On the fifth day, Eric shatters.
The air in the dimly lit living room crackles, thick with tension, a storm of pent-up desire suffocating them both. Eric stands at the center of it, fists clenched, jaw tight, every muscle in his body wound like a coil ready to snap. His blue eyes burn as they lock onto Jenna, who lingers in the doorway, draped in the soft glow of the hall light. She’s untouchable, a vision wrapped in temptation, curves kissed by the golden flicker of a distant lamp.
“Please, Jenna,” he breathes, the words raw, stripped of all pretense. He steps forward, desperate, but she lifts a hand, stopping him cold.
“Beg properly,” she murmurs, green eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Show me how much you need me.”
Eric’s pride crumbles like ash. He drops to his knees, his palms flat on the hardwood, looking up at her with something close to worship. “I need you,” he confesses, voice hoarse with longing. “I need to feel you. To touch you. To worship you. Please… I’ll do anything. Just let me have you.”
Jenna smiles, slow and knowing, a queen before her devoted subject. She steps closer, the hush of her bare feet against the floor the only sound save for Eric’s ragged breathing. When she reaches him, her fingers curl under his chin, tilting his face up.
“Anything?” she whispers, her voice silk and shadow.
His throat works as he swallows. “Anything.”
Without another word, she turns and walks away, leaving him kneeling, throbbing, aching. His breath stutters, mind racing—was this another game? Then, her voice, soft, commanding, drifts from the bedroom. “Come. Slowly.”
Eric rises, following her, each step heavy with need. When he crosses the threshold, he stops short. Jenna stands at the foot of the bed, bathed in the low glow of candlelight, encased in black lace that clings to her like a second skin. The garter belt, the thigh-high stockings—every inch of her is designed to ruin him.
“Do you like what you see, Eric?” she asks, voice dripping honey and venom.
He exhales sharply, his entire body tightening. “You’re… perfect.”
“Good boy.” She steps closer, trailing a single manicured finger down his chest. “Sit.”
He obeys, perching on the bed, hands gripping his thighs to keep from reaching for her. Jenna straddles his lap, rolling her hips, the friction exquisite torture. His head falls back, a groan tearing from his throat.
“Does that feel good?” she purrs, lips brushing his ear.
“God, yes,” he gasps. “Please, Jenna… I need more.”
“Not yet.” Her lips ghost over his neck, just enough to set him on fire. Her hands slide down, teasing at his waistband, then retreating. “Be patient.”
Eric trembles beneath her, every nerve screaming for release. But she isn’t done breaking him. Not yet.
She slides off his lap, guiding him onto his back. Before he can react, silk wraps around his wrists, tethering him to the headboard. His breath catches. Jenna picks up a candle from the nightstand, her smile devilish as she tips it just enough to let a single drop of wax fall onto his chest.
He hisses, pleasure and pain coiling together, setting his skin alight.
“Too much?” she asks, falsely sweet.
“No…” He groans. “It’s perfect.”
Jenna sets the candle aside, running her fingers down his stomach, teasing at the waistband of his jeans but never venturing further. He writhes beneath her, bound, helpless, her plaything.
“Jenna, please,” he begs, voice barely a whisper. “Touch me. I’ll do anything.”
Her wicked smile deepens. “Patience, my good boy,” she murmurs. “We’re just getting started.”
She teases him endlessly—her fingers light as whispers, her lips tracing fire across his skin. She retrieves a feathered brush, dragging it over his oiled chest, down his stomach, over his hips, skirting his aching cock with cruel precision. He moans, thrashing against the silk ties, desperate, undone.
“Jenna, I—” His words break on a gasp as she finally, finally touches him, her fingers barely grazing his clothed erection.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” she muses, watching him tremble. “But you haven’t broken yet, Eric. And I want to see you break.”
His breath shudders out. “I’ll break,” he promises. “Just—please… let me feel you.”
Jenna leans in, lips brushing his ear as she whispers, “Good boy.”
Then, at last, she frees him from his jeans, her hands wrapping around him, stroking with a teasing slowness that has him gasping, pleading. “You’re so hard for me,” she murmurs, thumb circling the tip, collecting the proof of his desperation. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” he groans, his entire body arching into her touch. “Please, Jenna… I can’t take it anymore.”
“Not yet,” she singsongs, dragging her nails lightly down his shaft, making him shudder violently.
“Jenna, please…” His voice is a broken prayer.
She smiles, wicked and indulgent, before finally—finally—lowering her lips to him. The first brush of her tongue is enough to make him whimper. When she takes him into her mouth, hot and wet and perfect, his whole body jerks, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
Jenna doesn’t rush. She savors him, teasing, tormenting, driving him mad with every flick of her tongue, every slow, deep descent. Her green eyes lock onto his, watching him unravel.
“Jenna—fuck—I—” He’s trembling, sweat slick on his skin, breath hitching with every movement of her lips. She hums around him, the vibration making his vision blur.
“Mmm, such a good boy,” she purrs, pulling off with a sinful smirk. “But we’re not done yet.”
