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She kept her face right there, breath hot on his bare head, just close enough for him to feel every word. One slow slide of her fingers up the shaft and down again, barely enough pressure to count. He stayed hard anyway, dick throbbing and angry, the skin stretched tight over the swollen crown. She smiled, pulled the loose grip tighter for one hard stroke, then let go before he could thrust into it. His hips jerked anyway. She pushed the blindfold tighter across his eyes and tugged the straps on his wrists until the leather bit in. His cock twitched like it had its own pulse. She leaned in, lips almost brushing the slit, and whispered how much she liked watching him fight the need to beg. Another light stroke, just enough to make the head flare bigger, then nothing. He started to curse. She answered with a harder slap across the shaft and a low laugh. The chain at his ankles rattled when his thighs tried to spread. Every touch stayed cruel and shallow, just enough to keep him swollen and desperate, never enough to let him spill.