He was raised to respect women. No matter how much I beg him, he won’t give in and fuck me. I cannot think of anything I could want more. He knows it. He bites me, sucks on my flesh, and slides his fingers inside me until I cum. But never sex. He pulls my hair, overpowers me, and requests blowjobs. Still, never sex. He knows how much I want it. He can see the look in my eye, feel my whole body tense, and hear the slight moans every time he gets a little rough. He takes pleasure in knowing I want him. He enjoys how easily he can get me aroused. Seeing him get his joy from my suffering only makes me want him more.
