Chapter 417

I kept my fingers buried deep inside her—three now, curled upward, stroking that spongy spot over and over with steady, relentless pressure. Kayla’s hips rolled in helpless little circles, chasing the friction, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her pussy was soaked—hot, slippery, clenching around my knuckles every time I dragged my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet sounds filled the room, loud and filthy.

"God, listen to that," I murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. "Your cunt’s making such a mess for me. So fucking greedy. You’re dripping all over my hand, baby."

Kayla moaned—long, broken—head tipping back against the couch cushions. "Evan... please... I’m so close already..."

I sped up—fingers pumping faster, thumb grinding hard circles on her swollen clit. Her thighs trembled, legs spreading even wider in the air, toes curling. Her pussy fluttered wildly around me, walls starting to clamp down in those telltale rhythmic pulses.

The interface flickered in my vision again:

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Kayla

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 94%

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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She was right there—body locking up, breath hitching, hips jerking up to meet every thrust of my hand.

"You gonna be good tonight?" I asked, voice dark. "No more teasing about those dresses? Or do I need to remind you who decides when you get to cum?"

Kayla’s eyes fluttered open—glassy, desperate. "I—I’ll be good... I swear... Evan, please... let me—"

"Not believing you."

I selected [1] Deny Orgasm.

Her whole body seized—pussy clamping down so hard around my fingers it almost hurt. A high, broken whine tore out of her throat. Her hips bucked once, twice—frantic, chasing the peak—but the wave simply collapsed. The orgasm dissolved into aching, empty frustration. She groaned—long, wrecked—thighs shaking violently.

"Fuck... no... no, no, no..." She tried to grind down on my hand, but I pulled my fingers free completely.

Kayla’s hands shot down between her legs—desperate to finish herself—but I caught both her wrists and pinned them to the cushions above her head with one hand once again.

"Not yet," I said quietly.

She thrashed once—helpless, needy—then sagged back, chest heaving, eyes glassy with tears of frustration.

"Evan... please..." Her voice cracked. "It hurts... I was so close..."

I leaned down, kissed the corner of her mouth—soft, almost gentle—then straightened up.

"You’re being such a brat tonight," I murmured. "Teasing me with those dresses, making me jealous. Maybe you need to cool off."

Before she could answer I brought my free hand down—fast, sharp—slapping her open pussy.

The wet smack echoed. Kayla yelped—half shock, half pleasure—hips jerking upward. Her clit throbbed visibly, flushed dark and swollen.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

I did it again—lighter this time, but still firm—palm connecting right over her mound. Her whole body jolted; a fresh gush of wetness leaked out, coating her inner thighs.

"That’s it," I growled. "Cool that greedy little cunt down. You don’t get to cum until I say so. Not after the way you teased me."

Kayla whimpered, high, needy, trying to close her thighs, but I kept them spread wide with my knee.

"Evan... please... I’m sorry... I won’t wear them... I swear..."

I slapped her pussy once more—quick, stinging—watching her clit pulse under the impact. She cried out, back arching off the couch.

"Such a bad girl," I said, voice low. "Getting this worked up just from being edged once. Look at you—dripping, shaking, begging already. You love when I control you, don’t you?"

She nodded frantically—tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "Yes... yes... I love it... please, Evan... I need it..."

I leaned down, kissed her hard, tongue sliding against hers, then pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips.

"Not yet."

I slapped her ass instead, hard, the crack ringing out, watching the flesh jiggle, a pink handprint blooming fast on her pale skin.

Kayla moaned, long, broken, hips rolling upward like she couldn’t help it.

Then I brought my hand back between her legs—palm cupping her mound, fingers sliding back inside her in one smooth thrust.

She gasped, head falling back, body already trembling toward the edge again.

I started fingering her slowly this time—deep, curling strokes—building her back up deliberately while she whimpered and begged under her breath.

"You’re gonna take whatever I give you tonight," I told her. "And you’re gonna thank me for it. Understand?"

"Yes... yes, Evan... thank you..."

I smiled against her neck.

"Good girl."

I kept fingering her—slow, deep strokes now, three fingers curling inside her slick heat while my thumb kept lazy pressure on her clit. Kayla’s hips rolled in helpless little circles, chasing every touch, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. She was soaked—dripping down my wrist, coating the couch beneath her ass in a dark, wet spot.

