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“I hope you’re ready for your orgasms, baby, because I’m going to wear you out tonight,” Eric promised her.

    Ruthie was chained to the wall of their little renovated basement-turned-dungeon, her hands helplessly above her head and her legs spread wide. And she was more than ready for those orgasms. 

    Eric had been keeping her in chastity for the last month. Originally, when they’d bought the chastity belt together, it had been a fun game. He’d tease her and lock her into it in the morning, and then let her out at night to be fucked to as many orgasms as she wanted. And then the challenges started. Two days in chastity. Then four. Then a week.

    After a week of being locked up, unable to touch her increasingly horny pussy, Ruthie had complained.

    “It’s not fair,” she’d snapped. “You get to jerk off whenever you want and I’m stuck in this stupid belt that you won’t give me the key to.”

    Eric had not liked her tone. And in fact, he’d sentenced her to a full month in that ‘stupid belt’. No amount of begging or pleading could make him give up the key, which he wore at all times around his neck on a silver chain. Ruthie had been trapped in constant neediness as Eric continued to fuck her mouth or her ass, and on occasion her tits, and left her pussy to throb neglected behind its steel confines.

    But no longer. Tonight he’d unlocked her and she was already dripping wet in anticipation.

    Eric ran his hands over her trembling body, tweaked at her nipples, tickled her a bit on her sides where she was sensitive. Then he slid two fingers into her wetness. Ruthie groaned as she clenched around them. Fuck, it had been so long since she’d felt anything.

    “Can I come more than once?” she panted as he gently finger fucked her.

    “Come as many times as you want,” he said. “God, you’re so wet already. Was it a hard month?”

    “It was so hard. I don’t want to do that again - aahh,” Ruthie sighed, his thumb rubbing over her swollen clit, so long ignored and now finally allowed the privilege of his touch. “We could just do this instead,” she said. “Isn’t it better when I get to come all over your cock?”

    “I love feeling you clamping down on me, all needy and wet for me,” he said. He picked up the pace and Ruthie was surprised to feel the beginnings of an orgasm already stirring, expertly coaxed out of her by his fingers. She hadn’t come in a month and she was absolutely ravenous for it. She ground against his hand as best she could, overwhelmed by the sweet pleasure flooding her body.

    “I’m getting close already,” she whispered. 

    Eric went faster. “Come, baby,” he said. “Come on my hand. I want to see it.”

    Her thighs tensed, her breaths came shorter, she felt almost a little lightheaded. His hand felt like magic. She was going to explode, her clit pulsing, she was so close, she was so close -

    Eric pulled away.

    “No!” Ruthie cried out. She thrust her hips forward, squirming as he left her on the edge. Her pussy pulsed, her clit twitched and throbbed in thwarted pleasure. “No, please!”

    “What’s wrong? You didn’t like the orgasm?” Eric asked. He frowned at her with genuine concern.

    “I didn’t come!” She yanked on her chains, frustrated with no way to finish herself off. “You just edged me!”

    “No, you definitely came,” Eric said. “I felt it.” He knelt down between her legs and carefully parted her labia, inspecting her pussy in such a clinical fashion that Ruthie flushed hot with humiliation. “It looks like you came,” he said. “You’re soaking wet. You’re still throbbing from that orgasm, baby.”

    “What? No, I’m - I’m fucking close, that’s why! You said I could come!”

    “Hey, hey, hey, calm down,” he said. He rubbed her legs soothingly. “Do you want another orgasm? Is that it?”

    “I want my first orgasm still!” Ruthie shrieked. 

    “There’s no need to be rude, now. You can ask politely. Say, ‘May I please have an orgasm?’”

    Ruthie ground her teeth together in fury. “May I please have an orgasm?” she growled.

    “That’s a good girl. Yes, you may.” Eric went back to finger fucking her with aching gentleness, rubbing her clit just the way she liked it, and Ruthie couldn’t hold back a moan as her arousal was kickstarted once more.

    This time it took hardly any time at all for her to get close. Her pussy was ready and raring to come, swollen and wet and a little confused why it hadn’t already. His thick fingers pumped in and out of her with wet noises, her clit throbbing and pulsing and spiking with bright notes of heat, as another edge crested.

    “Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck… no!” Ruthie howled as once more, Eric left her on the edge. “No! Don’t stop, please, please, please! Fuck!”

    “I just don’t understand,” Eric said as he watched her thrashing in her chains. “You used to love coming, baby.”

    “I HAVEN’T COME!” she screamed at him. 

    “Don’t you lie to me,” he snapped back, cold fury taking over his voice. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I let you out of chastity. I gave you two orgasms. All you’ve done is be tremendously rude and ungrateful, and now you have the audacity to lie to my face.”

    Ruthie broke down sobbing. “Please,” she cried. “Please, it’s been a month, I just want to come! Please!”

    “You’ve already come.”

    “I haven’t!”

    Eric shook his head, clucking his tongue in disapproval, and to her horror she watched as he pulled out the wooden paddle. “If you keep lying, I’ll have to punish you,” he said. “Do you want to try for a third orgasm? Is that why you’re being such a brat?”

    “It’s not my third, I haven’t come at all, please - AAHH!”

