Edging Novels & Stories

His head swings back and forth, eyes flickering, lost with nothing to look at. “I’m going to see if I can get a look, okay?” I say, pawing closer to the Edge. I hear him murmur back a soft okay. And I slowly scoot nearer to the line, careful to test out the ground underneath me. The moment it gave, it was over for both Noel and I. Slowly, I poke my head over the looming Edge.

He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.

Obsidian pulled my pants down to my knees and then pushed them up until my knees were pressed to my chest and my ass hovered a few inches above the mattress. His hands gripped the back of my thighs and slowly slid down to my ass. I jerked when he pressed his face to my pussy and sucked in a breath. “Fucking delicious,” he growled. “First punishment, sweets. It’s called edging.” Obsidian spread my pussy open with his thumbs before he licked me from my entrance up to my pulsing clit. He purred. “If you’re a good girl and keep quiet, you’ll get a reward at the end of your punishment. But if you’re a bad girl…” He left the words hanging between us.

Forward. Forward.

The orgasm right there – a breath away – and his voice through the speaker keeping me on the edge. “Pull the toy out,” he says. “I want you to edge yourself. Fingers only.” I pull the dildo out. The emptiness makes me whimper. My fingers return to my clit – circling, pressing, building myself back to the edge. I watch him on screen – his hand slowing on his cock, matching my pace, edging himself the same way he’s edging me. “Build,” he says. “Slowly. I want to watch your face when you’re right at the edge.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Right before he tipped over, I released him completely. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "No!" Tyler gasped, his hips thrusting into empty air. "Please, I was so close." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know. That's the point." I checked my phone. "That was edge number one at eight AM. Next one is at nine. Until then, you're not allowed to touch yourself. Understand?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes, sir," he whimpered, his cock red and angry and leaking against his stomach.

“That’s it, my love, right there! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Eric smiles and accelerates his thrusts even more. I ride his cock and pull his hair. I arch my back, tighten my legs around Eric while I scream at my orgasm that hits me in waves again and again. Eric continues his thrusts until they become erratic, and he screams my name as he buries his canines into my neck. The mark, Eric, has marked me, and I see how everything around me darkens and I fall into oblivion.

We stood on the edge of the property line on the banks of the river that ran parallel to Hüttnerstrasse, hidden by the thick grove of trees between the river and the open space towards the house. Behind us was the Sihl river and we stood looking as the cars arrived one by one dropping off its occupants and leaving again.

I ask, completely confused. "The book. Hidden edges."

Mix it up. He followed, the toy tracing erratic paths, dipping perilously close to my hole without entering. My breaths came in short bursts, body arching as the pleasure mounted, hovering right on the brink. 'Stop— pull back,' I commanded suddenly, my voice strained. Jax froze, the vibrator hovering an inch away, its hum mocking my denied release. I trembled, pussy clenching visibly, a string of arousal stretching from my folds to the toy. 'Not yet. That's how you edge— yank it away when I'm close. Makes the next hit ten times stronger.'