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“There you go, baby,” Adrien said as he unlocked the last clasp on her chastity belt.

    Olivia was already cuffed to the handrail in the shower. Even with her two years of training, and her now six months of unrelenting denial, she yanked at her wrists in frustration as she watched Adrien pull the belt away from her pussy.

    Her extremely empty, aroused, and desperate pussy.

    Her pussy which Olivia had not been allowed to lay a single finger on in these last six months of denial.

    Once a week, Adrien unlocked her for cleaning and what he liked to call ‘maintenance’ and what Olivia now regarded as ‘torture’. She was never allowed to be out of her belt with her hands free at the same time. She was usually a good girl. Or at least, she had been a good girl five months ago. Now she was a very, very desperate girl, and she needed a fucking orgasm like she needed air to breathe.

    Olivia squirmed at the bottom of the tub, relishing in the sensation of her thighs squeezing and rubbing together without the metal protector in the way. 

    “Horny already?” Adrien asked. He sat on the edge of the tub and prepared his shaving kit. 

    “Yes sir,” Olivia said, and then dared to add, “it’s been six months, sir.”

    “Six months?” he asked. He had the audacity to frown in confusion. “Spread your legs, pet.”

    Olivia obediently parted her thighs, and then sighed in pleasure as Adrien began to gently clean her up with a warm washcloth. 

    “Six months since I got to - since you let me have an orgasm, sir,” she said. She tried, and failed, to keep from grinding on his hand. Sparks of arousal darted gold and glittering up her spine as her clit rubbed against the rough, wet fabric. 

    “Is that how long it’s been?” he asked. He rubbed shaving cream over her softly fuzzy labia and this time a moan escaped her during every slow circle. 

    “Yes sir,” Olivia managed.

    “I don’t know why you’d bother keeping track of something like that,” Adrien said. “Hold still now. If I nick you because you’re squirming about, then I’ll have to clean you up and put you back in your belt right away.”

    She kept her hips still, resisting every urge to continue grinding against his hand until she came and oh, the thought of an orgasm almost made her whimper aloud.

    “Well, I was keeping track because - because I thought you’d like to know, sir,” Olivia said. 

    Adrien began to shave her mound, all his attention focused between her legs. Five months ago she would have been mortified. Now she watched his face closely, hoping for a flicker of mercy. 

    “That’s kind of you, pet, to keep track for me,” Adrien said. “But there’s really no need.”

    She swallowed. “Sir, can I… can I ask why not?”

    He never once stopped his slow, methodical task. “You can ask. I’m just not sure why you even think about things like orgasms anymore.”

    Olivia’s heart sunk even as her traitorous clit throbbed. “I just think they feel nice, sometimes,” she whispered.

    “Don’t pretend you remember what an orgasm feels like,” Adrien replied. If he had been cold or rude about it, that would have been one thing, but his nonchalance only made it worse. “Like you said, it’s been six months since you last got to have one. And even before that, I didn’t let you come more than once or twice a month. Eventually your pussy will forget what it’s like to have an orgasm - if it hasn’t already.”

    Once her pussy was once again smooth and soft, Adrien cleaned the suds away with a fresh washcloth.

    “What then, sir?” she asked. “Maybe once I forget what coming feels like, I could come again, so I’d be reminded -”

    “No, that’s enough,” Adrien said. Now his tone was clipped and harsh, and Olivia once more berated her turncoat pussy for clenching in glorious anticipation at the sound of it. “I really thought you’d have learned by now, pet.” He cupped her pussy under his hand and she knew she couldn’t hide a single reaction from him. “This doesn’t belong to you. Your pleasure, your orgasms, your pussy - they belong to me. I get to decide what happens to it and how it feels.”

    Olivia moaned helplessly and a spark lit up behind his eyes.

    “God, you’re so easy,” Adrien said. He unlocked her cuffs, snatching both of her wrists before she could think of doing anything untoward, and dragged her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.

    Immediately her wrists were shackled again, this time in the heavily padded restraints attached to the headboard of their bed. He grabbed her ankles and locked them up beside her wrists to keep her legs spread and her pussy hopelessly exposed. When he ran a finger between her labia it came up dripping wet.

    Olivia couldn’t stand it anymore. 

    “Please let me come!” she blurted. 

    He slapped her pussy, hard, and she let out a little shriek. “Ask properly,” Adrien said.

    “Fuck, please let me come, sir!”

    “No.”

    Olivia whimpered and thrashed in her restraints as he opened their toy chest and pulled out the vacuum pump and a few other horrible little items. Her pussy throbbed with every new torture tool he pulled out for her to see and anticipate the next few hours. 

    First he slicked her freshly shaved pussy up with arousal gel, massaging it into her hardening clit, dipping his fingers inside to coat her sodden walls. Then he turned on a vibrating egg and slipped it inside her, where it buzzed against her g-spot. The arousal gel was already making her flesh tingle, her clit beg for stimulation, she wanted him to fuck her so bad she felt tears spring to her eyes. 

