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briefly. “No.”
    And that’s his final answer. He’s
leaving me stranded on this strange plateau of sensation, both
discomfited and aroused. Even as out of sorts and frustrated as I
am, I marvel at his self-control. His hard-on doesn’t go away,
though it does lessen somewhat as the morning turns to afternoon.
Surely he’s suffering as much as I am.
    We make lunch, and he asks me to read
to him the way I used to in college the couple of times we had a
class together, snuggled up on the couch with me lying back against
his chest. It’s like we’re just a young couple enjoying a romantic
country getaway, except that he’s totally dressed while I’m
completely naked and exposed, and every little movement reminds me
I have a butt plug inserted deep into my ass.
    My pussy has never been this wet, and
it just seems to be getting worse. God knows it doesn’t help that,
between cuddles and caresses, Jay periodically fingers me. I get to
the point of just lying there with my legs open, hoping he’ll have
mercy and get me off. When he doesn’t, I start to worry this is all
his revenge for the way I broke things off with him. Make me
sexually humiliate myself for a few days, make me admit I’m a
submissive little slut, then drop me as abruptly as I dropped
him.
    Some part of me knows, or
believes, or hopes this is not the case. I’m just cranky and needy
after so much teasing. Knowing what it feels like to get a hard
fucking from Jay, knowing the bone-deep pleasure and the bliss of
the afterglow, makes the wait that much more irritating,
abrasive, torturous .
    Only after dinner and two
uncomfortable hours of squirming through a movie on television does
Jay make me lean over the arm of the sofa and hold my ass cheeks
spread for him. I sigh in delight when he removes the butt plug. It
was starting to feel ten times its true size. Perhaps I do play up
my whimpering just a bit, because it feels so good when he strokes
my ass and comforts me in whispers. Then he leans down, so
unexpectedly, and licks my anus. Three long, soft strokes of his
tongue over my sore bud. I’m gasping his name by the last warm,
slow lick. It’s the first time I’ve ever experienced such pleasure
from being touched there, and a thought starts to nag the back of
my mind. Is Jay right? Will he have me begging him to fuck my ass
every night?
    Back in Jay’s bedroom, he allows me to
undress him, lets me get my hopes up for a long night of fucking. I
kiss his neck, inhaling his warm, spicy scent, and he purrs
indulgently. I pull off his shirt to reveal his long torso, still
rippling with muscles, and lick his nipples. He moans my name. But
when I unfasten his jeans and kneel to free his cock, he pulls my
hands away.
    “Not yet, Emma,” he rumbles and pulls
me to my feet and into bed with him.
    He shirks off his pants and
briefs and coils around me. And goes to
sleep . For me, it’s another long, wakeful
night.
    The next day, Jay waits until after
breakfast before leading me back into his bedroom. The butt plug,
all clean and ready, waits on the table. There’s a different tube
beside it this time.
    “You’re going to put it in me again?”
I pout, still anxious and moody over my neglected pussy.
    Jay shakes his head. “No, my love.
You’re going to put it inside yourself.”
    No plaintive whining or hesitation
will dissuade him, and I finally accept my fate and crawl up onto
the bed while Jay settles into a chair against the wall.
    “Do you have to watch?” I ask,
glaring.
    “No, I just want to.”
    This response sends pulses of
excitement through my cunt and makes my nipples stand at attention.
At this point, a strong breeze could make me come, let alone Jay
looking lurid and sexy splayed in that chair, his erection
prominently displayed in another pair of tight jeans.
    Frowning self-consciously, I uncap the
unmarked lubricant. It’s not clear this time, more of an ointment
than a gel. Not thinking to warm it the way he did, I squeeze a