Desperate Denial [orgasm denial] [degradation] [maledom] [femalesub]

For the next week Elena desperately tried to get that night with Carl out of her mind. She fully deleted Reddit from her phone, blocked his number now that she knew how easily he could contact her, and threw herself into every activity that could occupy her thoughts. She failed. Utterly. Every time she closed her eyes – at work, at home, alone, or even with her best friends – flashes of that night filled her vision. Elena’s cheeks constantly burned at the shame of letting herself get duped and fucked by her best friend’s brother, a feeling that fed her horniness as much as her anger. Even her weekly football games couldn’t clear her mind, instead she found herself trembling in the shower after, her hand soaked not just from the hot water that poured onto her quivering body.

It was a week before Elena gave in. Nothing she had done to quell her insatiable desire worked, in fact it was the embarrassment itself of being so fucking turned on all the time that drew her into an endless cycle of masturbation and shame. Her hands shook as she nervously watched the download progress bar, dreading what the intoxicating little red notification would say. Her eyes darted to her messages as soon as the app opened and she cursed the small sigh of relief that came from seeing a new DM waiting.

*Have you finally accepted what a needy bitch you are?*

Sent 26 minutes ago. Elena groaned, fell back onto her bed, and covered her face. Carl was in her head, somehow he knew exactly how long it would take to break her. The thought set her heart racing and she felt a damp spot form in the tight sweatpants between her legs. Fuck him for doing this to her.

*I need it again*

*Be more specific. Use your words and tell me what you need again*

*I need to be treated like a whore again*

*Because that’s what you are? Say it, don’t just say yes*

*I’m a whore and I need to be fucked like one*

*Good girl. But I have something different in mind today. You obviously can’t control yourself when you get this needy, so for now I am going to be in control of your pleasure. You will not cum unless I permit it, do you understand?*

*Yes sir*

*Good. Now meet me here in 20 minutes. Oh and no top or panties*

Elena set her phone down and squeezed her hands tight between her knees for a moment and directed all her concentration into not touching herself. Being forced to degrade herself always made her wet, but being ordered not to cum set her on fire. It was suddenly all she could think about, as if she was already on the edge of her pleasure without a single touch. And it would be so easy to just…

She checked the location Carl had set and felt a surge of adrenaline. 20 minutes he had said, and it was a 17 minute drive based on her map. She had no time to prepare! Of course he’d done that on purpose.

‘What the fuck am I doing’ she thought hurriedly, tossing her shirt and bra into the passenger seat and cranking the engine. She could simply not obey. Wear a shirt. Not meet him and cum her brains out until she fell asleep. But even thinking about that set off irresistible tingling, throbbing waves of pleasure between her legs. So she drove into the night, flooring her car through every stop to avoid anyone getting a good look at her topless form.

Carl waited in the park, whistling idly and listening for the sound of an approaching vehicle. It was a bustling center of activity during the day but the families cleared out when night fell, leaving plenty of lonely space. After 25 minutes he heard the screeching of tires and saw a vehicle swerve into view. A satisfied grin spread over his face, and he leered at Elena as she sat in her car and covered her chest with her hands. One finger crooked, silently indicating her to leave the safety of her vehicle and join him. Of course she obeyed.

“Late” he said cooly, his gaze directed at her chest where her breasts spilled over her arms as they struggled to preserve her modesty. “Why should I let you cum when you can barely follow simple instructions?”

Elena’s face flushed and she bit back the anger rising inside her. Anger that of course made her hyper-aware that she was soaking wet between her tightly-squeezed thighs. The drive over had been a blur as she tried to avoid being seen, but the thrill of that danger compounded her already insatiable lust. Carl stepped closer and his hands pried her arms apart, exposing her tits to the cold air before one hand gently cupped her.

“I-I’m sorry sir. Please” she gasped, shocked at the cold and his boldness. Her legs quivered and she tottered from side to side under his unrelenting stare. Carl’s gentle touch turned to hungry groping, two fingers pinching her erect nipple and twisting it until the breath rushed from her lips in a high whine. His hand yanked her breast downward like a lead weight and she bent over double, head ramming into his sternum, open mouth dragging along his shirt and over his belt before he shoved her backwards. Elena stared up into Carl’s cold eyes as he stepped forward to stand above her, winced as he gathered fistfuls of her hair in his hands.

