Page 177 of Deadly Sweet

One ball down, but I was so close to missing.

“Good boy,” she praises.

Two. Three. Four.

With every shot I take, I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind. I'm a blubbering mess; my arms shake as sweat beads down my nose, dripping off at the tip.

I’m close to fucking hyperventilating. I’m so hard it’s painful. My balls feel like they’re going to burst and my knot is so swollen it might fucking fall off.

The floor is probably a mess by now.

Savvy grips my hips as she thrusts in hard, hitting my prostate, and I cry out in pleasure, missing my first shot.

“That's one miss.” She clicks her tongue. “I think you need some help concentrating.”

She pulls out of me, and I swallow down a sob. I’m about to look over at her, beg her to re-enter, even if this edging is pure fucking hell, but before I can, she’s slipping back inside me. She leans forward and wraps something around my neck.

“What's this?” I croak out as she snaps it into place.

“A collar and a leash,” she murmurs as she kisses my shoulder. “Anytime I think you’re about to lose control, I’ll give you a little tug and bring your mind back to the task at hand.”

My head hits the table as I finally let out a sob. “This isn’t helping. If anything, it’s making me harder... if that’s even fucking possible.”

Her soft chuckle fills my ear. “You’ve got this, baby. You're doing so good. I promise to reward you so well.”

I want to be her good boy. I want to pleasure her, to have her be proud of me. Something about it fills me with a purpose. I feel good making her proud.

But I fucking draw the line at getting down on my knees and walking like a fucking dog. We all have our limits. That's mine.

Shaking my head, I try to ignore how fucking wrecked my body is and take my next shot.

Every thrust pushes me to my breaking point. I’m getting to the point I don’t care what my punishment is as long as I can cum.

I’m so conflicted between pain and pleasure, I don't know what's up or what's down.

“Caleb.” She tugs on the leash, pulling me out of my head.

Only three more balls left to go. I’ve got this. I can do this.

It feels like a lifetime later, but I do it. I get all the balls in and only miss twice.

“Please. Baby girl, please make me cum. I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just let me come.” I don’t give a fuck about my man-card, I sob like a baby, ready to pass the fuck out.

“You did it,” she praises. “I’m so proud of you. You wanna cum?”

“Yes!” I cry out.

She yanks the leash, making me rise to my full height. Arms wrap around me as my eyes fall closed. I’m breathing so hard I really do think I’m going to pass out.

My fingers dig into the edge of the pool table, nostrils flaring, teeth gritted.

And when one of her hands wraps around my cock and the other one squeezes my knot, I’m done for.

With a cry of pleasure so loud that my voice breaks, I stiffen while my cock jerks violently as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over me.

I’m struggling to breathe as she strokes me through my release, cumming so hard my toes curl. It’s a never ending stream of cum as thick white ropes shoot out and cover the top of the pool table.

As torturous as this was, the pay off is fucking amazing.

---