    But he wasn’t taking mercy on her anytime soon. He settled the pump over her already puffy labia, nestling it in to get a good seal, and then he started applying pressure. Olivia was forced to watch as her pussy swelled like a ripe fruit fit to bursting, pink and throbbing, her clit pinned between her folds and burning for more. She groaned at the mix of overstimulation and pain. 

    Adrien laid his head on her thigh to observe up close as her pussy clenched and grew within the confines of the pump.

    “I love you like this,” he admitted. “I love making you into the world’s greatest fucktoy. Always wet. Always swollen. Always clenching around my cock. Always so fucking desperate to be touched.” He rattled his fingers on the pump and chuckled softly when she whimpered again. “I don’t think I’ll ever let you come, Olivia. I just don’t see why I would give this up.”

    When he finally released the pressure, her thick, swollen labia wobbled with every minute motion of her hips and a line of wetness connected her flesh to the rim of the pump. From her position Olivia was helpless to do anything but watch as Adrien tapped and flicked her slick red pussy. He eased the little vibrating egg out before pushing two fingers in to probe along her walls.

    “Oh, I bet it wants to come,” he teased as he played with her. “And we haven’t even gotten to the first edge yet.”

    “I could still be a good fucktoy if I came,” Olivia choked out. “I would do it for you, sir, I’d do anything for you.”

    He sucked her clit into his mouth and she nearly screamed, his tongue smoothing over her pumped and overly sensitive folds, sopping wet with arousal gel and six months’ worth of denial. The twang of an orgasm rocketed down her spine so fast she was almost caught off guard. Her clit twitched, her pussy aching to tip over, and Adrien pulled away with a wet pop. 

    The edge remained, burning, as Olivia thrashed in her bonds. Her clit throbbed with every rapid beat of her heart. 

    “How could I do this to you if you weren’t denied?” Adrien murmured. 

    He licked her to a second edge, and a third, and a fourth. She couldn’t even lie to him and get a ruin. He knew her too well, knew her every tell. Every edge felt wrenched from her desperate pussy, dangling her along a razor sharp wire of torment. She could feel the orgasm waiting just under her skin, burning as it smoldered and grew and then soured into a deep ache.

    “Please,” Olivia sobbed. “Please let me come, please just let me come sir! It hurts!”

    Adrien dragged one last long, torturous lick along her pussy and then eased off to watch her clit twitch as it disobediently tried to spill over the edge. 

    “No,” he said again. Then he began tapping her clit, just with the tip of his finger, so lightly she could hardly feel it. But her pussy reacted as though it was being attacked with the strongest vibe they owned. She clenched over and over again, wetness pouring between her thighs, her clit on fire, squirming wildly as she threw all caution to the wind and tried to come with every fiber of her being. 

    She did not come.

    He kept her expertly trapped on the edge, tapping relentlessly at her clit. She couldn’t come. She couldn’t get off of this horrible edge. She felt as though she were trapped in the cramping, hot moment right before a ruin - but the ruin never came either. 

    “What do you think?” Adrien asked, his words filtering down through her pink fog. “It has been six months. Maybe your little cunt would enjoy a ruin.”

    “Please,” she moaned. “Anything, sir. Please.”

    “Of course, pet,” he said. “Go on and ruin. I’ll let it happen.” He continued to tap the very tip of her clit, light and quick. “Just like this.”

    “No, please, I can’t - more, please, sir, I need more,” Olivia begged.

    “I believe in you.” Adrien got closer to her, his breath teasing her straining clit. “I can see the orgasm trapped in there. It just needs a little help to get out. And then I’ll ruin it, and it’ll be perfect. Ruin, pet.”

    Olivia cried and thrashed and couldn’t even thrust her hips upwards, couldn’t get a single bit of relief. 

    “I can’t!” she shrieked. “I can’t, I -”

    “Well, this is all I’ll do until you can,” Adrien said. “It’s so easy for me. Just little taps. Over and over. It’s too bad you’ll ruin, though, because really nothing is better than fucking a pussy this close to coming.”

    Olivia screamed in torment. Sweat beaded on her chest as he kept the edge ricocheting around her body and her heart pounded even louder in her ears, fuck, she needed to come, she needed a break, she needed - fuck, he’d already given her the answer, hadn’t he.

    “Sir, please, I don’t want a ruin,” Olivia gasped. “I want… I want you to fuck me. I want you to come. That’s all I need.”

    Finally, gratefully, Adrien paused the tapping on her clit. “What’s that?”

    Olivia tried to catch her breath. “I don’t want a ruin, sir. You’re right. My pussy is best denied. You should use it to please yourself instead, sir.”

    Without a single pause, he positioned himself and thrust deep inside her sodden, swollen pussy. They both gasped.

    “Fuck, you feel so fucking hot,” Adrien hissed. Olivia’s eyes rolled back in her head, finally something inside her tortured pussy to clench around and feel the tiniest bit of relief. “So tight,” he said as he pulled out and sank back in. “So close to coming. I won’t last long, pet. I’ll fuck you until I come. Then I’ll edge you some more. Maybe two or three hours, or until I get horny and want a second orgasm for myself. And then I’ll give you a nice long bath, one last edge, clean you up, and lock you away for another week. And another. And another. Maybe when it’s been a year, I’ll give you another chance to ruin.”