Blissful Torment

"I love you, and that's why you must not cum," he said.

She pouted. "Really? But I want to," she mewled.

"I know, pet. Of course you do. But you must not." He shook his head. "You see, if you have an orgasm, you're less aroused afterwards. You might even reject me when I want to fuck you. That's no good."

"No! I would never reject you!" she cried out. 

"I know you would never want to, but your heart might not be in it. If you're not horny, then you'd be just going through the motions. I would enjoy it less. That's not good enough."

She nodded. That made sense.

"So you cannot ever possibly have an orgasm. The only way we can ensure that I always have a wet pussy to fuck, is to keep you constantly horny and denied."

She kept nodding.

"After all, your pussy is just there to make my cock feel good. Your pleasure is just a side-effect."

"But then why do I have to fuck myself with a dildo every day while you're at work?"

"Pet, please. That should be obvious. It makes you more horny, and more needy. It makes your pussy slick and your nipples hard, just how I like it."

"But it also makes me clit so swollen and frustrated!" she whined.

"That's irrelevant. Just get used to it. Your clit does not matter."

"Because the only thing that matters is your pleasure," she added, smiling courageously.

"Exactly. Now take your panties off, and ride my cock until I cum, then afterwards clean it up with your tongue."

There was no risk of her having an orgasm: They both knew she could not climax from penetration alone. Maybe next year she would not give her pleasure up for him for another year. Or maybe she would. After all, when she felt his hard cock inside her drenched and denied cunt, she could not disagree that this was how it should be. If her pleasure came at any cost to him, that would be an unacceptable price to pay.

2020-01-12, Blissful Torment