to my stomach, smacking my thighs, telling me to keep still.

She reached for a bottle of THC-infused lube that she had stashed somewhere. She poured a generous amount over her fingers and then gripped me again, this time with that cool slickness. The tingling feeling of the infused lube was like pouring gasoline on an already raging fire. I squirmed and yelled, a mixture of delirium and pleasure. She did that same slow stroke. My body locked up, bracing for an orgasm that hammered toward me. She felt me tense. At the critical second, she stopped. Another ruined eruption left me whining.

I cursed her.

I begged her.

I nearly used the safe word.

I shot half-formed spurts onto my belly, each one less substantial than the last.

Eventually she could see I was close to total collapse. My entire body trembled. My eyes rolled back. My mind was a haze of lust and exhaustion. That was when she decided to shift gears. She untied my ankles, undid the cuffs, and took a step back. She told me to stand. My legs wobbled so badly that I nearly fell. She laughed quietly. She led me to the bed. The sheets smelled like my fancy new Landry detergent and something else, a faint musk that clung to the air. I remember the mix of those smells helped ground me when truly I was nearly in an an out of body experience.

She pushed me flat on my back.

I was too drained to resist.

She told me I was going to lie there and take whatever she gave. She crawled on top of me, straddling my chest. Her shorts came off. Her shirt landed on the floor. She was naked before my eyes, that gorgeous body that had driven me crazy countless times. The glistening wetness between her thighs was impossible to miss. She told me she had been dripping from hearing me moan and beg. She slid forward until her soaked pussy hovered over my mouth. I let out a shuddering breath, still too overwhelmed to form words. She lowered herself onto my face, muffling my ragged exhalations in her soft warmth.

I licked and kissed her folds, swallowing her taste. She moaned my name, her hips rocking as she chased her pleasure.

I wanted to please her so bad.

My cock twitched uselessly on my belly, out of stamina yet still painfully stiff. She held my head in place, urging me to lap at her until I thought I might suffocate. Her wetness coated my lips, my beard, my face.

I felt her spasm, heard the catch in her throat as an orgasm ripped through her. She squirted hard enough that I nearly choked. I swallowed as best I could, sputtering as she collapsed forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she slid down to lay on me.

When she caught her breath, she rolled off me, staring down at my cock that still refused to relent. She laughed softly. She said it looked pitifully determined, bobbing in the air, weeping from the tip. I groaned that I needed to come for real. She slid her hand down between her legs, scooped up her own slickness, and rubbed it over my length. The feeling was so intense that my vision blurred at the edges. She whispered that she wanted me inside her. She wanted to feel me bury myself in her one last time.

She positioned herself over my hips. She guided my tip to her entrance. I bit my lip hard, bracing for the shock. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her warm walls enveloping me. My entire body locked as she took me in deeper. She let out a shaky sigh, rocking her hips. The friction was delicious. My arms, still trembling from the earlier torment, rose to grasp her waist. My nails dug into her flesh as she began a slow, torturous rhythm. She rode me with the grace of someone who knew exactly how to wring out every drop of pleasure. Every downward thrust pressed me closer to that explosive point I had been denied so many times.

My breath came in ragged gasps. I tried to hold back, terrified of one last ruin, but she finally gave me permission. She told me I could come. She demanded I do it inside her. She said that was the final gift she wanted before she flew back home and started her new life. I felt my throat tighten with emotion, a swirl of lust and sadness that this might be the last time I tasted her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down so I could bury my face in her neck. My hips pounded upward, meeting her thrusts with a desperate fury. She moaned encouragement, nails raking over my shoulders, urging me to let go.

The orgasm that washed over me was nothing short of cataclysmic.

My hips snapped forward. I let out a guttural cry. A wave of pure release tore through every nerve. I unloaded what little I had left, pumping in a series of frantic, twitching jolts. My vision whited out. My body went rigid. She moaned my name, milking every last pulse, her walls fluttering around me. We collapsed together, soaked in sweat. My heart hammered painfully in my chest.

We lay there, panting, the echoes of our final act settling like dust in the aftermath of a storm. After a long moment, she slipped off me, lying on her side to study my face. Her eyes looked both satisfied and wistful. She brushed her fingertips across my cheek. She told me she was leaving in a few days, maybe forever. The words hung between us like a bittersweet truth we could not avoid. Neither of us said anything more about it. We just held each other close, refusing to let the thought of morning intrude on the last moments we had.

We fell asleep holding each other. Tears in our eyes. I've only felt that close to someone a few times in my life.

We ended up fucking again this time much more vanilla. Missionary. It was a slow thing. We savored every stroke. We both needed to just make it last as long as our hearts were able to take.

Sometime later, after we had dozed off, she rose to clean us with a warm cloth. She pressed slow kisses to my chest. She told me that she was proud of me for surrendering and that she hoped I now understood the sharp thrill of letting someone else hold all the power. I did not have much left to say. I reached out, cupped the back of her head, and just gazed at her, memorizing every detail of her features.

It hit me in that moment that this was the final page of our strange fairy tale. She was returning to Nigeria to work as a doctor, moving on to the next chapter of her story. I was staying behind with only the memories of how she had turned me inside out. It was a sadness so deep it almost overshadowed the pleasure, yet I was grateful we had this chance to savor each other one last time.

We spent the rest of the night entangled in sheets, talking softly about the life she was heading toward, the job, the family, her hopes, her fears. We kissed in quiet intervals, our hands wandering idly over each other’s bodies in a slow, affectionate exploration. There was no frantic desperation anymore. That had been burned out of us by hours of raw intensity. We were left with a tenderness that felt like the perfect counterpoint to the earlier brutality. In that quiet , I realized I would have given anything for just a little more time with her.

Time is ever matching forward. It's cruel in it's consistency.

When dawn arrived, she slipped out of my bed, got dressed, and cast one last glance over her shoulder. We shared a look that conveyed everything our mouths could not form. She walked out, shutting the door behind her. My heart felt strangely empty even though the echoes of her presence lingered in the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of her perfume. She was gone. That was the last time I saw her in person. Some part of me still hopes we will cross paths again.

All I know is that I still replay the memory of her tying me up, draining me with those ruined orgasms, riding me with a savage grace, and leaving me breathless in her wake. It is the memory I cling to when I need to remember the point where pain, longing, and ecstasy all merge into one scorching moment.

That was how Numi said goodbye. She said it with her body, her brilliance, and her unwavering dominance that final night.

Even though it ended, I can still feel the ghost of her lips on my skin every time I close my eyes, and that is more than enough to keep the fire burning.