Eric whimpers, body on fire, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Jenna grins, straddling him once more, her wet heat pressing against his aching length, separated only by thin lace.
“Do you want me to ride you, sweet boy?” she whispers, rocking her hips just enough to make him choke on a moan.
“Yes,” he pleads. “God, yes. I need you. Please, Jenna—”
She leans down, lips brushing his. “Then beg me properly.”
Eric is lost, ruined, completely hers. And as she sinks down onto him, hot and tight and perfect, he knows he’ll never be the same again.
She moves deliberately, rolling her hips in slow, measured circles, teasing him, making him feel every inch of her. His hands clench at the silk ties binding him to the headboard, muscles straining as he fights the instinct to grab her, to take control. But this isn’t his to control. Jenna owns him in this moment, and she knows it.
Her hands slide up his chest, nails raking lightly over his skin, making him shudder. She leans in, her breath hot against his ear. “I can feel how much you love this,” she purrs, grinding down just a little harder, making him groan. “You love being my good boy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasps, his voice wrecked. “God, yes. I’m yours, Jenna.”
She moans at his words, riding him harder now, her rhythm picking up, the wet heat of her gripping him so perfectly that he feels like he might unravel at any second. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head back just enough so she can watch his face, see every ounce of pleasure she’s wringing from him.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” she warns, her voice a dark promise. “Not until I say.”
Eric lets out a strangled groan, his body trembling with restraint. He’s so close, his entire being attuned to her, desperate for more, desperate for release. But Jenna isn’t done playing with him. She slows her pace suddenly, torturing him, keeping him right on the edge.
“Jenna—” he chokes out, eyes pleading.
She smirks, dragging her nails down his chest again. “I love seeing you like this,” she whispers. “So desperate. So completely mine.”
She leans down, biting his lower lip before capturing his mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. Her tongue dances with his, hot and demanding, stealing every breath he has left. And then, without warning, she lifts herself almost completely off him before slamming back down, hard, making him cry out.
“Jenna, please—”
She tightens her grip in his hair, pulling his head back further. “Are you going to be a good boy and hold it for me?” she teases, rolling her hips slowly, deliberately, tormenting him.
Eric nods frantically, chest heaving. “Yes—yes, I’ll hold it—please, just—”
She hums in approval, then rides him harder, faster, her moans mixing with his gasps, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. The pleasure builds, unbearable, overwhelming, his entire world narrowing to the feel of her, the sound of her, the way she completely consumes him.
She hums in approval, then rides him harder, faster, her moans mixing with his gasps, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. The pleasure builds, unbearable, overwhelming, his entire world narrowing to the feel of her, the sound of her, the way she completely consumes him.
Then, suddenly, she stops.
Eric gasps, a strangled whimper escaping his lips as she pulls back, lifting herself just enough that his aching cock is left throbbing, twitching, desperate for more. His eyes fly open, wide with confusion, with need, with sheer helplessness. His body screams for release, every nerve on fire, teetering on the very edge of ecstasy.
Jenna smirks down at him, running a teasing hand over his heaving chest. “Aww, poor boy,” she coos, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You were so close, weren’t you? You thought I was going to let you finish?”
Eric groans, his hands fisting in the sheets, his entire body shaking. “Jenna—please…”
She clicks her tongue, leaning down to brush her lips over his ear, her breath warm, intoxicating. “You’ll come when I say you can, sweet boy,” she whispers, rolling her hips just enough to make him jolt beneath her. “Not a second before.”
His head falls back, his jaw clenched, overwhelmed by the cruel, exquisite pleasure of her. She’s everything—his goddess, his tormentor, his salvation and his ruin. He looks up at her with awe, his vision hazy, drinking in the perfection of her body. The way the candlelight flickers over her smooth, flawless skin, highlighting the soft curves of her waist, the tantalizing dip of her flat stomach. His eyes trace the swell of her hips, the firm, round perfection of her ass, the way her thighs flex as she keeps him right where she wants him.
And her breasts—God, her breasts. Perfect, perky, bouncing slightly with each teasing shift of her body against his. His mouth waters at the sight of them, the tight peaks of her nipples brushing against his chest, making him shudder with longing. She is everything erotic, everything primal, a vision of carnal perfection, and yet—she is also warmth. Care. Nurturing and affection wrapped in teasing cruelty.
She strokes his cheek, her expression softening just slightly. “Oh, my poor, sweet boy,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You look like you’re about to lose your mind. Does it feel that good? Having me tease you like this?”
“Yes,” he chokes out, his voice barely more than a whimper. “It’s—Jenna, I can’t—I need—”
She shushes him gently, placing a single finger over his lips. “Shh,” she whispers. “No talking. Just feel.”
Before he can protest, she presses her hand over his mouth, muffling the desperate sounds that escape him as she starts moving again, riding him in slow, deep strokes. He whimpers against her palm, his muffled cries vibrating through her skin, his body trembling beneath her.
