It has been a while and all your little body could muster is nothing but an utter, a yelp and a small stutter because of what he's been promising to do to you; nothing short of cruelty in human form as you saw it.
"It's been a while since I let you cum, hasn't it baby?" He had asked you, leering down at you like a predator looking for his next meal and stalking your clinginess and need to be satisfied.
Hormones are going wild, you've not been allowed to cum for a good few days - and the edging ? It hasn't helped you one single bit.
An iota of hope, a glimmer of what's to come and be undone to you for all the days you have done unsatisfied as he undresses you and ties your hands up and over your head; attaching the bindings to a hook that snugly kept your arms up.
Your bare breasts are grazed by the cool air of the room, your skin feels the velvety cotton bedding and you can feel his weight moving the mattress you laid so graciously on top of.
Your legs were tied to opposite sides of the legs of the bed, spreading you akimbo and in sight of him.
You weren't allowed to cum for a while, maybe today's the day?
As the candlewax landed and splattered gracefully on your delicate skin, trickling and trying to make new art of the beautiful masterpiece that's been laid on the bed.. simply ready to be used.
The wax slightly sizzling the top layers of your skin from the momentary heat differential, your own body temperature cooling it down to harden atop you and leaving your soft and sensitive areolas for his mouth to be used to tend to them with.
He laid next to you after the candle has been all but spent, running his hand on the empty space between where he intentionally left exposed skin ontop of your chest and abdomen; just to place his warm, big hand over your pussy. Moving your bands from your forehead and planting a soft kiss on it, all while he begins to let his thick fingers delve into your hole.
"I wonder what made you this wet, little peanut." He whispered, gazing into your eyes as if he wasn't your tormentor, the one who turned you on every single time he was bored - which was a lot.
Looking at you as if he wasn't the one who forbade you from cumming, from masturbating and breaking your promise to him that you'll be a good, obedient little girl.
He gave you a kiss on your lips, smiling down at you and pulling his fingers out of your pussy if only just to plant his hand firmly between your legs; the sound of the wetness extruding out of you and the impact against your flesh had filled the room.
You're his little princess, his little angel.. but tonight ? You're nothing but a fleshlight.
Every repetition of his hand rather bluntly hitting your nethers, only to be followed with his fingers going back inside of you and using his thumb to apply pressure to your clit.
"Do you think you deserve to cum tonight, little love?" He asked you, removing the bindings from the pull of the hook just to let you sling your arms over his head and around his neck.
His fingers pushing as deep as his palm would allow, pushing upwards to the roof of your pussy and pinching both sensitive areas with his thumb and fingertips.
As he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head to expose your neck and nibble onto it like a hungry carnivorous animal - all while the sloshing of his hand touching and exploring your pussy could fill the silence.
He loves your moans, he loves it when you shudder in excitement and finds it akin to listening to a symphony; hence why he decided to play you like an instrument.
"Do you want to cum tonight, my darling?" He asked you, knowing to pull his fingers out and smack your dripping pussy right as you uttered your answer. He loved it when you yelped in excitement, when you knew you were nothing more than his plaything.
You're breedable, you're wonderful and you're his to take his time agonizing you, letting you taste the precum off of his cock.
He hasn't cum either, he's been fair about the ordeal. He cannot wait to put his load wherever you asked him to. You were a good girl after all.