Scarlet Detour

As I touch myself with one hand, my other moves behind me and teases your hard cock. I brush it lightly, my fingertips running up and down. Then my fingernails run across your balls. I hear you moan, the lack of touch until now only making this all the more powerful. I feed on your energy, on your arousal.

"Mmm. I'm getting close. I think I'll cum... here... so close... to your face. But you can't see... can't touch... only listen..."

Depriving you of the privilege of even pleasuring me is unexpectedly powerful.

I remove my hand from your dick, resuming the massaging and pinching of my breasts and nipples. I feel the orgasm approaching. It builds, slowly, then faster, and I can tell it's going to be powerful. I moan loudly as I glance back and see your incredibly hard, yet ignored dick flop around, seeking any kind of stimulation, but finding none. As the orgasm overtakes me, I feel the pleasure radiate out from my pussy, seeming to encapsulate my entire body. Finally, it ends, and I remove my hand, my pussy now far too sensitive for touching. I know that will soon subside, however.

"Did you enjoy that?" I ask, both a rhetorical tease to remind you what I did not allow you to have and an earnest acknowledgement that somewhere in your mind, you probably loved it.

While I wait for my sensitivity to ease, I resume teasing your hard dick. I feel your body tense beneath me as my fingers move up and down your shaft. I wrap my hand around, stroking you up and down, but avoiding the head. I can't be too nice, after all.

As I hear your moans and feel your entire body react to my touches, my desire returns and my pussy becomes touchable again. I tease at it at first, knowing I need not hurry. I lower a breast to your waiting mouth, and it quickly envelops my hardening nipple. practically inhaling it. I feel that you would take the entire thing into your mouth if you could. The warmth of your mouth feels amazing as your tongue rubs against my sensitive nipple. As good as it feels, I pull back.

"Tsk tsk. Did I tell you to open your mouth or move? If you want to taste my pussy, you'd better show me some restraint and finesse."

I look back, seeing your hard dick still straining. I slide backwards, hovering my pussy over your shaft. I lower until I'm sure my heat is radiating out onto your waiting dick. You shift, trying to bring your cock up to me. I feel it throb, intermittently jumping up in the air and touching me briefly.

"Mmm. I think your cock misses my pussy. It seems to think it's in charge... I'll have to teach it otherwise."

I make that horny dick wait. After I draw it out a few, torturous moments, I lower down against your shaft, but I don't let you inside. Instead, I slide my wet pussy against you, back and forth, enjoying the way it feels against my lips and when it brushes my clit with each pass.

"I wonder how it feels to know that no matter what I do... however I use you... you're not going to cum. No matter how desperate you are, I'm going to leave you unsatisfied... used... wanting what you can't have."

I slide faster now and I involuntarily moan as your dick feels so good against me. Then I stop and quickly move forward to your face. "Be a good boy and don't move until I say. No tasting."

I hover over your mouth, lower unto you for a moment, and then hover again. Testing you. You pass the test.

"Ok, you can taste now," I say, and I lower my weight onto your face. I feel your mouth envelop my wet pussy, your tongue exploring my emptiness. I grind against you, controlling the pace, knowing that I'm in control of that, too.

"Mmm. Do a good enough job, and maybe I'll suck that dick. Would you like my hot, wet mouth wrapped around your hard cock? But, of course, no matter what, you're not cumming today."

I'm surprised at the thrill this domination gives me. Knowing that I'm in control and that I'm denying you this base need for release only drives my desire further.

I feel myself getting closer. "I think I'd enjoy sucking that hard dick... and then leaving it completely unsatisfied."

I'm getting closer still.

"Fuck. This makes me so hot. Maybe I'll have to make you wait more than just today. Maybe a few days."

I look back, and I see your dick as hard as I've ever seen it. The way it moves around and throbs, I'd almost think it had a life of its own. I know it's looking for contact, for any stimulation. I also know it won't receive any. That too, fuels my flames.

