Orgasm Control
Orgasm Control. Before I knew it, ten minutes had passed.
“It’s been ten minutes. Just like I said, I’m going to fuck you however I please now.”
“Mmph! Nngh!”
Rene shakes her head from side to side with my cock still in her mouth, as if begging for mercy, but I grab her head and drive myself all the way to the root, thrusting without restraint. She shoves me roughly with her thighs in obvious pain and digs her nails into me, scratching and pinching. Yet the pain barely registers; I’m too lost in the pleasure of her mouth. If anything, the raw reality that I am violating her only sharpens my arousal like a potent spice.
“Haa, fuck. When you suck cock, this is how you do it. Understand?”
“Huuup! Huup! ……Heuup!”
After pounding her throat for a while, the urge to climax surges through me.
“I’m going to cum again, so if you don’t swallow every drop, I won’t let you go.”
-Splurt! Splurt!
Intense pleasure rips through me as thick semen erupts from my cock. It must have built up considerably; the sheer volume makes my thighs tremble. I empty even the last sticky remnants into the beautiful Rene’s mouth, then yank her hair and growl.
“Haa… haa… Drink it. Now.”
Rene doesn’t react. I tilt her head up slightly. Her face is a mess of tears and snot. I warn her in a low voice.
“Swallow. If you can’t do it on your own, I’ll force it down your throat.”
-Gulp.
Overwhelmed by my intensity, Rene swallows with a nauseated expression.
“Urk…”
I pull my cock free from her suffering mouth.
-Cough, cough… cough.
My legs sting. It looks like her nails left scratches. The pain I couldn’t feel while lust ruled my mind now surfaces once the haze fades.
Rene keeps coughing violently. I retrieve a low-grade potion from the cart.
-Pop.
As I smear the reddish liquid over the raw marks, I tell her, “From now on, before every meal, we’ll do this every single day. If you can’t make me cum within ten minutes, I’ll force it in and punish you on top of that.”
Rene glares at me with those crimson eyes.
“You bastard… hic…”
This was markedly different from last time. In the beginning, her face would drain of all color and she would meekly obey every word. Had going outside actually produced results? It seemed some of her old personality had returned, and I found myself smiling without realizing it.
“Then you’d better learn to suck cock properly. And now that you’re about to be punished, are you sure it’s wise to speak to me that way?”
With tears brimming in her eyes, Rene keeps glaring.
“The fact that I ever thought well of you, even for a second… I must have been out of my mind.”
I pick up the vibrator in one hand.
“Hmm. For the time being, your punishment will be edging—bringing you right to the brink and stopping—twenty times.”
In technical terms, orgasm control. Mastering this technique alone is enough to turn any slave into a dripping, needy mess.
“Get lost… hic… stay away!”
It seems the rough treatment earlier had struck a nerve. Good. I had been far too gentle lately and it was getting boring. Seeing her strong personality resurface felt deeply satisfying. If she ever broke again in the future, I would simply correct her the same way. Still, she seemed weak to pain, so I would keep the torment to a minimum.
That was why, after long consideration, I had chosen to punish her with orgasm control.
I looked at Rene.
“Dear me… I really didn’t want to get rough.”
-Slither.
I pull the slime rope from the cart and walk toward her.
“S-stay away!”
Perhaps the sight of the rope frightened her; Rene stumbles backward and flees into the living room. How amusing. Is she suggesting a game of tag?
Rope in hand, I dash after her, chase her down, and throw her onto the sofa.
-Thump!
“Let go! Let me go, you son of a bitch!”
She struggles wildly, but I subdue her in seconds. There is only so much a woman who cannot use magic can do. After confirming that her hands are securely bound with the slime rope, I smirk.
“Ah… and since you resisted, I’ll make it twenty times.”
“Let go! Let go, you perverted bastard!”
I lift the thrashing Rene and carry her to her bedroom.
“Ugh! You worthless piece of trash!”
Just moments ago she had called me Master, and now I was trash? It seemed she had completely regained her senses. Realizing Rene’s mental state was healthy brought me genuine pleasure.
-Thump.
I toss her onto the bed and retrieve the monocle from my coat.
-Weeeeeng.
Turning on the vibrator, I approach her and say, “Oh, right. Every time you fail to cum, count properly.”
“Shut up. You think I’ll actually do it?”
Rene glares at me with defiant eyes. I wonder if she realizes yet that this exact reaction is why I enjoy tormenting her so much.
“Suit yourself, then.”
I spread her thighs and press the vibrator against her.
***
Roughly thirty minutes later, Rene’s bedroom is thick with the heavy scent of her juices. I pull the vibrator away from her dripping folds.
“How many times was that?”
The number I had roughly counted ended at three.
“Haak! I don’t know! I don’t know! Just let me cum already!”
Rene, lost in heat, can only shake her head. After all the training so far, she understands the concept of edging perfectly. In fact, she was feeling it far more intensely than at the beginning, and her reactions were deliciously fresh. The speed at which her arousal climbed was noticeably faster than before, which pleased me greatly. It meant she was focusing hard on my training in order to reach climax.
Yet her pride had kept her from obeying my order to count. I had edged her roughly seven times, but because the stupid girl refused to count, the official tally remained at zero.
“If you don’t know… we’ll have to reach twenty, so do your best.”
I was genuinely curious how long that stubbornness of hers would last.
***
Another thirty minutes passed.
Since Rene refused to count, I stopped keeping track as well. I had probably edged her around seven more times.
“How many times now?”
“Haa… ten… it’s the tenth time… heup…”
At some point she had reverted to polite speech. She must have realized that failing to obey properly meant this would continue all day.
Still, I had to correct the mistake.
“Since you only started counting just now, that was only once, correct?”
Her entire body jolts. Desperation floods Rene’s expression.
