[F4M] you’ll beg me to ruin you before i let you breathe

you don’t remember when the air left your lungs. only that it vanished the second i whispered kneel. now every inhale is a gift i decide to give. your chest rises when i allow it. falls when i don’t. your lips part, wet, desperate, waiting for the next syllable like it’s oxygen.

i trace one finger down your throat and you shiver, spine arching like a bowstring pulled too tight. i haven’t touched your cock yet, but it’s already straining, dripping, betraying every secret you swore you’d keep.

click. my tongue against my teeth and your hips jerk forward, chasing friction that isn’t there. click. again, slower, and you whine, high, broken, the sound of a man unraveling thread by thread.

your balls ache. heavy. swollen. mine. i cup them, roll them in my palm, and you gasp, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling like you’re already too far gone to speak. good. words are for people. you’re just a toy now.

i lean in, breath hot against your ear. “closer,” i murmur, and your whole body clenches, cock twitching, leaking a thick bead of precum that i smear across your lips. taste yourself. you do. eagerly.

every time i say edge, your hand moves on its own, stroking, pumping, stopping just before the crest. every time i laugh, your thighs tremble. you’ve been teetering on that razor’s edge so long your mind’s gone quiet. blank. perfect.

i could ruin you with a whisper. make you cum untouched. make you cry from the denial. but i won’t. not yet.

you’ll stay right here, leaking, shaking, begging with those glassy eyes until i decide you’ve suffered prettily enough.

say it. out loud.
“please, miss. ruin me.”

louder.

that’s it. good toy.