Orgasum Denial Novels & Stories

He fucked me through the orgasm, my body shaking violent around him, my breath coming out in gasps. He groaned, his body tensing as he came inside me again, his cum feeling my womb. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat and his cock still buried deep inside me. “Admit it, Serena. Admit that you’re mine,” he murmured against my lips, sliding out of me but still holding me in his arms. I looked away from him, unable to admit it and then he sighed, nodding his head and climbing off me. “Fine. Let me know when you’ve stopped being in denial with yourself.”

I met his eyes—dark with lust, intense, dominant. "Touch your clit. Make yourself come. Right fucking now." I shoved my hand between us and rubbed my clit frantically. After hours of denial, the orgasm hit immediately, violently, ripping through me with a force that made me scream his name. "That's it. Fuck, Emma, you're squeezing my cock so hard—" I came so hard I saw stars, my entire body convulsing, clenching around him so tight it had to hurt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, all the denied orgasms from four days of edging hitting at once.

“Asena, don't do this. We'll find another way.” Heat flooded my body, the sensation far from pleasant. Something within me was changing, something was spreading fast. I stumbled back, struggling to draw a breath. “Asena, I can take this from you.” Kaan extended his hand, and I stepped back, rejecting his touch. “I won't let you do this!” he shouted, but I only gave him a faint smile. I had already made my choice. Drawing a deep breath, I locked my eyes on his. “Kaan Ardens, I, Asena Jordart, reject you as my mate!”

Yasmin: My breath got caught in my throat. My fingers curled and uncurled as anxiety seized my body, making everything stop. “I… I’m sorry. I got… I got my period and I was really hungry and I didn’t…” “And you didn’t wait for the other sisters,” he cut in, glaring at me, his hands shaking at his side. “I have raised you in this place since the day you were born. You are twenty-one and you have been getting your period for the past eight years. You should be used to this! You should be stronger!”

My eyes snap up to his. He holds my gaze. Steady. Unblinking. “Anorgasmia — or difficulty reaching climax — is far more common than most people admit. It’s not a moral failing. It’s physiology meeting psychology meeting circumstance. And sometimes… it just needs the right conditions to change.” My chest rises and falls faster. I can feel my pulse in my throat. He continues, voice still low, unhurried. “May I ask a few questions? Be as detailed or as brief as you’re comfortable with. Nothing leaves this room.”

"Policy? What kind of damn policy can block a reimbursement for the person who brought in a project worth five hundred thousand dollars?" I tried to force a smile. "The per-person amount went over the limit by eight dollars. Zack told me to have perspective." Alicia's voice cracked. "Because it went over eight dollars per person? They're refusing to reimburse the five hundred dollars for that?! And that's Zack's attitude?" Her face hardened with anger on my behalf. "They used you to bring in five hundred thousand dollars, and now they toss you aside for just five hundred dollars and lecture you about perspective?! This company is heartless!"

My body is soaked—sweat, tears, slick. My moans are a broken chant now. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! I can’t—can’t—Theo! Stop—don’t stop—I mean—fuck—I’m shaking—” “You’ll take it.” “Ahhhh—” I wail. “I’m gonna lose my mind!” “Good.” He pulls out just as my orgasm reaches the edge. “NO!” I scream. My whole body trembles with the force of my denied release. My pussy clenches desperately around nothing.

Joshua went over the edge at least three times before his dick finally went soft. However, that didn't measure up to Cynthia; he lost count of the numbers of times she went over the edge after her fifth orgasm. After their 6th round, they sat on the couch sharing a bottle of wine and basking in the afterglow of their orgasm, appearing as though they might have been a joyful couple. Suddenly, Cynthia broke the silence. "If you had been fucking me this way while we were dating, I would have quit stripping. I wouldn't have allowed any other man to touch me." She said, staring into her wine glass with a faraway look on her face.

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.