Stop

"Where is your hand right now?"

"On my pussy," I whispered into the phone.

"Keep touching it. Are you close?"

"Yes," I panted.

"How close?"

"Very close. May I come, please?," I begged.

"No, stop touching it right now."

I whined and reluctantly pulled my hand away. I was silent for a moment.

"Where is your hand right now?"

"A few inches above my pussy."

"Good. You can start touching it again, slowly. Tell me when you get close."

I lowered my hand and started rubbing my clit in slow circles. My breathing quickened and I felt the pressure building. "I'm close, oh god, I'm so close..."

"Stop. Right now."

"Oooh, no...," I whined in desperation.

"Did I heard you say no?"

"No, I didn't say that. I just want to come so badly." I writhed around the bed a little even though he wasn't there to see me.

"Let's try this one more time. Touch your pussy now."

I rubbed furiously, so close that I thought I would explode at any minute. "Can I come now please? Please?"

"Yes, you can come. You beg so well like a good girl, so you can come. Come for me right now."

And I did. He had forced me to let it build and build. That restriction, momentary as it was, made me come even harder for him.