I wasn't sure how long had passed since the first time I came. Or, more accurately, the only time I came.
The skies were still bright when I had first returned to this room with Blaise, but now, the sun had long set and it was already night out. While I was starving, my body didn't crave food― it craved for release, something that Blaise was determined not to give me.
"Fuck, Blaise, stop teasing me!" I groaned in frustration when he pulled nearly completely out, leaving just his tip right at my entrance.
He chuckled, laughing at my utter misery. I was so close. Just so close. A little more and I would've toppled straight off the edge, finally chasing the release I so craved. However, Blaise was determined for me to not have that.
"I thought you wanted something more drawn out?" he said, chuckling as I wiggled my hips back and forth in an attempt to push him back into me.