“I’ll listen from now on! Master! Please just this once! Okay?”
***
Nearly three hours of relentless orgasm control later.
Around the nineteenth time, I pull the vibrator away and ask, “How many times?”
Limp as a corpse in my arms, breathing ragged, she answers with great effort.
“Nineteen… times… haa… it is…”
Her once lovely voice is now completely hoarse. I smile down at her.
“This is the last one, isn’t it?”
“Yes… haa… But… Master… for the last one… heuk… you’ll… let me cum… right?”
Tears streaming down her crimson eyes, Rene wears a heartbreakingly desperate expression. She must be dying to climax.
“Will you obey me properly from now on?”
“Yes… I’ll do anything you command. Every day I’ll… suck Master’s cock properly and swallow all your semen… so please, let me cum.”
Rene nods weakly as she speaks. I lean close to her ear and whisper.
“Then if you repeat exactly what I say before we finish the twentieth time, I’ll let you cum.”
The moment she realizes what I want and begins shaking her head in refusal, I mercilessly switch the vibrator on and press it firmly against her swollen folds.
“Th-that’s not fair! No! You bastard!”
Whatever she says is irrelevant. I smile wickedly.
“The choice is yours.”
“Ugh… haa… haaang!”
She tries to hold back her moans out of anger but fails. The sight is incredibly erotic. When her arousal finally hits the threshold again, I switch the vibrator off.
Her body convulses violently, as though desperately seeking the stimulation that had been stolen away.
“Haa… haa…”
Rene looks at me with needy eyes, but I cannot reward a slave who refuses to obey.
“You didn’t say the words I told you to, so we’ll end it here for today. Goodbye…”
“Haa… M-Master… please let your horny princess Rene cum.”
She cuts me off and blurts out the phrase. The realization that she would not be allowed to climax today is written clearly across her face in raw urgency.
I answer firmly.
“No.”
Rene stares at me with a face that looks ready to cry.
“Why… why not?”
“Because you didn’t say it before the twentieth time, Miss Rene.”
With tears and snot covering her face, she clings to me and begs.
“No! How can you just… end it like this?”
I turn her over and begin untying the slime rope.
“No!”
-Grab.
Rene desperately seizes my hand.
“M-Master… it’s this wet… are you really going to leave me like this?”
***
Imperial Crown Prince Ian had finished his evening duties and was heading back to his quarters.
‘I’m rather tired today.’
The Emperor’s authority within the Empire was currently overwhelming. No ruler since the Empire’s founding had wielded such absolute power. Naturally, one human body could not handle everything, so the talented Emperor had delegated much of that authority to her husband, the man known as a genius. Only then did the workload become manageable for mortal hands.
Yet both the Emperor and her husband had departed on a journey, leaving Ian drowning beneath a workload that surpassed human limits.
‘Seriously… would it be too much to ask that Mother and Father never return?’
It wasn’t only the mountain of tasks weighing on him. Even a Sword Master could not easily ignore mental exhaustion. And the single greatest source of that exhaustion was his one and only younger sister, Rene.
She had gone missing.
The Crown Prince had believed he would find her within days. Yet as time stretched into weeks, even he began to feel the sharp bite of anxiety.
Surely… she wasn’t dead?
Ian calmly considered the current situation and what it would mean if something had truly happened to his sister. The fact that she still had not appeared suggested the likelihood of kidnapping was decreasing. Logically, a kidnapper would have sent demands by now. Yet no such demands had come. In fact, not even the kidnapper had shown themselves.
Then had some accident occurred? Had Rene died in some tragic mishap?
‘Damn it… it can’t be that.’
Though the circumstances pointed strongly in that direction, Ian forcefully pushed the thought away. His sister would not die so easily.
As he walked toward his room, he encountered an elderly woman in the corridor. Long grey hair and blue eyes. The wrinkles on her forehead could not hide the traces of great beauty from her youth. She was Eurydice, the former Empress who had raised both him and Rene.
-Cough… cough.
When she coughed, Ian hurried over.
“Grandmother, why have you come out dressed so thinly on such a cold day?”
He quickly removed his jacket and draped it over Empress Dowager Eurydice’s shoulders. She answered with sorrowful eyes.
“It simply felt too stifling to remain inside my room.”
Ian knew exactly why his grandmother looked so drained. Forcing a smile, he tried to comfort her.
“If it’s Rene, do not worry. Nothing serious will have happened to her.”
“That young child… why would she leave the imperial palace…? There was no reason for her to do so…”
She stood by the corridor window with a lonely expression.
“Could it be that Rene disliked the betrothal with the United Kingdom?”
As far as Ian knew, she had never voiced such feelings.
“No?”
“Then… has she perhaps found a man she likes?”
In noble society, it was not unheard of for someone to run away to avoid a political marriage. Usually, after tasting the cold realities of the world, they returned.
‘Could that be it?’
Rene was a mage; she possessed the means to support almost any man. The idea held some plausibility, yet a major problem remained. Ian had never once heard that Rene liked any man. In fact, he had never even heard that she was seeing anyone. One of the intelligence division’s most important duties was to quietly remove any fools who dared approach her. If such a man existed, the Crown Prince would certainly know.
“It can’t be that.”
At Ian’s reassurance, a single tear slid down Eurydice’s blue eyes.
“Hic… Then? Was she kidnapped? Have the kidnappers contacted you?”
“That is…”
Ian could not answer. The Empress Dowager burst into heavy tears.
“Hic hic… Rene… that sweet child wouldn’t have left her grandmother behind and gone first, would she?”
Ian gently embraced his grandmother.
“It won’t be. That child does not die easily. So please stop crying, Grandmother.”
“Hic hic…”
“I will escort you to your room. The nights are chilly.”