A half-dozen times she repeated her moves. Excruciatingly slowly dry-stroking down his shaft. Tripping feather-light over his love-spot. Tickling lightly down to his root. Reading the cravings in his body, reading his need like a book. Giving Nick the occasional break .. lightly circling the pre-cum he was dribbling over a dome as hard as his abs.
Keeping him teetering .. reading desperation in his flesh.
Caught .. trapped. The male of the species busting a gut to do what it was created to do. Shoot. Burst his seed free. Pro-cre-fucking-ate. That need zinging in his every muscled fibre. Yet the uber-dominant male fought the beast in him back. Nick Carter .. kill-master .. lord of the spy-jungle .. the ultra-male that called the shots. Was he going to be ruled over by some sadistic ice-queen? No way. Was his spirit giving in to this bitch out to dominate him? This bitch that would not let him cum anyway.
Suddenly she was at it again. Violent painful yanks with her tight grip. Tugging down on over-stretched skin. Stinging pains burst out of the top of his head. Nick gasped. Fearing the inevitable moment had come. Breaking the challenge he had set himself. Determined fight like fucking hell to deny the bitch!
Then suddenly she stopped. She read the book .. the chapter bookmarked in Nick Carter’s seething cock. Let go. Left him teetering. Left his body needing. Craving. Whatever his head told him .. every cell in his muscular torso wanted only one thing. She WAS dominating him. FUCK!
Nick Carter’s supreme body .. the kill-master’s sharp calculating mind .. Nick did not know what he fucking wanted. Wobbling on the edge of the abyss. Electricity crackling down powerful muscled thighs. Struggling to breathe .. like he had gone a punishing round in the cage with an equally matched opponent. Refusing her, Nick Carter was torturing himself .. pulled one way and the other. Needing like fucking hell to shoot. Pig-headed as shit, refusing to give in to this bitch.
Like some hero in those S&S movies .. each arm tied to a team of stallions .. about to be ripped apart.
Unexpected she made a surprise move on him. Taking his breath away. He’d been breathing deep, fighting back, fighting to hang on to his self control. Digging deep into his yoga power .. calm controlled breathing. Her power over him slowly abating.
The force in his shaft had been throbbingly powerful, the tremors in his flesh betraying his overloaded nerves. The urges at his tumescent head had been racing with over-manly power. He forced back into his emotions .. fighting to settle into a powerful calm. Breathing hard .. getting himself under control .. fighting back every fibre in his body that was craving to finish things off.
Suddenly she was astride his hips. On fucking-top of him. Athletically she had vaulted effortlessly up on to this metal table-top. She took him unawares, shit, she was fast. Like a cat. Nick looked up at the face that was unexpectedly over his. For a moment he lost focus, his mind beguiled by the sight of those firm breasts swaying gracefully. Then mentally he was left bewildered, he was inside her .. suddenly. In-fucking-side! Deftly her hand had grabbed him .. shoved him unceremoniously inside. She had enveloped his steel rod. Devoured him. Slipped down the whole length of him. She’d swallowed him. Whole.
And the ace-lover Nick Carter had not even known. So much for staying in charge. Cynically Nick was mocking himself. Normally this position would have filled him with hope. With her mounted, his powerful thigh muscles would come into play. He’d play wild stallion to her mount, give her a bucking ride. The bucking bull to her cowboy thighs. That way he’d fool this torturer-bitch .. make himself cum.
But he couldn’t fucking move. She had him totally in her grip. FUCKING HELL! He was no more than a dildo. Clenched between her thighs. His raging force deep inside her, she had him squeezed. That was all Nick Carter was .. just a hard dick.
As if reading his thoughts even as he thought them, her muscles inside gripped Nick down by the root of his shaft. She started working him. But again she barely moved .. all exquisitely controlled muscle power inside him. Fuck but she was good!
Fuck! Nick felt iron hard. His erection-tight balls were crushed up so high they could slip out the top of his head. Yet imperceptibly slowly, with mind-blowing muscular strength, with the controlled skill of a world class gymnast, she worked on the length of him. Tortuously slowly. Tormenting him.
BITCH! Nick was going out of his mind. Bewildered. Didn’t know left-from-right. Kept on the verge of orgasm. Mind-blowingly needy. He had to .. every fibre in his über-manly body needed to. Needed just a few shoves. A moan seeped out. Nick heard it .. he cringed. He regretted it. But he couldn’t take it back.
Denial. Erotic denial. Torture. The god-damned bitch was playing him .. fish on a hook .. reading him like a book. She knew every fibre in his virile being .. she heard it screaming to pump. Craving to drive things on. His cum-swollen testicles raging. His head oozing with lubricating pre-cum. All it’d take .. a few vigorous moves and he’d be there. She’d not let him. Her decision not his.
Losing it. No question of fighting back. His whole being spiralled in a sickening vortex. Some maddening whirlpool of desire. Nick Carter’s every pore oozed sweat. His flesh trembled. Hearing his tortured sub-conscious being about to pronounce the word. PLEASE.
That was all his tormented spirit could conceive of. All he needed .. all he craved .. a handful of jerky moves, he’d be done. Not much to ask. LET HIM FUCKING CUM!
But that was the last thing this sonovabitch zombie would grant.