He’s desperate to cum but I don’t stop handjob! POST CUM TORTURE | Veronica

Veronica was in a playful mood today. She had recently discovered her boyfriend’s fantasies of edge play and humiliation, and she was eager to explore them further. Mark had always been an eager participant in their sex life, but something about being denied release and pushed beyond his physical limits truly set him on fire.

They had previously experimented with some light impact play, but Veronica wanted to take things a step further. She had bought a chastity device for Mark and told him that unless she allowed it, his cock would be staying locked up tight. At first, Mark had seemed hesitant, but Veronica could tell by the way his cock twitched in his pants that he was into it.

Now, Veronica had Mark lying on his back in their bed, his hands bound above his head with silk scarves. She teasingly ran her nails up and down his thighs and abdomen, relishing in the way his muscles tensed under her touch. Mark’s cock was already rock hard, straining against the plastic cage that confined it.

“Beg for me, baby,” Veronica purred, her voice low and seductive. “Tell me how much you want to cum.”

Mark’s face was flushed with arousal and a hint of embarrassment. He was clearly hesitant to voice his desires, but Veronica could see the desperation in his eyes.

“Please, Veronica,” he whispered. “I need to cum so badly. You’re driving me crazy.”

Veronica laughed, trailing her nails along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. “You’ll have to do better than that, sweetheart. I want to hear you really beg.”

Mark’s hips bucked off the bed, seeking any friction he could get. “Please, Veronica, I’m begging you. Let me cum. I’ll do anything, just please let me cum.”

Veronica smiled, satisfied with his response. She reached down and began to stroke his caged cock, giggling as he whimpered and bucked against her hand. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you? So hard and aching for release.”

She continued to tease him, alternating between squeezing and stroking his caged member. Mark’s moans and whimpers grew more desperate, and Veronica could tell that he was getting close to his limit.

“I think it’s time for your reward, baby,” she said, releasing his cock from its plastic confines. “But you need to do exactly as I say, okay?”

Mark nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on the swollen head of his cock as it bobbed free. Veronica wrapped her hand around him, eliciting a gasp from Mark as she began to stroke him in earnest. She could feel his pulse pounding under her fingers, his body practically vibrating with the need for release.

“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” she purred, her hand moving faster, twisting and squeezing just the way she knew he liked it.

“Y-yes,” Mark stammered, his eyes squeezing shut as he concentrated on the intense sensations. “I’m so close, Veronica. Please, please let me cum.”

Veronica could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, the warning signs that he was seconds away from release. But she hesitated, clamping her hand down on the base of his cock, just to the side of his balls.

“Not yet, baby,” she said, her voice firm with dominance. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

Mark’s eyes flew open, a look of desperation and frustration on his face. “What? No, please Veronica. I need it so bad. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Veronica just smiled, continuing to stroke him with a skilled hand. “I know you can do it, baby. You just have to breathe and focus on the sensation. Don’t fight it.”

Mark let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Veronica could see the way his abs clenched, the way his jaw worked as he struggled to maintain control.

“Such a good boy,” she purred, doubling her efforts. “You’re getting so good at this. I’m proud of you.”

Mark let out a sob of relief, his body jerking as the intensity of the sensation built to a fever pitch. Veronica could see the exact moment when he lost the battle, his cock pulsing and jerking in her hand as he exploded in a powerful orgasm.

But Veronica didn’t stop her ministrations, continuing to stroke and squeeze his over-sensitive flesh. Mark was practically thrashing beneath her, his body wracked with powerful spasms of pleasure-pain. Veronica could see the frenzied desperation in his eyes, the way they rolled back in his head as he cried out.

She slowed her pace gradually, still stroking him as he came back down to earth. Mark was panting and twitching, his skin glistening with sweat. Veronica leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“That’s my good boy, baby. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

She released his cock and lay down next to him, pulling him into her arms. Mark immediately buried his face in her neck, clinging to her desperately as his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

Veronica stroked his hair, murmuring words of praise and comfort. “Shh, I’ve got you baby. You’re okay.”

They lay like that for a long while, Mark gradually coming back to himself. Veronica could feel his breathing slow and steady as he drifted off to sleep in her arms.

As she watched him doze, a sense of deep satisfaction filled her. She loved pushing Mark’s boundaries, loved seeing him in the throes of overwhelming pleasure. She knew that he craved this, that a part of him was deeply aroused by the power dynamic, the humiliation, the loss of control.

And she craved it too, the sense of power and control, the knowledge that she could bring him to such heights of ecstasy, and keep him there, teetering on the edge for as long as she chose.

She knew that there would be more to explore, more boundaries to test and push. But for now, she was content to hold her sleeping lover close, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience.

Because in the end, that was what it was truly all about – the deep, intimate connection, the trust and the bond forged through shared pleasure and vulnerability. And Veronica knew that it was a bond that would only grow stronger over time, as they continued to explore and discover each other, each in their own ways.