Rude (Patreon)

Your partner wakes you up in a bit of a time sensitive and sticky situation.

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You blinked, opening your eyes, blearily. Your partner was looking down at you, slightly mortified. “Did you just fall asleep when I was speaking to you? Babe. That’s so rude.” You met their gaze. Confused. What was happening? “Come on. Stop that. We need to go in five minutes!”

It was then that you became aware that your hand was moving between your legs. Your partner met your confused gaze with a stern one. “Did you hear me? You need to stop touching yourself. I know it feels good, but we’ve got to get ready.” You tried to move your hand away.

But it felt like it was stuck. Something was holding your hand between your legs, forcing you to pleasure yourself. Behind their look of annoyance that they shot you, there was something else, but you were too foggy headed to understand what. You wanted to do what you were told.

“Are you listening, sweetie? I told you to stop. You haven’t. You’re being rude again, babe.” You blushed. You realised that you had to go, but something was stopping you doing anything but touching yourself. “Silly toy. So rude. But so helpless. Just like I wanted.”

They smiled, their annoyance dropping. Your confusion deepened. “Just keep touching, toy. Not that you have a choice. It’s not like you could stop if you wanted to. You’re in my power. Even now, even wide awake. Find the perfect pace, sweetie. Can you do that?”

You nodded, their question cutting through the confusion. You felt like your hand was being puppeted by unseen strings, moving faster, angling slightly differently. The pleasure grew, and grew and grew. Their smile widened. “That’s it, toy. I want you to cum, on zero.”

Your pleasure surged at their words. “Three.” They leant down, close to you. You could feel their heat next to you. “Two.” Your mind was going blank as the pleasure climbed. “One.” It felt so good. “Zero, cum for me.” A moan left your lips. “Terminus. Let your memories return.”

The climax rolled through you as your mind shifted. Remembering the suggestion to forget. To have your hand unable to leave your legs. To believe what your partner said. It was so hard to concentrate on that though. The pleasure made it hard to think. Just as they planned.