"A few days though... that's hardly a challenge. Maybe a week. A week of constant teasing... edging... pleasuring me, giving me orgasm after orgasm... but receiving none yourself. Or longer?"

From the movements of your cock, I know this is making you hot too. Finally, the build-up culminates, and I feel an intense orgasm run through me. I keep grinding against you until the moment passes, and suddenly I'm too sensitive. I pull away, breathing hard. Your face is soaked with my wetness, and you breathe hard too, your mouth and nose no longer restricted.

I move down, kneeling between your legs, my pussy at the base of your straining cock. Seeing how incredibly hard and desperate it is, seeks to reignite my passion. I run one finger up it from base to tip, and I feel you shudder.

I tease you like this for a few minutes, feeling my sensitivity fade and my need replace it. Then I back up and take you fully into my mouth, sucking you with all my might. I hear you moan with the sudden intensity of my warm mouth. I smirk as I keep sucking you, moving you in and out. It doesn't take long before I notice the signs; you're getting close. I pull away, your unsatisfied dick springing towards your bare stomach.

"Fuck, babe. Please..." I hear you say, the frustration evident in your voice.

Good.
"Hmm? Please, what?" I ask innocently, as I run a single finger up your length once again.

"This... is torture... I need... to cum..."

"Cum? Don't be ridiculous. We already discussed... and dismissed... that as an option, remember? No... I want you desperate and frustrated, like this. Like this, but more."

I run my tongue up your length one more time, then position my pussy over you. I start sliding my pussy, still wet from your mouth and my own juices, along your dick again. It stimulates my lips, my clit, areas that are often neglected with you inside me. My voice quivers as I tell you, "Remember... you better... fucking let me know... if you get... close."

My words provoke a reaction, and it's only a few more moments before you speak. "Mistress... I'm... close..."

I pull off of you, and the site of your straining cock now soaked in my juices is incredibly sexy. "Hmm, looks like you're pretty lubed up there. Maybe we should take advantage of that?"

Once I'm confident you've cooled down enough to not be in danger of cumming, I once again position myself above you. This time I put just the tip of your cock inside me, in and out, rubbing your head against me in circles. I feel the head stimulating my entrance, and I shudder with pleasure. I also know that this is yet more torture for you, only inside me in the smallest possible sense, and that turns me on even more.

You start to shift your hips to fuck me, and I quickly lift off you and slap your balls, hard enough to hurt. "None of that. You're not in control here. I am."

I resume my torturous fucking of your head, until I feel I'm ready. I slide you all the way inside me, and I hear you gasp. I start riding you up and down, grinding circles, doing whatever feels best to me.

It's not long before you once again tell me you're getting close. This time, I stop with you all the way inside me, filled with your hardness, but not moving. I can feel you throb inside me, but without movement, it's not enough to push you over the edge. I imagine how torturous that must be for you, feeling my heat, feeling my pussy swallowing you, but it's just not enough. Somehow, I love it.

I stay there like that, unmoving, your dick jerking inside me, and I begin rubbing my clit. I circle it slowly, then more directly, feeling another massive orgasm building inside me.

"It's too bad your hands are tied down. You could be squeezing my breasts... playing with my nipples... if only you hadn't touched me earlier without permission. I told you I'd have to punish you, didn't I?"

You groan audibly, obviously frustrated that your hands can't do exactly that.

"You can't even see me, can you? See me naked on top of you, your dick hidden inside my wet pussy... my fingers on my clit..."

Finally, it overtakes me, and I cum so hard I feel lightheaded. Whether it's the roleplaying of domination, being fully in control of my pleasure, or some mix of the two, I'm not sure I've ever had such incredible orgasms.

I lean down, your throbbing member still inside me, and place my breasts over your face. You eagerly kiss and press your face against them. I'm too satisfied to care that you should've gotten permission.

Once my orgasm has fully passed and I feel a little recovered, I slide you out of me. Your dick glistens with my pussy juice on it, and it's as hard as it's ever been. I lay down against you, my mouth against your ear.

