Orgasm Denial Erotica Novels & Stories

“You won’t…build me to the point I’m begging you and then stop? Just because you can?” Was this a brand-new fear? Or had some mean f**ker in her past gotten his kicks by denying her an orgasm? “Makin’ you come is a rush for me, so if I deny you that, I’m denying myself. But I ain’t gonna lie. Sometimes delaying that gratification intensifies it. For both of us.” They measured each other for another minute. “Say your safe word if you wanna stop.” “I don’t want to stop.”

I grinned. “And what would that be?” Obviously, he hasn’t seen the movies or read the books. “Where you deny me the right to release,” he looked at me in confusion. “Why would anyone deny someone their orgasm? I have heard of delayed gratification but, no matter how angry or frustrated I may get, I would never deny you that,” he said as he missed me gently on the lips before getting up and headed to to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm wash cloth and cleaned my legs and my extremely sensitive pussy. The sensation though, made me want round 2 but, I didn’t my body would allow me. Sending my predicament, Gio chuckled.

Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal. Her mind drifting to thoughts of her Dom as her hands lovingly sketched in the clitoris ... Thoughts of how only a few hours ago, she had been in his bed, entirely at his mercy. Being so entirely under his spell that she could deny him nothing ... A groan nearly escaped her lips as she remembered his tongue flicking, slowly licking and oh so very gently sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Her cunt stretched tight with his fist deep inside her, his other hand roughly pulling her mound.

I could certainly never go out in public with it, which pre-supposed Master had no plans to take me out tomorrow. "It's the end of the day," Master asked; "which is worse, unlimited orgasms or orgasm denial?" "Both of them have disadvantages. Cumming all day made me hungry and tired. All the muscles which are normally involved in an orgasm are sore. Despite this, orgasm denial is worse. Needing to cum and being unable to is worse. How many times did I cum today, sir?" I asked. Master checked his phone. "Eighty-seven." "Eighty-eight, sir," I replied. "I climaxed just now while you fucked me. Since the Trainer wasn't in me, it couldn't measure that one."

Emily leaned forward, her green eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, what exactly did you two get up to? Any juicy details you can share?" Sophia shifted in her seat, the wine glass cool against her fingers. "Oh, you know. Just basic 'do as you're told' stuff." She took a long sip, buying time. Fuck it, she thought. In for a penny... "And, uh, orgasm denial." Emily's eyebrows shot up. "Orgasm denial? Damn, girl. You jumped right into the deep end, didn't you?"

“No, Sir. Please… more.” He picked up a flogger next soft suede tails that kissed and stung. He worked her back, ass, and thighs until she was floating, the pain blending into liquid heat. The orgasm denial started then. He edged her mercilessly with fingers, tongue, and a thick vibrator pressed against her clit. Every time she got close, he pulled away. “Not yet. You don’t come until you’ve said it all on camera.” Ryan adjusted the camera angle, making sure it captured her face, the clamped nipples, the dripping mess between her spread legs, and the glint of the new day collar.

Our hands caressed our bodies, and his cock went in and out of my pussy at a frantic pace. He suddenly stopped, and we turned over, with me getting underneath him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he thrust his pelvis into my sex, piercing me again. His hard thrusts quickly gave me another orgasm. I even resorted to shouting obscenities as a pressure release for the pleasure he was giving me. Hearing my words and fueled by great excitement, he came hard inside me, flooding me with his milk. I felt the warmth of his semen hitting the walls of my vagina. We stayed embraced and connected for a few minutes. "I will never forget this," he whispered.

I keep wondering but my mind keeps telling me it’s because I don’t meet up to his expectations. I can’t help knowing that I was denied an orgasm back there. All the while we were in the car, I clasped my thighs together to retrain myself from dipping two fucking fingers into me and making myself cum. The tingling feeling was super powerful. Potent. Even now, my sex is still swelled up, despite having given myself some pleasure in the shower to the thought of David in my messed up mind. You know what? Orgasm denial is one of the worst punishment one can give to another. How can you pull someone over the edge, drugging their minds with smoking hot kisses, and leave them on a thin line?

His tongue never stopped its magic, his mouth relentless in driving her senses crazy. "Oh god, yes!" Amanda cried out, her body on the edge of a shattering orgasm. The moment before Amanda's orgasm hit, Adam suddenly withdrew, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Not yet, my dear," he said, his gaze dark with desire. "I want to savor every moment of you." Amanda's body thrummed with need, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please don't stop."

He increased the speed slightly, pushing me right to the brink again. My thighs trembled violently in the stirrups. Just as I felt the orgasm starting to crest, he pulled the vibrator away completely. I cried out in pure anguish. “No! Please! I was so close!” Master Damien leaned over me, his fingers tracing my dripping entrance. “Look at this messy cunt. Leaking everywhere. You love being denied, don’t you? It makes you even wetter.” I sobbed softly, nodding. “It hurts but it feels so good. I hate it and I need more. I feel like I am losing my mind.”