True Fetish: A Full Evening Of Double Orgasming - Full

She stands over him. Blonde hair catches the low light while she tightens the last strap on his wrist. He’s already hard, cut cock twitching in the air. She wraps her hand around the shaft and strokes slow, deliberate, counting each pull like it’s a game. His breathing stutters. She stops. Walks out of the room with her book under her arm. He lies there, bound, cock left slick and angry, pulsing at nothing. The door opens again twenty minutes later. She doesn’t speak. Just grabs him, works him right back to the brink, then lets go before he can break. Leaves again. He hears the treadmill switch on down the hall. Sweat beads along his ribs. His cock swells in the empty air, heavy with the need she keeps denying. When she returns the third time she looks pleased with herself. She climbs on the bed, fingers him with sharp, quick strokes that drag every nerve. His hips buck. She pulls away, wipes her hand on his stomach, and disappears once more. She leaves him jerking against the cuffs, legs shaking, mouth open like he’s trying to catch the orgasm she won’t give. Every new edge makes him harder. Every fresh absence makes the next touch more unbearable. She doesn’t need to watch. She knows exactly what she’s doing to him.