Orgasum Denial Novels & Stories

He stops. He pulls away from me completely. A sob tears from my throat, raw and guttural. “No. . .” I writhe in protest, my hips rutting against empty air, chasing friction, chasing release, but there’s nothing. Just aching, soaking emptiness. My body convulses in aftershocks of denial, the orgasm still sitting on a razor’s edge, unsatisfied and furious. He lifts his head slowly. His mouth glistens with my pussy juice. His eyes, dark and blown wide with hunger, meet mine like a storm breaking open.

Maxim's finger was gone from my clit and I heard him walk away. He had just denied me an orgasm. Again. "That's punishment number one. We have a lot more to go." He said. I shook my head and again tried to look around as if I could see my surroundings. I couldn't tell where he was speaking from. I wanted to say something but my mouth remained shut. There was nothing more I wanted than to cum and he wouldn't let me if I kept disobeying him. The tension in my center seemed to only increase with every passing moment.

Of course, the transmitter suggestion doesn't hurt either. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck...Fuck... FUCK!" Denise shakes and shivers through an intense orgasm, gyrating on the floor while Tracy laps up her gushing juices. Susan and Carl finish at about the same time, with Susan slamming her pussy down hard on Carl's spasming cock. Carl wraps my sister in a tight embrace, squeezing her tits against his dark chest as they tremble through their prolonged release. I keep my cock hard, hammering it into Carolyn's drenched pussy as she shivers through several frothing orgasms. Her hand is working feverishly on her clit and her tension builds towards a huge, protracted climax.

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

Not a stop. My hips rolled forward. Involuntary and shameless and completely hidden beneath six inches of linen. I felt the orgasm coiling back immediately — it had never really left, just retreated to the edge, waiting — and now it came rushing back twice as hard, wound tighter, meaner, the denial having turned it into something vicious. Derek stood. "Excuse me — bathroom." The second his back turned, Daemon's thumb found my clit. I turned my face into his shoulder.

The denied orgasm throbbing through my entire body. “One more time,” he says. His voice is strained – he’s edging himself too. I can see his hand paused on his cock, the head swollen and dark, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. “One more time and then I’ll let you cum.” I build. My fingers trembling. My pussy dripping onto the sheets. The orgasm rises – faster than before because each denied cycle makes the next one build quicker – and I’m at the peak in thirty seconds, hovering, my entire body vibrating.

I’d hurt her enough. “My mother that left us that summer would never so this to me, my life is my choice, that’s what you always used to tell me. Now that I made my choice you take it away from me? You are no mother of mine! I RAVEN REJECT YOU MORGAN AS MY MOTHER, IN THE EYES OF THE MOON GODDESS I REJECT THE BLOOD TYING US TOGETHER FOR NOW AND FOREVER!” Raven doubled over in pain as did her mum, breaking a familial tie like that hurt almost as much as a mate bond. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Morgan cried in pain, “YOU UNGRATFUL BITCH, TAKE IT BACK NOW!”

Certainly not summer anymore. "I just think that maybe he didn't apologise straight away is because he felt like he had done a lot of opening up? To him the argument maybe didn't seem like a big deal, what's more of a big deal to him is all the time you've spent together over this weekend where you've become really close. The thing with that Dante guy is obviously a trigger for him, one that he isn't quite comfortable talking about, we all have our triggers" Poppy continues to talk as we descend down the five steps out of the building and start to walk down the path.

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."

Demitri finally pulls back just enough to let me breathe, a smirk on his face as I gasp, feeling a sliver of relief before he thrusts in again, rolling his hips deeper. Blake’s pace turns fierce, his movements demanding, bringing me agonizingly close to release. My body shakes, my head thrashing, desperate to obey and resist all at once. Demitri steps back. “Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and pleading. “Let me orgasm, please. I promise I’ll be good.” The desperation in my own voice surprises me, but I can’t stop now. “Please, I need it.” Blake suddenly pulls back, leaving me throbbing and desperate, the ache unbearable. My body sags, caught in the agony of denial, a cry escaping my lips