Novel & Cerita Orgasm Denial Erotica

The thought is so intensely filthy I actually drop the tablet on my lap. I pick it back up just as fast and keep reading. I find a thread on sensation play. Temperature variance. Vibration. I find an article on edging. Orgasm denial. The concept alone makes me furious. The idea of being kept right on the brink and refused the release sounds like absolute torture. I hate the thought of it. It makes me want to punch a wall. It also makes my pulse jump. I scroll further. I read about ruined orgasms. I read about discipline regimens. The vocabulary of the subculture washes over me. Brat. Dom. Safewords. Aftercare. Drop.

He lowered his head and attacked her sensitive clit with his tongue, two fingers plunging back into her soaked channel. The overstimulation was intense. Kara’s hips bucked, but he held her down, sucking her clit hard while his fingers curled relentlessly. Her nipples throbbed under the clamps. She felt another devastating orgasm building fast, her entire body wound tight. Dean reached up, removed the nipple clamps one by one. The sudden rush of blood sent sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to her core. Kara screamed as the strongest orgasm yet exploded through her. Her aching pussy gushed, squirting powerfully against his tongue and fingers. She shook violently, waves of ecstasy crashing

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

“You beg prettily. But you haven’t learned shit. Come for me.” I sink my teeth into my lower lip and throw everything I have into touching myself. I scrape my free hand over my breasts, my neck, my sides, my hair, anything that might push me over the edge. A fourth orgasm teeters on the edge of my vision. Overstimulation threatens. “I can’t do it without you,” I sob. “There it is.” Dante’s on me in a second, and I don’t know when he put a condom on, but I feel the familiar slide of latex as he thrusts inside.

Pre-cum dampened the fabric, sticky on my fingers. "Why not? I need it." "Because I say so, " He thrust into my hand once, slow, making me feel every inch. Then stopped, stepping back, adjusting himself with a smug grin. "You'll beg properly next time. Edge yourself tonight thinking of me. No cumming. That's an order." My pussy clenched hard, dripping down my thighs now, panties ruined. The denial hurt so good, tension coiling tighter than ever. I wanted to drop to my knees, unzip him, suck that fat cock until he filled my throat. But he just sat back at his desk, pointing to the door. "Get back to work. And Mira?"

“Rub your clít.” I obeyed immediately, chasing the edge as he tore his hair loose and shook it back, his beauty almost unbearable as I watched his veined cøck disappear into me again and again. With my red-manicured fingers working my clít and his cøck plunging deep, the orgasm stopped hovering and caught fire, turning into something unstoppable. “Fu'ck,” I cried. “Don’t stop.” My body seized as the orgasm ripped through me, my legs shaking, my back arching as if I’d been exorcised. Tears slipped from my eyes as everything crashed down at once, the weight of all the orgasms I’d denied myself hitting hard.

Natalia's POV: And like the sadistic fuck I knew he was, he denied me orgasm. I whined at the loss of his fingers in me and that earned me another sharp slap on my ass. One isolated from the previous and continuous onslaught, so this one stung. Hard. “You don't get to come, not without my permission,” His order was sharp and clear. “And don't whine.” Oh God, I was sure I was going to die from denied orgasm.

Mixed with the sexual frustration from orgasm denial, the anal plug in my ass, and the feel of his huge cock in me, I didn't last long. Soon, my walls were convulsing around him and my heart beat was picking up. More sweat trickled down my body as shivers ran down my spine. My legs were quivering and were it not for the support of the cuff and Maxim, my knees would have given out. My stomach knotted and I threw my head back as Maxim continued touching that deep spot inside me that had me going crazy. "You want to cum, don't you. Beg me you little slut. Beg me for your orgasm."

I build myself up a third time and the accumulated denial has made every nerve ending so raw that a single circle of my fingertip registers like a full stroke, and I’m right at the peak, balanced on the edge of something that my body is screaming at me to fall into– He leans forward and his hand comes up between my legs and his palm connects with my clit – not a touch, an IMPACT, a sharp controlled slap directly against the most sensitive part of my body that sends a shockwave through my pelvis so intense that my vision goes white. “Don’t cum.” His palm hits my clit again and the sting combines with the pleasure into something that doesn’t have a category, and I’m clenching every muscle I ha

We may have been in a hot shower but Clay’s words were like a splash of cold water. “Fuck,” Cary grumbled. “This is actually perfect. Now you’ll be aching for us all day. Just think how explosive your orgasm will be tonight after being denied all day long.” Clay tipped my head up and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, grinning at me wickedly. “You’re sadistic!” I grouched but he just chuckled at me. Clay was the king when it came to using denied orgasm as a form of torture. I rolled my eyes at him but that only earned me a swat on the ass. Albeit a gentle swat. He was much more careful with me as the pregnancy progressed.