Camerlengo Patrick McKenna [Angels And Demons] (fierypriest) wrote in utr_logs,
"I sort of play it by ear, you know?" He looked over his shoulder, as his hand moved down the length of his shaft. She had done a good job getting him hard, and his hand only helped maintain the erection.
Swiping his palm across the tip again, his eyes fluttered as he felt a wave of pleasure, hot enough to burn to his core. His breath caught, his hand moving to stroke his shaft with a quick and steady pace.
He leaned back, his free hand flat to the floor, to give him leverage. His body arched, causing the folds of his robe to fall behind his legs, fully exposing his hand and his swollen cock.
"I trust," he said, gasping with the words, the focus it took to talk with his pleasure mounting, "I am not to achieve..." he gasped, groaned. His head fell forward and he whimpered before he could continue. "Achieve orgasm without your permission?" He pinched his cock expertly, a well practiced move, to force the impeding climax to receded. His eyes glassed over as the waves of pleasure turned back on themselves, and orgasm was successfully denied.
She couldn't have known, but being on his knees like this, in his collar, was one of his fantasies. He played it out often in his rooms, alone. Never with another, never with a woman he deemed worthy of surrendering himself, his needs, to. He knew instinctively she would take care of him, shaming him into giving in to his most base and forbidden desires.