The Quickest Quickie

As commanded, I laid on our bed with my legs spread, my soaking wet pussy pointed at the closed bedroom door.

I had been told to edge. And when He tells me to edge, I absolutely do not refuse.

He had been gone for almost an hour, and I had been on the brink of my climax for most of that time.

Whenever I felt my orgasm fade, I pulled my slippery, glistening fingers from my pussy and slid them over my sensitive clit, slowly and methodically caressing myself, not wanting to go too far.

He would punish me for coming early and without permission. His punishments were not for the faint-hearted, and His methods for discipline had taught me well. I hadn’t come early for a long time.

Every time I felt the swell in my loins, I buried my fingers deep inside myself, keeping the pleasurable sensations, but not having them focussed on my clit.

I was missing Him. I was missing the touch of His hands, and the smell of His aftershave. But most of all, I missed His dick.

He had already fucked me twice that day, but I still missed it.

Just thinking of His cock was making my pussy throb, keeping me right at the edge of my beckoning orgasm.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open and He hurried in, naked and frantically jerking His thick cock.

Without saying a word, and without the need for any foreplay, He pushed His cock deep inside my soaking wet hole, and with no additional thrusts, unloaded rope after rope of His hot cum inside me.

Once He was spent, He slid out of my desperate hole, and walked back out of the room.

I continued to edge, now even more desperate to reach my climax. But I wouldn’t let myself come without His permission. I just laid on our bed, fingering my cum filled pussy, waiting for Him to return and use me once again.