and tried to jerk away from the exquisite sharp pain, but it was hopeless with my restraints, and with his fat dick alternating slow smooth strokes with hard, punishing ones.
“Your clit loves to be clamped, even though it’s in another of those countdowns you’re going to learn to love to hate. Nineteen. What’s going to happen when I get to zero?”
“No. Please don’t! I can’t do that again!”
“Eighteen. But naughty kitties don’t get orgasms, and you didn’t show good self-control. What would happen if you’d been a good kitty?”
“I’d get to come!”
“That’s right, but you were naughty.”
He pulled at the clamp on my clit, and I screamed and gasped. My pulse thrummed in my ears, my heart beat against my chest.
“Seventeen. What do naughty kitties get!”
“Frustrated!”
He chuckled and twisted the clamp until I screamed.
“Cute, but not the answer I was going for. What do naughty kitties get?”
“Ruined orgasms, Sir!”
It came out breathy, in a gasp, but it was enough, and he took the clamp off and rubbed beside my clit. His dick was still going in and out. Relaxed now. Just like his voice.
“Sixteen. Exactly right. They get edged and edged and edged and edged, but no orgasm.”
“Fuck, Frost. I can’t do this again. Please! I need to come.”
“Oh, I know you do, my sweet Cheyenne.”
“I’d rather be whipped again than have to do this. Please!?”
“Fifteen. I’m picking up on that, which is why we’re probably going to resort to this for consequences in the future. You make such a cute little denied kitty. Such sweet, sweet tears.”
He rubbed all around my clit, exactly like he does right before he gets me off. I was so damned close, with his cock going in and out of my already sore pussy. Spreading it wide. Taking what he wanted.
“Fourteen. Are you suffering, Cheyenne? Do you need to suffer more?”
He pulled out of my pussy and put his cock at the outside of my asshole.
My heart sped even more. My pulse thundered in my ears now.
He gave an evil chuckle. “Oh yes, you need more. Tell me you need more.”
“Please, Frost. I need enough to make me come!”
“Thirteen. I know you do, but you don’t get an orgasm, silly, needy little kitty.”
“I’m sorry! I tried so hard, but some of them hurt so bad!”
“Of course they did. The belt is supposed to hurt. Sometimes, the hand hurts, sometimes it caresses. Same with the flogger. The belt and the paddle though — oh no. They always hurt. At least they do when I wield them.”
He thrust hard into my back door and I screamed. He wasn’t all the way in though, so he thrust again. And again. And again, until he was buried balls deep inside me and my screams echoed back to me.
“Twelve. There she is, my little screaming lynx.” He pulled out and slammed back in, and my screams increased. His hand rubbed my clit. “Poor, needy little thing.”
He fucked my ass hard and fast at least a minute before he stopped again.
“Other people get to come when they want, but you only get to come with my permission, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Please!”
“Eleven. No, not this time. No orgasm, no matter how needy you are. I know, it’s so hard, isn’t it? Here, lets help your clit along a little.”
I screamed when a different, meaner clamp bit into my clit, and then squealed when he grabbed my hip bone and pistoned in and out of my ass, fast and hard.
He was a little out of breath when he slowed a few minutes later.
“Ten. So close, aren’t you? And you get to enjoy being this close a little longer, before I take it away. Forever. You’ll never get this orgasm back. It’ll be gone. Lost. Denied.
“Nine. Gone, just like the last one, and you’re going to cry so pretty for me.”
Again, he hammered at my asshole with his too-fat cock and not nearly enough lube.
“Eight. Not long now, and it all stops. The clamp. My hands. My dick. Then you’ll get me off before the little kitty can even get started on an orgasm.”
It had to be ten minutes later before he made it to three, and I was already crying, knowing he was about to ruin the whole thing.
“Three. Do you get orgasms anytime you want, pretty kitty?”
“No! It doesn’t work without you anymore! Fuck!”
“Two. Admit it. You like being this needy, knowing I get to decide whether you come or not. Knowing if I decide you need to go a week,