A New Understanding


"Oh, God," I panted. "I'm coming!"

I thrust hard and fast into Virginia, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt
my cock harden and throb. A growl started deep in my chest. Then I
felt Virginia wrap her legs around mine and then stiffen, almost
pulling me out of her.

"Not yet," she said, as my growl of passion turned to a whimper of
confusion. "Not yet, my love." She pressed the fingertips of one hand
against my lips.

I wanted to drive into her, to pull her legs open and force my cock
deep inside of her until my cum sprayed against the slick walls of her
pussy. Something stopped me, though. Perhaps it was the gentle way she
looked at me coupled with the strong grip of her legs around mine.
Perhaps the soft smile on her lips told me that I should trust her.
Whatever it was, I swallowed hard, panting, and nodded. Her legs
released me a little bit at a time.

"Slowly, now," she whispered, her soft brown eyes refusing to let me
look away. "I want you to stay on the edge of desperation. Move
slowly, but feel every part of me."

I was beyond words, growls and whimpers alternating with moans as I
forced myself to move much slower and gentler than I wanted to. Both
of her hands pressed against my chest, urging me to push myself up on
my arms, separating our bodies. I could feel her hips rocking slowly
in time with me.

"Look at me, my love," her voice was soft and liquid. "Look at the
woman you are inside. See how beautiful I am. See what I am letting
you feel."

I looked down. The soft brown skin of her body moved under me. Her
firm, full breasts rocked gently in rhythm, the darker, chocolate
colored nipples standing up. The flatness of her tummy, a softer
brown, faded to the bareness of her shaven pubis. The soft, thick
scent of her arousal rose to me, filling my senses, as I watch the
glistening between her thighs where we were joined.

"Look at me," she said, squeezing her breasts with both hands so that
the nipples pushed up to brush against my chest. "I want you to
memorize every inch of my body. I want to feel your desire when you
look at me. Let your hunger fill you." Her hands slid up my chest and
pushed gently on my chin, bringing my eyes back to hers.

"I want you to worship this body," she whispered softly. "I want every
movement you make inside me to be for my pleasure. I want you to deny
yourself the release you crave so that you may stay inside me longer.
Do you understand?"

Her voice was so soft, her touch so loving; I felt my eyes filling
with tears. I realized how deeply I loved her. I nodded. She smiled.

"Do not come, my love," she said, the smile on her mouth not quite
reaching her eyes. "Promise me that you will not come until I tell you
that you may. Say you will worship the woman you love this way."

I nodded again, the shifting of her hips making it impossible for me
to speak. She was keeping me on the edge, just as she said. I felt my
arms shivering.

"Say it, my love," her whisper was like music, one hand sliding up
from my chest to cup my throat possessively. "Tell me that you will
hold yourself until I command you to cum for me."

I panted and whimpered and finally croaked, "I promise."

Her hips moved faster, torturing me. "What do you promise me?"

I blinked, trying to focus on what she wanted. My cock was so hard, it
hurt. Each rippling movement of her hips sent knives flashing over the
nerve endings of my cock. My legs were shivering now. Her eyes refused
to let me look away.

"I promise I won't come until you say I can," I managed to whimper.

She gave a soft, wicked chuckle as her hips moved more insistently. I
had stopped moving, concentrating on controlling myself. Her voice
flowed through my consciousness, teasing me.

"Feel how soft and warm I am inside?" she said to me. "Wouldn't it
feel wonderful to thrust as deep as you can and explode in me? Think
how wonderful it will be when you are allowed to do that. Don't be too
proud to beg for me, lover. Don't be afraid to acknowledge my power."

Sweat was trickling down my back. My chest was heaving with need. Her
hand still held me by the throat, reminding me that she was in
control. Inside her, I was soaking in her juices, the silken walls of
her body wrapping me tightly and rippling maddeningly.

"Please," I begged. "I can't take this. Please, let me come."

"That's it, lover," she teased. "Tell me how good it feels inside me.
Look in my eyes and tell me what you promised me."

"I promised not to come," I gulped, "God, please, I need to come.
PLEASE!"

She held herself still, then slid the hand on my chest down between
us. Her fingers closed slowly around my balls. Tighter and tighter,
she squeezed.

"Beg," she commanded.

"Please, oh, God, please let me come."