“Mmm,” she purrs, relishing in his helplessness, in the way his body responds so perfectly to her. “You sound so pretty when you whimper like that. So desperate. So needy.”
Eric’s mind dissolves into pure sensation, his thoughts fragmented, melting into the unbearable pleasure of having her take control, having her use him for her own pleasure. He can’t believe this is real—that this perfect woman, this goddess, is fucking him like this, like he belongs to her, like she enjoys toying with him, teasing him, ruining him.
She removes her hand from his mouth only to cup his jaw, tilting his face up to meet her gaze. Her green eyes burn into his, filled with amusement, desire, and something deeper—something possessive. “You love it, don’t you?” she whispers, rolling her hips a little faster, watching as he crumbles beneath her. “Being my good boy. Letting me play with you.”
“Yes—yes, Jenna, I love it—” He gasps, barely able to form words, his hands gripping her thighs like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
She removes her hand from his mouth only to cup his jaw, tilting his face up to meet her gaze. Her green eyes burn into his, filled with amusement, desire, and something deeper—something possessive. “You love it, don’t you?” she whispers, rolling her hips a little faster, watching as he crumbles beneath her. “Being my good boy. Letting me play with you.”
“Yes—yes, Jenna, I love it—” He gasps, barely able to form words, his hands gripping her thighs like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
She giggles softly, a wicked little sound, before placing her palm over his mouth again, silencing his desperate sounds. “Aww, poor boy,” she coos, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery, her hips grinding down harder, faster. “You’re so easy, aren’t you? Completely helpless under me. Just a needy little thing who doesn’t know what to do with himself.”
He whimpers against her hand, his entire body trembling beneath her, overwhelmed, undone. She laughs, breathy and delighted, loving the way he shudders, the way he squirms, powerless beneath her control. “Mmm, I love watching you fall apart,” she purrs. “You can’t even think straight, can you? You’re just my sweet, inexperienced boy, desperate to keep up.”
She rides him harder, her pace merciless now, each roll of her hips pushing him further into the abyss. His muffled moans grow louder, his fingers digging into her thighs, his body arching beneath her. He’s burning, unraveling, lost in the unbearable heat of her, the way she toys with him, the way she takes him apart with nothing but her body and her voice.
“Oh, look at you,” she croons, eyes shining with amusement, watching the sheer desperation in his gaze. “You’re about to break, aren’t you? My poor, sweet boy, right on the edge. You want to come so bad, don’t you?”
He nods frantically, his breath ragged, his body straining, on the verge of collapse.
She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, “Then do it. Come for me. Be a good boy and give me everything.”
And with that, she slams down onto him one final time, sending him careening over the edge. His entire body seizes, his muffled cry vibrating against her palm, his release tearing through him like wildfire. He comes hard, uncontrollably, his vision going white, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through him.
She moans softly as she feels him pulse inside her, riding him through his climax, savoring every shudder, every desperate sound. Only when he is completely spent, his body limp beneath her, does she finally lift her hand from his mouth, letting him gasp for air, dazed, wrecked, utterly hers.
She smiles down at him, brushing damp hair from his forehead, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss to his lips. “Mmm, such a good boy,” she murmurs. “Completely ruined for me now, aren’t you?”
Eric can only nod weakly, still lost in the aftershocks, his body boneless beneath her.
She smiles down at him, brushing damp hair from his forehead, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss to his lips. “Mmm, such a good boy,” she murmurs. “Completely ruined for me now, aren’t you?”
Eric can only nod weakly, still lost in the aftershocks, his body boneless beneath her.
Jenna smirks, sitting up slowly, letting his softened cock slip from her. She shivers slightly, stretching her arms above her head, the movement making her perfect breasts bounce just enough to tease him further. She watches him, his dazed, blissed-out expression, and then she shifts her hips slightly—just enough to make him see the thick, white evidence of his climax slowly dripping from her swollen, spent pussy.
She trails a finger down her stomach, between her legs, gathering a bead of his cum onto her fingertip before bringing it to her lips. She hums, licking it off slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked onto his the entire time. “Mmm,” she purrs, “you really did give me everything, didn’t you?”
Eric swallows hard, his breath hitching, his cock twitching uselessly despite how drained he is. His body is too spent to react properly, but his mind is still spinning, still utterly captivated by the erotic sight before him.
Jenna spreads her legs just a little wider, letting him see more of the creamy mess he’s left inside her. She tilts her head, smirking at his wrecked expression. “Aww, look at you,” she coos. “Completely fucked out, and yet you still can’t take your eyes off me. Still hungry for more, aren’t you, sweet boy?”
Eric makes a strangled noise, part whimper, part reverence, his eyes dark with something between exhaustion and awe. His entire body aches, but the primal need to have her again is already burning low in his belly, ready to reignite at the slightest provocation.
Jenna giggles, dragging her fingers through his hair before leaning down, brushing her lips over his ear. “Too bad,” she whispers, a wicked edge to her voice. “You’ll just have to watch for now.”
And Jenna? Jenna just smirks, already thinking of how she’ll tease him next.