Choking Out His Orgasm

She presses her lips to his ear and keeps working his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Each breath he takes comes shorter than the last. The rope bites into his wrists, keeping him spread open and helpless beneath her. His cock is already slick, swollen, veins standing out under her fingers. She keeps the pressure steady, light enough to tease, firm enough to keep him right at the edge. His face darkens from pink to red, mouth open, eyes glassy. She tightens her hand once, twice, feels him twitch hard. The moment he tries to beg she cuts the air off with her forearm across his throat. His body jerks. She loosens, strokes again, edging him right back up. He’s breathing through his mouth now, desperate. She smiles against his cheek like it’s nothing, like she isn’t holding his entire orgasm in the palm of her hand. When she finally lets him come, the cum shoots thick across his stomach. She doesn’t let go of his throat until the last pulse finishes. He gasps and she pats his flushed cheek like he’s done a good job.