"Look at you," I murmured, voice low against her ear. "Already shaking again. That greedy little cunt can’t get enough, can it? Clenching around my fingers like it’s begging for more even after I just denied you."

Kayla whimpered—high and needy—head tipping back. "Evan... please... I need it... I’m so fucking close again..."

I sped up just enough—fingers slamming in and out, curling hard against that spot that made her thighs tremble.

"You think you deserve to cum?" I asked, voice dark. "After teasing me with those dresses? After making me jealous thinking about other guys staring at this perfect ass?"

She shook her head frantically. "No—no—I’m sorry... I’ll be good... I swear—"

I pulled my fingers out abruptly.

Before she could whine I brought my palm down—sharp, wet smack—right across her open pussy.

Kayla yelped—hips jerking upward, clit throbbing visibly under the impact.

I slapped her again—harder this time—palm connecting with a loud, wet crack that echoed in the room. Her whole body jolted; a fresh gush of wetness leaked out immediately, running down her ass crack.

"That’s better," I growled. "Cool that needy cunt down. You don’t get to cum until I decide you’ve earned it."

Kayla groaned—long, frustrated—thighs shaking. "Evan... fuck... that hurts so good..."

I released her wrists and slid my hand up to her throat—not choking, just firm enough to guide her. I pulled her down off the couch until she was on all fours on the floor—ass up, back arched, breasts hanging heavy beneath her.

"Go to your room," I ordered.

Kayla started to push up onto her hands and knees to stand.

My foot came down—bare, firm—between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest back to the carpet.

"You think you get to walk after teasing me like that?" I asked quietly. "Crawl like a dog. You deserve this."

A low, broken moan spilled out of her. Her hips rolled once—instinctive, needy—then she dropped lower, palms flat on the floor, and started crawling.

Ass swaying with every movement, pussy glistening between her thighs, she made her way down the short hallway toward her bedroom. I followed behind, cock throbbing hard against my thigh.

She reached the doorway. I leaned past her, pushed the door open.

Her bedroom was small but lived-in—queen bed with rumpled gray sheets, a full-length mirror propped against one wall, a cluttered vanity with makeup and perfume bottles, soft string lights draped over the headboard giving the room a warm amber glow. The wardrobe stood open in the corner, dresses spilling out like colorful secrets.

Kayla stayed on all fours just inside the threshold, breathing hard, waiting.

I stepped past her to the wardrobe and started flipping through the hangers. She watched—eyes dark, hungry—then slipped one hand between her legs. Her fingers found her clit immediately—slow circles at first, then dipping inside herself, fucking herself shallowly while she stared at me.

I pulled out a long, navy maxi dress—high neck, long sleeves, ankle-length. Conservative. Safe.

I tossed it onto the bed.

"You’re gonna wear this tonight."

Kayla’s fingers stilled for a second. She looked at the dress, then up at me.

"But it’s too old-timey..." she whispered, almost petulant.

I turned slowly, surprised for half a heartbeat—then smirked.

"I knew you didn’t learn your lesson."

I grabbed her by the hair—firm but careful—yanked her head forward until her cheek pressed against the mattress. She stayed on her knees, ass still high, lower body exposed while her upper body draped over the edge of the bed.

I moved behind her, hooked my hands under her thighs, and lifted—hoisting her lower half up until her knees left the floor. Her legs dangled in the air; I spread them wide, holding her open like that—pussy and ass presented perfectly, head still pinned to the sheets.

I lined up and slid into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

Kayla moaned—muffled against the comforter—as I filled her completely.

I started moving—long, punishing strokes that rocked her forward into the mattress every time I bottomed out. Her walls clenched greedily around me, still fluttering from the earlier edges, slick and hot and desperate.

I kept her lower half lifted—thighs spread wide in my grip, ass high, pussy stretched tight around my cock as I drove into her from behind. Each thrust rocked her forward into the mattress, her cheek mashed against the sheets, fingers clawing at the comforter. The angle let me go impossibly deep; every time I bottomed out my balls slapped wetly against her clit, sending sharp jolts through her body.

"Fuck... look at this greedy cunt taking me," I growled, voice rough against the back of her neck. "So fucking wet, so tight. You love being held like this, don’t you? Legs in the air, ass up, getting railed like you deserve."

Kayla moaned—muffled, desperate—pushing back as much as the position allowed. "Yes... God, yes... Evan... harder..."

I gave her what she wanted.