"Fuck. That was hot, baby. I may need to take full control like this... and decide not to let you cum... more often."

I hear you groan, and feel you shifting your hips, looking for some stimulation.

"Hmm? Not satisfied? Is pleasing your mistress not enough for you?" My tone is light; I know full well what I've done to you.

I lay there for a moment, just relaxing. I know I don't need to hurry. Everything is in my control today. It'll all about what I want.

Then I realize, I want one more thing.

I whisper into your ear again, my hand traveling down, teasing your dick. "So... I'm in total control, right? I can do whatever I want?"

"Mmm. Fuck... yes, mistress."

"Even... change my mind?"

"Yes... mistress?"

I can hear the combination of confusion and hope in your voice. You're wondering, now, aren't you? Whether I might just let you cum?

"Like... if I wanted to make you cum, after all?"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Hmm. Maybe."

I grab the coconut oil from nearby, getting my hands nice and lubed up. I know this is one handjob you won't soon forget.

I decide I'm ready for one last round. I climb back on top of your face. This time I face your dick. "Make me feel good, babe. And I'll make you feel good this time too."

As your mouth starts its magic, my hands wrap around your hard shaft. I can feel you react beneath me as my hands slowly, but firmly move up and down.

I can hear your suppressed moans into my pussy, which I decide is extremely hot.

I use one hand to scratch at your balls, just the way I know you like, while my other glides up and down, slowly.

I can feel you getting close. Just a few more strokes would do it. I stop, and can't help but laugh a little when I hear the muffled frustration you breathe out onto my pussy. It turns me on even more, and I grind against you.

I resume my slow handjob, making sure to move more slowly than you'd prefer. I use the lightest possible grip, just to drive you a little more crazy. I firm up my grip, and soon I can tell you're close to exploding again. So, naturally, I stop again. This time, I use my fingertips to brush against you, just barely, prolonging your edge.

Once you calm down, just enough, I go back. I repeat this, over and over, knowing how torturous and also heavenly it must be. I feel myself getting close now. I stop touching you, needing my hands to stabilize myself as I fully grind against your face. Once again, I have a soul-wrenching orgasm. I scream as I feel its intensity rip through me.

Seeing your throbbing dick desperate for more incites me to want more as well. I stay on you this time, letting you continue lick me.

I go back to the torturous handjob. I can feel your entire body become rigid as I get you close again and again and again.

"Well, babe. We decided... since I'm in charge, I can make you cum, right?"

I can tell you're trying to agree with my pussy firmly covering your mouth.

I go extra slowly, extra lightly, this time. Taking my sweet time getting you to that edge. I make you wait until I feel my own orgasm building, building. Then I get you right on that edge, and I know it's the closest you've been to cumming all night.

Then, I let go. "No... I don't think so... we agreed... no cumming for you tonight, remember?"

My fingers tease at your dick, making that edge last what must seem an eternity. An eternity of so close, but so very far.

I hear your frustrated moan and see your poor cock throbbing with an intensity I hadn't seen yet. And then my last orgasm of the night, our last orgasm, rip through me. Somehow this last one is the most powerful one yet, and perhaps the most powerful of my life.

I slump down off of you. Suddenly, all that confidence starts to fade, and I wonder... did I go too far? Was I too mean?

Much more shyly than the rest of the evening, I ask you softly, "Babe... was... that ok? I don't want to be cruel..."

You don't even let me finish my sentence. The positivity and excitement in your voice allays my fears. "That... was... fucking amazing... but I'm also... so incredibly frustrated... I need to cum so bad."

"I know, you do. I know." I say soothingly.

My hand teases at your dick, sliding along it. I can feel you getting close already again. I stop.

"But, no. You're not allowed to cum tonight."

"Fuck..." That one word contains so much emotion, so much meaning. I know it's an expression of frustration and also intense arousal.

You whimper softly. "At least... tomorrow?"

"We'll see, babe. We'll see."