She pushed my head up higher, twisting my balls as I continued to beg.
I felt her warm lips pressed against the skin of my chest, her hot
tongue caressing my skin. Then I stiffened as her teeth found my
nipple and settled into it. Her hips began moving again.

I fought every instinct I had to remain still and give her what she
wanted. Squeezing and tugging on my balls, she continued sucking and
biting my nipple as she pulsated around me. All I could do is whimper
and pray that she would be satisfied quickly. I was at a total loss,
off balance, unable to predict what was happening.

Even with my balls and nipples being tortured, it wasn't long before
the heat of her body had my cock on the edge of explosion again. Over
and over she made me repeat my promise, each time my voice sounding
more desperate than the last. Tears of frustration dripped from my
eyes as she pulled me back down on top of her.

"Fast and hard," she commanded, "but you do not have permission to
come."

I stared into her eyes. My sore balls slapped loudly against the
wetness between her legs. Five times, I felt I was almost going to
explode, only to feel her legs stiffen around mine, pulling me close
and not letting me move.

"Please," I sobbed, "Please, Virginia, let me come for you."

She pulled my mouth to one of her breasts, allowing me to suckle it as
she wrapped her arms around my head and rocked me. I was sobbing. Her
gentle fingers stroked my hair, comforting me. Then, just as gently,
she pushed down on my shoulders. Unable to resist her, I slid down her
body until my face was between her thighs.

She held my face a fraction of an inch above her pussy, tempting me.
Without even being told to, I begged her to let me taste her, to let
me please her. Following her directions, I kissed and licked her
gently.

The cream of her pussy was thick and covered my lips as she pumped at
my face. Soft mews of pleasure came to my ears, urging me on. I lost
myself in the wonder of her scent, her taste. Once, twice, three times
she released a shuddering orgasm on my mouth. Finally, she pulled me
up on top of her again, easily sliding me inside her.

"Be still," she said. "This is still only for me."

"Yes, Virginia," I kissed her throat, feeling her fingers running
through my hair. "It is all for you. I promise. Whatever you want, my
love."

"Be careful what you say," she whispered, kissing her juices from my
lips, "Whatever I want may be quite a bit."

I tried to thrust at her and found her legs stiffened around mine,
holding me in place. She smiled.

"Whatever you want, my love," I repeated.

"What if this is what I want?" she asked simply, looking up at me.
"What if I want to make you beg for me every night? What if I don't
want to let you come tonight and make you wait and beg for it
tomorrow?"

I blinked, trying to decide if she was serious. Her hips moved slowly,
sliding the head of my cock against the slick walls of her pussy. I
whimpered.

"Anything, I promise."

"Be careful," she warned again.

"Please, let me come," I begged, sounding pathetic in my own ears.

She rolled us over slowly until she sat astride me. Reaching back, she
squeezed my balls again until I whimpered.

"Be careful," she repeated.

"Anything," I panted.

She began to ride me slowly. Rising and descending so that every
movement was sheer torture to me. She began twisting as she moved,
causing me to shiver. The grip on my balls tightened and she pulled
them down.

I couldn't look away from her. Never had I seen her look more regal,
more beautiful. Her long black hair hung thick down her back as she
began to plunge down on me harder. In total control of me, she twisted
and tugged on my balls, making me beg with each movement.

"I can't hold it," I whimpered finally.

She smiled and slid off of me, denying me even when I no longer could.
She waited a few seconds, then plunged back down on me, taking me hard
and fast. As if she could read my face, she pulled off again just
before I came.

"Please," I begged, crying openly for her, "Please."

Now she leaned forward, leaving me inside her as she pushed one hard
nipple between my lips. I cried like a baby as I nursed at her breast,
trying to suck comfort from her body. Again and again, she took me to
the painful edge only to force me back down.

"I want to own you," she whispered to me. "I want you to know that I
can control you totally. I want you to be my slave and to worship me
as your goddess."

She pulled her nipple from my mouth and looked down into my eyes. "Are
you willing to do that?"

"Yes, Goddess," I whispered.

She smiled softly. Gently, she lifted herself off of me and lay next
to me.

"Hold me," she said, "And when I wake up, I will give you another
chance at begging me to let you come."

I kissed her hair and shivered, wondering at how quickly my life had
changed