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Ed’s on day five of no orgasms.
Which doesn’t sound that bad, on the face of it. A little long, yeah, but he’s sure he’s gone five days without a wank before.
But he’s also on day five of being teased, tortured, and edged out of his mind by his maniac of a husband, and he’s about to lose his entire goddamn mind.
They’re doing it without the cock cage this time, and Ed can’t decide if it’s better or worse. The cage was a special kind of torture, keeping him from getting any kind of sensation on his dick beside Stede occasionally giving him a poke through the bars. And no matter how turned on he got, he stayed frustratingly, maddeningly soft (a fact which Stede never hesitated to use against him—“you can’t be that desperate to cum, love, you’re not even hard! I think we should wait until you really need it, hm?”). At least with his cock free, he could press or rut against something, get that little bit of pressure to ease the ache for a brief moment—something he couldn’t resist doing, even though it came back with a vengeance as soon as he stopped. But Stede having access to his dick give the man a thousand more ways to torture him. Plus, without the constraint of the cage, he’d been hard for the better part of the last five days, and he was beginning to worry about getting enough blood flow to his brain.
It also meant that the only thing keeping his hands off his dick was the rapidly dwindling, ready-to-snap thread of his own self control.
He’d been determined to make it seven days. His previous record was six, which was so close to a full week that Ed took it as a personal challenge, and he never backs down from a challenge. But right now all of that has disappeared from his mind, because he’s kneeling naked at Stede’s feet and all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum.
Stede’s fully dressed, sitting on the chaise lounge, and just watching him. Lazily, contentedly. He’s got a book in one hand, but it’s a flimsy fucking pretense, he hasn’t turned a page in thirty minutes. His attempts to look like he’s reading have gotten shorter and shorter, punctuated more and more often by his gaze sliding back to Ed, a hand reaching out to trail a finger lightly down Ed’s chest or thumb over one of his nipples. Without fail, every touch makes Ed’s hips buck, rutting against empty air. His cock is so hard it’s pointing up at a forty-five degree angle, straight at Stede, like it’s straining toward him, trying to get his attention. He’s aching for any touch at all, anything.
After the dozenth jerk of Ed’s hips in two minutes, Stede sighs and sets his book aside. Ed perks up, holding his breath. But Stede just shifts and presents one dainty black heeled shoe, placing his foot on the floor just between Ed’s knees. He glances down at him. “Well? If you need to rub up against something so badly, go ahead.“ He nods toward his foot.
Ed doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately lowering himself to rut against Stede’s foot. Fuck, just the first brush of his cock against Stede’s leg has his eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, thank you, sir, thank you,“ he says, rolling his hips desperately.
Stede settles back against the couch and says, “Remember to ask permission, darling,“ which, fuck, means Ed actually has a fifty-fifty shot at getting to cum from this. Okay, maybe not fifty-fifty. With Stede it’s probably more like ninety-nine to one. But it’s still a chance, and he can’t not try, not when he needs it this badly.
He moves against Stede’s ridiculous, sexy little shoe, trying to find friction where he needs it.
“Look at you, babygirl. So desperate and needy for me,“ Stede laughs.
Ed whimpers and jerks his hips faster. His shaft brushes past Stede’s ankle with every thrust of his hips, and it’s barely anything, but even the barest touch has him on edge. The silk of Stede’s stockings is perfectly soft and smooth, and cool against the heat of his cock. He pushes downward, grinding his balls against the top of Stede’s shoe. The head of his cock leaves a dark, wet trail of precum on the sheer white fabric. The sight of it makes something in Ed’s brain light up like a trail of gunpowder catching a spark, and suddenly his orgasm is right there, threatening to crash into him. “Pleasirmayicum!“ he blurts out, trying desperately to get the words out in time as he’s tipping over the edge—
And then Stede lifts the toe of his dainty little shoe and presses it down sharply at the base of Ed’s cock, blocking his release. “What was that, babygirl? I couldn’t quite make that out.“
Ed tries to thrust forward, but Stede’s pinning him in place, practically stepping on his dick.“Stede—mmf—fuck, shit, bastard—“
“You’ve got to use your words, babydoll, I can’t understand you!“
“Stede please I need it fuck please let me cum—“
“Oh, you want to cum! Oh, darling, you should have said so,“ Stede says condescendingly. “Here you go, baby, go ahead and cum!“
He lifts his foot and Ed’s release dribbles out of him sadly, dripping onto the wood floor. He nearly sobs with the unfairness of it, still jutting his hips forward like it’ll do anything now.
“There we go,” Stede coos. “Was that what you wanted so badly?“ He pets Ed’s hair. “I’m too generous with you, you’re not supposed to be getting any release right now! Say thank you, pet.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ed says dejectedly.
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for ruining my orgasm.” Ed feels tears prick at his eyes.
“You’re welcome, babygirl, now clean up your mess.” He brings the tip of his shoe down at the very edge of the tiny puddle of cum on the floor and drags it back a few inches, leaving a wet trail. “Not a very big mess, is it?” He laughs.
“No, sir,” Ed says, leaning down to lap at the wood floor. It’s a pathetically small amount of cum, it barely takes three licks to clean it up entirely.
“That’s why it’s good for you to stay denied, sweetheart! Keeps your mess all cute and tidy. That way you can clean it up nice and easy like a good little housewife.“ He sighs happily. “Well, now that you’re all taken care of, come here and suck my cock, angel, I need to cum.” His voice takes on a dramatic note. “It’s been, god, almost six hours since I came last!”
Ed, who had been the reason for that orgasm just this morning, glowers slightly but does as he’s told, kneeling between Stede’s legs and unfastening his breeches to free his cock.
“My balls just feel so full and heavy,” Stede continues, “so ready to be emptied out. You don’t mind if I get you a little messy, do you, angel? It’s going to feel so good to just let go, empty my balls all over your pretty face. Stick your tongue out, babydoll,“ and when Ed does, he slaps his dick against Ed’s tongue a few times before pushing into his mouth. He sets a quick rhythm, fucking into Ed’s throat. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Maybe I’ll just cum down your throat, fill you up with my cum so much you can’t even think about coming yourself. You don’t need to cum, you’re just here to worship my cock and make me feel good, isn’t that right? You’re so perfect, Ed, so lovely. Your mouth feels heavenly, my darling girl.” He keeps thrusting into Ed’s mouth, and when Ed feels his hips start to stutter, he swallows around Stede’s cock and is rewarded with the hot rush of Stede’s cum down his throat. Stede pulls out, jerking the base of his cock with one hand so the last few spurts of his release land across Ed’s tongue and face. Ed licks his lips and swallows it down.
“You look so beautiful like this, my love,” Stede says. He runs two fingers down Ed’s cheek, gathering up his spend to feed to Ed. Ed sucks on his fingers eagerly, swallowing down every drop.
Once he’s finished, Stede tucks himself away and refastens the fall of his breeches. “Now,” he says, and slaps both hands lightly on his thighs, “who do your orgasms belong to?”
“You, sir.”
Stede pats the cushion beside him, and Ed clambers up onto it gratefully, laying his head in Stede’s lap. He feels Stede’s fingers on his scalp immediately, combing through his hair, and leans into the touch.
“And who decides when you deserve to cum?”
“You do, sir.”
“Good girl.”