Orgasum Denial Novels & Stories

I was too stubborn to admit that I wanted HIM. I sensed his fingers. I realized it wasn't good. It was wrong. It was a sin. I pushed him away harshly. "This is wrong. We can't do this," I said, shaking my head in complete denial. "But why? You want it. I want it. Then why is it wrong?" he said, confusingly pulling his head in frustration. "Out now, Ethan. Get out," I said, taking hold of my desire. "Why are you denying your body the pleasure it desires?" Ethan protested.

Even now, when I should be afraid of him, he brings that shameless girl out of me who is ready to beg from him shamelessly. He pulls away, leaving me flushed. I watch him silently, not wishing to talk about that punishment to him. Last time, he denied my orgasm, and I do not want to let it happen once again. So as soon as I realise that, I rush to ask him, "Please, don't deny my orgasm!"

More time passed—felt like forever—the vibe keeping me on that torturous plateau, pleasure mounting without release, my cries turning desperate, hips bucking futilely. Can’t take it, my clit’s on fire, every buzz shooting sparks up my spine, but no peak, just endless want. Need his cock, need to cum. “Please, Dylan! Turn it up, let me over the edge—I’ll be good, I swear.” He clicked it to medium, the stronger vibration hitting like a punch, my back bowing high, scream ripping out as the coil wound tight, orgasm crashing close. “Yes, fuck yes—” But right as stars burst behind my eyes, he dropped it back to low, the denial crashing over me, leaving me sobbing, chest heaving, snot and tears mix

His words make me even more needy than before. "I will break you." He whispers darkly in my ear. By his last sentence, I feel his mouth suck my clit again harshly while his hand fingers my pussy, bringing me to another high. When I feel my pussy so tense—almost burst out—he retreats his fingers and denies it again! Fuck...! Fuck...! My eyes start to drop a tear for how desperately I want a release. He already denied my third orgasm; I don't know how many times he intends to deny it. Every denied orgasm makes me start to lose my mind.

"Welcome to our first lesson of the day. Today, you'll be taught orgasm denial." What!? Orgasm denial?

Nipple play, but without the clamps. 5. Pain play with a whip, a flog. Spanking was also fifty-fifty. The Lord will forgive me for not sitting this one out. I plan to paint that creamy vanilla ass red. 6. Orgasm denial was without question. I have just the perfect idea for it. I know for sure whether I touch him or not, he'll be close to cumming. His spontaneous orgasm always fascinated me. "You're happy with the contract?" I looked up at him after reading through the mini-contract.

I can’t hold it. “F-fifteen-” My voice breaks into a scream as the orgasm tears through me without permission. The waves crash violently, hot, humiliating. I convulse around him, gasping, sobbing, my nails digging into the desk. But he doesn’t stop. Don't even slow down. “You disobeyed,” he snarls in my ear. “Came without permission.” “I’m sorry-I couldn’t-” “Now we start over.” “No-please-” “Yes,” he growls, relentless. “From one. Again.”

I look up into his eyes. "Pleasure. I rarely get hurt for punishment. I try to be as good as I can. Usually Dean's form of punishment is withholding pleasure. I can't... well... you know..." I blush, unable to form the words. "Cum?" Holden asks, smirking. I nod. "Yeah." He chuckles. "That's one of my favourite pastimes! Orgasm denial is rather enjoyable for the man." I gawp at him. "You... you enjoy that stuff too?" I ask.

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.

she breathed, voice thick and slurred. I watched her closely. Waited. Waited for that exact second her muscles coiled, for the tremble that said she was almost there. And then— I flicked it off. She cried out—raw, furious, desperate. Her eyes flew open, murder behind them. “Bet that vibrator of yours doesn’t do that, does it?” I teased. I touched her clit, trailing the tip of my finger from the lips to her rosebud, tight and clenching, noting the way she squirmed under my ministrations. “You will not come, you will not have your pleasure all night until I allow you to have one. Orgasm deprivation is one thing, sweetheart, orgasm denial? That’s a whole new torture you are going to have.”