    Ruthie shrieked as Eric spanked her sopping wet and swollen pussy with the paddle, and continued to cry out and squirm around as he laid into it with ferocity. Her thighs were chained to opposite ends of the room and she twisted about like a worm on a hook, completely unable to defend herself from his punishment. By the time he was done, her pussy was glowing red and dripping to the floor, and Ruthie was sobbing breathlessly. 

    “Are you done lying and being a brat?” Eric demanded.

    “Y-y-es sir,” she wept. “I’m done, I promise.”

    “How many orgasms have you had?”

    Ruthie struggled to get the answer out through her tears. “T-two, sir.”

    “Would you like a third?”

    She tried to clear her throat. Her pussy throbbed with both pain and unfulfilled arousal. She wasn’t sure if it was her pussy or her brain that thought maybe the promise of a third orgasm was finally a real one, but either way, she couldn’t pass it up. Not after a month of chastity. “Yes sir… please, may I have a third orgasm?” 

    “Of course you can, baby. I promised you as many orgasms as you wanted, and even though you’ve been rude, I’ll still hold up my end of the deal.”

    Eric pulled out their cordless wand and Ruthie’s favorite dildo, a thick seven inches with a bulbous head. Her punished pussy wept at the sight of it. When he fucked it into her with one thrust, she cried out in relief, finally able to clench around something more substantial than his fingers. It felt impossibly good as it plunged through her teased pussy, massaging her in all the right places, sending her desperation into overdrive. 

    Ruthie NEEDED to come.

    By the time he turned on the wand and pressed it against her slick folds, she was moaning on every stoke. The orgasm felt inevitable. It felt pulled from her very bones, long deserved after a month of chastity and two hard edges and the horrible punishment, and now she was going to come harder than she ever had in her life. 

    Right as she was on the very edge, Eric ripped both toys away. Her pussy clenched on nothing as it was left stranded once more on the edge.

    Ruthie howled in despair.

    “Oh, that was a good orgasm,” Eric said. He knelt down again and inspected her pussy, tapping at her clit, carefully pushing a finger inside to feel her g-spot. “I can tell you came. This is a well fucked pussy. Did you like that one, baby?”

    “Please,” Ruthie sobbed, beyond words.

    “Please what? Are you going to lie to me again?”

    She trembled in her chains. “Please… please may I have another orgasm, sir?”

    Eric laughed. “Oh, you’re greedy tonight! How do you want to come this time?”

    “Please fuck this pussy, sir,” Ruthie mumbled.

    “I am horny myself, watching you have all these orgasms and enjoy yourself so much. Do you want to come together, baby? Me fucking you to our orgasms?”

    Ruthie looked up at him with bloodshot, teary eyes. Her pussy leaked down her thighs in desperation. He knew that her favorite way to come in the whole world was when he fucked her and they came together, clutching each other in their mutual release. And she knew now that there was no way he was going to let her feel it.

    “Yes sir,” she whispered brokenly. 

    Eric pushed down his jeans, revealing his already erect cock, and eased into her throbbing pussy. “Fuck,” he mumbled when he bottomed out. “Your pussy feels so hot, so tight. Those must have been good orgasms. You’re still fluttering a bit from how powerful they were. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a pussy this wet or this satisfied.”

    Ruthie bit her lip until she thought it might bleed as he began to fuck her. It normally took her a while to come without clitoral stimulation, but she was already so close, and she could feel the edge whispering to her again. Maybe she could sneak one out. Maybe he would be so distracted by his own pleasure that he’d let her have it. 

    “We have to do this more often,” Eric groaned, picking up the pace. “I’m gonna cum so fast in this perfect pussy of yours. I’m close already.”

    Fear crept up her spine. She wasn’t close enough. She needed another few minutes. She clenched rhythmically on his cock, tried to cant her hips up to get some pressure on her clit, tried everything to work herself closer.

    “Are you gonna come, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “Come with me. We can come together.”

    “Not yet,” Ruthie blurted, “not yet, I need more, I - rub my clit, please, I could come with you then, please!”

    “You feel like you’re close. I feel that pussy starting to come. It’s gonna be a big one. Oh, fuck - fuck!”

    Eric’s hips slammed into hers one last time as he came, warmth flooding her pussy, and leaving her once more right on the edge. 

    “No, no, no, no,” she sobbed, shaking. 

    “Aww, was that last one too much?” Eric asked as he caught his breath. “It was amazing for me. Here, baby, let’s get you belted up safe so we can do this again.”

    “What?” Ruthie croaked. “A-again?”

    “Wasn’t this nice? A month in chastity and then a couple incredible orgasms? I’ve never felt your pussy like that before. We have to do it again.” He paused as he looked at her face, and disappointment cast over his features. “You don’t look very happy,” Eric said. “Are you thinking about being a brat again? Because I was very generous to unlock you and let you come today. I don’t have to do that next month.”

    Tears slid down her cheeks as Ruthie resigned herself to her fate, and her pussy screamed at her in betrayal for it.

    “It was very nice, sir,” she whispered. “Thank you for letting me come. I would like to do it again next month too.”

    “That’s a good girl,” Eric said. He fastened the chastity belt once more around her dripping pussy, and patted the metal covering her desperate clit. “Let’s get you tucked into bed now. You’ve had a lot of orgasms, and you need your rest. After you’ve had a nap, maybe you can give me a nice blowjob. I might be horny again later.”