I was barely breathing, and my voice had become close to a whisper. “Yes.”
Her voice in turn became quiet as her hand found mine again. She looked very serious as she locked eyes with me. Now I was the one hanging on every word. “Poor boy. That must have been frustrating.”
I couldn’t help groaning. “You can’t imagine.” Since I realize I wanted to amuse her, I added, “I actually tried again this morning.”
“Three times!!?” She could barely contain her glee, then looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to us.
I blushed. “Well yeah. I really, really wanted to…to cum.”
“And now? How does it feel now?”
“W…worse”, I said quietly.
“Worse?”
“Well.” What the heck. “You’re here, now.”
To my relief, once again, her face broke into a broad smile. “You know, that’s really very sweet.”
“And I…well, I either have to go to the doctor, or…”
For the first time she looked genuinely sympathetic. “Oh, Matt. I didn’t mean to scare you so much. You…you don’t have to go to the doctor.”
“You…you mean…?”
“Let’s try this.” Her hand pulled back again, and all I could think was that I wished she would touch me again. “Go and get me a coffee refill, would you? Here’s a couple of dollars.”
I took a deep breath and stood up slowly, willing my erection to go down. I stumbled over to the garbage area where they kept sugar and so on until I felt reasonably presentable, and went up to the counter.
When I brought her coffee back to her, she looked up smiling and patted the space in front of her. “Such a gentleman”, she said as I slid into the opposite seat again. “Did you like obeying me just now, Matt?”
“Y…yes”, I admitted.
“Good boy. Doesn’t it feel good to obey?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes who?”
“Yes…Miss Selena?” I kept my voice low, but no one was listening.
“Good boy. Now that you know the spell I cast, how would you describe its effect on you so far?”
I groaned again. “Frustrating.”
She burst into another fit of giggles, barely able to compose herself. Finally, she said, “Yeah, you’re going to have to get used to that. Or not!”
“But I…”
“I think we should discuss a few basics later. And that might be easier at my place. Get a few things straight about your new frustrating reality. Of course, what I told you last night is true. Anytime you want this to stop, we can. Do you want it to?”
“I…I don’t think so.”
“I didn’t think so.” She touched my wrist again, just briefly this time. “I know this must come as a bit of a shock. But I’m not doing this because I’m some evil bitch- well, not too much of one, anyway. I’m doing it because a) I enjoy it, and b) I think it’s something you’ll enjoy too.” Her voice softened a little at this, seemingly hopeful.
“I just…I think I do like this game”, I said, trying to straighten out my thoughts and emotions, “But if I had known, I could’ve…prepared myself.”
She chuckled. “I think I know how you would’ve prepared yourself, Matt. If I’d allowed you to.” She shook her head, sighed, looked me deep in the eyes, leaned closer over the table, her voice low again. “Boys always want just one last one, don’t they? Just one more.”
Always?, I wondered.
“But catching you unprepared- catching you off your guard, capturing something so precious to you before you even knew it was in danger- that’s part of the fun.”
I was suddenly aware of a fact that the ups and downs of the conversation had somehow kept at arm’s length. But now, with her so close that I could smell her perfume and her lips almost touching my ear, I realized I wanted an orgasm perhaps more than I ever had before in my life.
“But that’s not fair…”
“Matt, think of this as an opportunity to stop worrying about orgasms. Yours, I mean. I promise that helping me have some for a while will be just as satisfying. Maybe more so, in some ways. Doesn’t it sound nice to focus on a woman’s pleasure for a while?”
“Well yes, but…”
“Great! Look, I have to go now. See you at 7?”
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