or a month, or maybe even a year without an orgasm, denying them even when you beg so pretty, I could do it. You like this feeling. Deep, deep, down.”
Did I? I didn’t think so, and yet, I couldn’t tell him I hated it. The words felt like a lie before I even said them.
“I don’t know!”
“Ah, truth. Interesting.”
He pumped in and out of my ass another dozen times.
“One.”
He flicked the clamp on my clit three times before he removed it, yanked his dick out of my ass, slid off the bed, and casually walked around the bed, closer to my head.
My clit throbbed and pulsed. Blood returned to it. Feeling returned. I screamed in pain and sensations, the orgasm even closer than it was, but still not reachable. I screamed in frustration, and realized his face was in front of mine.
“Zero. It’s so hard, isn’t it? Look at me, naughty kitty. Let me see it fade away. That’s it. The orgasm’s going away. Gone. Lost. You can never get that orgasm back. Poor little frustrated kitty.”
My hips moved in the air and he shook his head. “No, no. Don’t grind your hips. Be still. Let it fade. Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. Let me see the neediness fade away to nothing.”
“Please! I need. Fuck, Frost. Everything’s still throbbing and pulsing. It’s just right there. Please!”
He rubbed his cock. “Yes, I know it is. My naughty little kitten.”
It took at least ten minutes before it faded to nothing, and then he fucked me for nearly an hour in five different positions before he came deep in my ass, and he edged me the whole damned time. The rule is, I can’t come until after he does, when he’s been edging me.
When he finally told me I could come, I had clamps on both nipples and my clit, and his dick was down my throat while my head hung backwards over the side of the bed again. He had multiple fingers of one hand in my pussy, fingers of another hand in my ass — and both had more than I thought I could take.
And then he counted down from ten, telling me all the while about how good girls get to come at the end of the countdown, but they still don’t just get to come when they want.
This time, when he hit zero, he stuck his dick all the way in, froze, and said, “Come, Cheyenne. Let go and fall over the edge for me.”
I’m sure he said more, but once the orgasm rolled over me like a damned freight train, that was it. His hands kept ravaging my pussy and asshole, and I wanted more, and more, and more. I couldn’t breathe, but the panic seemed to push my orgasm higher still. When I thought it was nearly done, he ripped the clamp from my clit and nipples, and the surge of heat pushed it higher, and higher, and then my screams weren’t of frustration, but of bliss and release and ecstasy.
Chapter Sixteen
Frost
Oh yes. We’d be exploring the practice of lost orgasms in the future.
I cleaned her and then held her until she dropped into a sound sleep, and I wasn’t far behind. Damn, but this woman had nearly undone me with her need.
I barely awakened in time for church the next morning. I’d planned to wait another week to bring up Cheyenne, since we had so much to cover this week, but Squatch brought her up, explained his proposal, and told Mad Dog to bring it to a vote. Without any discussion, it was a unanimous vote. He’d talked to everyone ahead of time, and I loved him for it. He was looking out for me.
“Thanks, Brother.”
“Always.”
Mad Dog explained the test we’d designed for the prospects, explained we had more now than we’d ever had at a single time, and it was important we test them as a group more often than before, just to be safe. No one demanded it be brought to a vote, so it wasn’t. Easy as pie.
And then came the officer votes. As expected, Dementor and Clean were voted enforcers. Mad Dog said we’d wait until after the first of the year to vote in a vice-president, and I had a feeling he was hoping Bobcat had joined us permanently by then.
He’d make a great VP.
When he brought up road captain, everyone wanted Mad Dog to continue with that job, so he let it drop. I figured a few of