Fucking.
Close.
I was shaking uncontrollably. An earthquake rumbled inside me. His started pounding me faster, harder, right against my sweet spot. Here it came. I was almost there. Ready for lift off.
I grit my teeth, grabbed hold of his shoulders for support and dug my fingers into his flesh. Here it came, the moment I'd been waiting for.
Just one more push, one more step, and I'd be in heaven. I clamped down on his thick cock, tightened my pelvic floor, ready to take that leap.
And then...
Bear pulled out of me and jumped off the bed. His face and neck were bright red. An angry vein protruded from his forehead. I felt myself retreating from the cliff, my orgasm descending from the parameter.
"What the hell?" I was so breathless I could hardly get the words out.
He shook his head, tore the condom off and tossed it in the trashcan. Again. "You took over."
"I was coming, just like you said I would."
"I said you'd come when I was ready. I didn't give you permission."
"How the hell can I control it?" I hopped off the bed and grabbed a fresh towel to wipe away the perspiration and sticky fluids from my skin.
"That's exactly the point. You're not supposed to control it. I am."
Bear began wiping down too, then tossed his used towel in a basket and put on his jockstrap. "We'll try again next Saturday."
"No. No! I'm not wearing this cock cage for a week."
He shrugged. "If you want to experience true submissive pleasure, you'll do as I say."
"But a whole week?"
"It will give you time to think about what it means to truly give yourself over to someone else."
"I usually get off every day or every other day at worst. I can't make it a whole week without coming."
"That's because you lack discipline. Next Saturday. 9 p.m." Bear pat his black bag just to taunt me.
"You're really serious about this? You're going to force me to keep my dick locked up for seven days?"
"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Bear said. "If you want to admit defeat, tell me right now. I'll unlock you and we'll never speak again."
Part of me was furious, not because of what he was doing, but because he seemed to know me so well. He'd been right all along and I hated being called out on it. But mostly I was just aroused by his challenge. Could I really go a week without blowing my load?
"Fine," I relented. "Saturday. 9 p.m. But what if I have an emergency?"
Bear stared into me with fiery eyes. "People who have emergencies should go to the emergency room."
"Well can't I at least get your number? You have the key to my cock, for fuck's sake. What if I need your help?"
"Take it or leave it. I'm giving you an option to back out of this, but it's your last chance."
I was both angry and aroused. He'd been pounding the hell out of my ass for a good half hour, and now I could feel the pressure aching. My pipes were clogged with jizz that never made its way out, and so were his, I assumed. The guy was a fucking machine, but he stood there so eerily calm and confident. I felt like he could go on forever with no signs of slowing down. I envied his stamina.
"I'm not backing out," I said
"Good boy." He patted my head, then stroked one finger down my ear. "Now give Daddy a kiss before he goes."
"I'm not giving you a kiss, you jerk."
Bear shrugged. "Fine. Forget it."
"Wait." I leaned into his kiss, rough and tender at the same time as our lips pressed together. Our tongues danced. His was thick and wet, wrestling mine into submission. Just as I felt my engine revving up again, he stopped and pulled away.
"See you next week," he said.
I watched as his thick ass waltzed out of the room, beautifully framed between the black leather straps of his jock. Bear left me wanting more.