He woke up frozen in place. He had a moment of panic, before
forcing himself to remain calm. His wife did this to him sometimes. He was
lying prone on his back, straight as a board, arms at his sides. He could still
breathe, but that was the only thing he could do; he couldn’t even open his
eyes or form any words. Only one other part of him was still moving, twitching
crazily as a soft, gentle fingertip traced lazily back and forth, up and down
its diamond hard length. Jesus, she was teasing his cock with her finger again,
her feather-light touch electrifying every sensitive nerve on his penis with
pleasure.
He could hear her giggle softly as she read his mind,
sensing that he was now fully awake. She leaned close, and her warm breath
tickled his ear. His muscles twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish
sensation, but he could not move to escape it. “Good morning, my love,” she
said. Her fingertip slipped lower, and for a moment she drummed her fingers
lightly on his tightly engorged testicles. She had not allowed him release for
nearly two months, and his balls ached sweetly with sensual pressure. She
giggled again as she sensed him trying to wince from the drumming on his tender
balls. She resumed the maddeningly slow tracing along his shaft. The sensations
were getting to him faster than ever, with such a long time of denial. She also
seemed to have increased his sensitivity.
“Only by a little,” she said, still reading his thoughts.
Oh, gods, Madeline,
please, please, please let me shoot! he thought.
“Now, now, we wouldn’t want you popping off prematurely,
would we? After all…” her finger left his cock, and for a moment, he heard a
slick, wet sound. Then, he felt her wipe her now wet finger on his upper lip,
rubbing the fluid in. The scent of her pussy made him dizzy. She giggled again,
“…I’m just getting warmed up.”
Oh, gods, no, she
wasn’t going to—AAAAAHH! He shuddered, even despite her spell, as she
straddled him, and sat upon his cock. She didn’t let him inside, but instead
pressed her slick pussy lips against his shaft. Slowly, she rocked back and
forth, rubbing her clit deep against his length. He managed a pitiful moan as
contact with her pussy shot lightning bolts of pleasure through his loins,
nearly boiling the unspent cum in his balls. She let out a soft sigh of
pleasure as she rubbed against him, every throb of his organ sending jolts of
pleasure through her core. She bit her lip and dug her nails into his chest as
she picked up the pace. Soon, she was grinding her clit rapidly along him,
every stroke of her lips driving her into greater pleasure, whilst making him
crash hard against the barrier to his release.
Just before she climaxed, however, she lifted off him, now
gritting her teeth, and gasping rapidly, as edged herself. She shivered,
letting the high of near-climax almost fade, before dropping down and resuming
the slow grind against his cock. Another few minutes, and she sped up as she
neared climax again, only to stop once more, denying herself even as she denied
him. She did it again, then again, and again, each time reaching the edge
quicker, and each time forcing him harder against his own barrier. But unlike
him, she was not magically prevented from climax, and could not last forever.
Finally, after her fifteen edging, she could take no more, and did not stop.
She climaxed with a howl, and came so hard, she squirted, drenching the bed,
and her husband, in her fluids. She collapsed onto his shuddering form and held
him, kissing him deeply, and stroking his hair.
Please, he begged
her mentally, please, please, please!
Tears of frustration fell from his eyes. His genitals were on fire with
sensation overload and the immense sexual pressure. But his pleas were not
acknowledged, though she heard them clearly.
She finally stood and stretched, giving a satisfied moan.
“God, what a way to start the morning! I really need to do that more often!” He
only whimpered in response. She giggled back, then leaned down and gave his
penis a quick kiss. “Now, make sure to clean the bed when you can get up
again!” With that, she showered and got ready for work, leaving him frozen,
soaking in her juices, until she left the house. Only then, did her spell wear
off and allow him to move again. The pressure in his genitals made it slow going,
but he immediately set up cleaning up. Disobeying her was what led him to be
denied for so long in the first place!