The Countdown
Your orgasm is mine…
“May I have permission,” asks the girl.
He responds “not yet,
I’ve told you, this is punishment,
You’ve been a naughty Pet.
I deprive you of the right to come,
Until I say it’s time.
I’ll count you down to your climax,
Your orgasm is mine.”
The girl responds with strangled moan,
The peak is getting near,
She needs release but it’s denied,
Her Master’s made that clear.
She must endure his edging game,
To prove that she is good.
To give him her submission now
Just like a good Pet should.
His fingers tease and tickle,
He’s relishing this game
To see her writhe and wriggle
Sets his pounding heart aflame.
He senses her frustration,
And knows she’s set to burst,
He’ll let her come, eventually,
But he’ll make her suffer first.
With hardened length he enters her,
And feels her body squirm.
His fingers stroke between her legs,
His thrusts are brisk and firm.
Her flesh is warm and silky and
Her body is on fire.
He lifts her legs around his waist,
Increasing her desire.
She bucks and hollers, “Master, please!
I can’t wait anymore.”
With a wicked grin her Dom replies,
“Impatient little whore.”
He grabs her breast and pinches her
And makes her body wriggle.
She looks so wild and helpless that
He cannot help but giggle.
“My little Pet, oh what a sight
You are in all your quaking!”
She can’t respond, she’s too far gone.
Entire body shaking.
Her lover smiles and ups the pace,
His strokes are coming faster.
The woman shouts and begs and pleads,
“Oh, please let me come, Master!”
He starts the countdown, five to nought.
She feels the pressure rise,
Her nipples are like pebbles
And she’s wet between her thighs.
“Five,” he starts. She holds her breath,
While friction he increases.
Four comes next, and with a groan
Her breath she now releases.
Now it’s three, and she begins
To see relief approaching.
She feels the pulsing deep inside
As her climax is encroaching.
Two seconds left, and Master is
Enjoying her undoing.
His lust-bright eyes are fixed on her
As the torture is ensuing.
One second now, he presses harder
On her aching clit.
“Now,” he says. Her body shakes,
She screams out “Holy shit!!”
The climax rends her inside out,
She’s soaring in the air.
And when it’s over, Master coos
And gently strokes her hair.
“Good girl,” he whispers, “I’m impressed,
You’ve been a pliant Pet,
But don’t you get too comfortable,
I’m not done with you yet!”
The Countdown is taken from “Poe-rotica: 101 Saucy and Erotic Poems” by Jupiter Grant. Available on Amazon Kindle, Audible audiobook, or as a part of the bundle “Interplanetary Quartet #: A Collection of Four Titles from Jupiter”, also available on Kindle or Audiobook (US / UK / FR/ DE)
Jupiter Grant is a self published author, blogger, narrator and audiobook producer.
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