Game of Denial

He plays this game of denial with me.

He heats me up, then stops me cold.

When he does it, while he's doing it, I crave the sex, the release, the orgasm. I feel like I am so focused on the cum that it's all I can think of.

Sometimes when he stops me, I moan, out of frustration, need.

Sometimes I'm frustrated with a hint of anger.

Sometimes I'm so fucking turned on, by the game, the denial, and the power and his ability to make me do as he wants.

Sometimes I'd do anything for the gift of the cum. Usually I only get that way (that "do anything for you" feeling) with submission or with pain. And this feeling doesn't last as long as that one, but it's there, the need is so strong.

It's humiliating. To be so turned on. To be played like that. To be naked and needy and begging him. 

This time the game was because he wanted me turned on, on fire for him.

But it was to teach a lesson too. Shaping me the way he wants me. Each little refusal kind of a slap on the wrist. 

Have I learned?

The lesson? That things go his way, not mine. Secondary lesson? That I'll never win a fight with him.

And what does he get? Power. Power. Power.