“This is where weak sluts like you belong” Carl answered in a husky voice, his own desire pounding through him. He tugged Elena to her knees and she stifled a scream of pain, not quite able to stop tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt anger pulsing from him - real or not it didn’t matter – that pounding rage thrilled and terrified her as she reached forward to grasp the hem of his loose grey workout pants. It was obvious what he wanted. What he needed. His need was all that mattered, the only way she could persuade him to relent.

“Oh no not tonight. Tonight is for your training.”
Elena blinked in confusion, caught totally off guard before Carl turned and dragged her by the hair back to his car. This time she couldn’t hold back the scream, shock and pain ripping through her throat in one explosive moment. But she felt him start to turn and quickly clamped her mouth shut, only moaning through her sealed lips. Carl lifted her onto his lap as he settled into the open passenger seat and leaned back, balancing Elena on his chest while his eager hands slipped around her into the already-wet sweats. Elena panicked. She was already so needy, so close to losing control and here were his fingers crawling over her, forcing her open, pressing against her pulsing, gushing hole.

“Do not cum.”

His voice was in her ear as the first digit slid inside her. After a week of desperate masturbation the feeling of anything familiar stimulating her pussy was almost enough to send her over the edge. Almost. The orgasm built within her and then died at the sound of Carl’s voice. Elena thrashed, physically writhing with the effort of holding back her tidal wave. She could control this. She was better than this. She would be a good girl. Her legs kicked up and her feet pressed against the windshield, driving her body back into his as if she could somehow escape his touch. But in answer her hips thrust against his hand, seeking any bit of extra stimulation.

Do not cum.

Carl responded with another knuckle ramming past the tight opening of her slick cunt. His finger curled against her walls and she trembled. He withdrew and she sank limp. Again he entered her and her head swept back into his chest, back arched and perky breasts pushed high. Sweat built between their bodies and Elena’s fingers clawed at his thighs as she sought desperately for any purchase – physical or mental – that could prevent her being washed away.

Do not cum.

The phrase pounded relentlessly within Elena’s mind. She could no longer keep track of what he was doing. Pleasure was pulsing in every nerve of her body but somehow she could not cum. Could not give in. It was no longer a conscious decision for her. Impossibly Carl knew when she was close and those three dreaded words rang in her ear every time she found herself balanced on the knife edge of orgasm.

Do not cum.

Another edge. Another scream. It was useless to hold them back now, they tore from her instinctively, shrill and endless until finally she stepped back from that abyss just to be forced to its lip again. She was only vaguely aware that her pants were soaked almost to her knees, that Carl’s hand was slick and juicy from the sea between her legs. There was no way she could hold back, she had to give in on the next wave. She mustered every bit of will left in her, grinding her teeth as she threw a challenge back to him.

“Stop. Saying. That.”

Do not cum.

Fireworks exploded in her mind. She could see the roof of the car but the colors were completely wrong. Tears flowed freely from her eyes and she panted as if at the end of a marathon but the orgasm never came. She was broken. She couldn’t do it anymore. The waves of pleasure came faster now but they dashed against the unassailable wall of his voice, of those words.

“Good girl Elena. Cum for me now.”

Her mind barely noted the sound of his voice, only the words mattered. In an instant the barrier broke, and pure pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body seized, feet beating on the windshield in time to her pounding heart. Another long, drawn-out wail ripped from her stomach and exploded from her mouth as every muscle in her body shook before she blacked out completely.

Elena’s eyes opened to see Carl staring down at her, a slightly concerned look on his fresh face. “Lost you for a second there, welcome back.” She wanted to slap the self-satisfied grin off his face, but she could barely lift her arm. Instead she shivered and tried to sit up, only succeeding in wriggling further up his chest.

“I.. can’t…” her voice sounded muffled and strained in her ears, her throat too raw to speak. Carl’s arm wrapped around her and he nestled her close under his chin, stroking her head.

“That’s enough for now, just relax here with me. Good girl” he whispered into her hair. In response she snuggled into his chest and curled up, letting his soothing whispers and suddenly-gentle touch coax her into a cum-drunk state, blissfully content at last.