The studio air was thick with sex—heavy, humid, charged. Sophie’s knees ached against the cold floor, but she didn’t dare shift her weight. Iain towered above her, the thick weight of his cock resting against her cheek now, his fingers twisted in her blonde curls like a leash made of want.

"Look at it," he said, his voice a low rumble. “That’s what you've done. All this... for you.”

Her lips parted as she stared—glistening and hard, the head swollen and flushed, throbbing slightly with every beat of his heart.

She wanted to taste him.

To make him groan.

To feel him lose control—just a little.

"Put your tongue out," he ordered.

She obeyed instantly, and he tapped the head of his cock against it once… twice… smearing pre-cum across her lips like a claiming.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Then, finally: “Suck.”

She took him into her mouth—slow, deep, careful. The weight of him filled her lips, thick and demanding, her jaw aching already from the stretch. Her tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles as she slid down further, letting her lips press tight around that girth.

Above her, Iain hissed.

“Fuck… you were made for this mouth.”

He didn’t let her find a rhythm. He controlled it, hand on her head, guiding her up… down… deeper. Holding her there just long enough to make her throat flex and gag, then easing her off with a long, wet pop of release.

“Sloppy,” he growled, watching the spit trail from her lips to the base of his cock. “Good. I want to see the mess you make.”

Sophie moaned around him, the vibration making Iain grunt as he tightened his grip in her hair.

He let her work now, slow, steady bobs of her head, saliva coating him, her eyes locked on his, begging for approval with every flick of her tongue.

But beneath the obedience, a need burned inside her.

Her pussy ached. Hot, soaked, untouched.

She ached.

She needed more.

She needed him.

But Iain hadn’t even brushed her skin again. Hadn’t let his fingers near her dripping folds.

She whimpered around his cock, her eyes starting to water from the stretch, but she didn’t stop.

Because she wanted something in return.

Iain pulled her off abruptly, cock glistening and thick, resting against her cheek again.

"You want something, don’t you?”

She nodded, panting, lips swollen and wet.

“Say it.”

Her voice was a whisper, trembling and weak. “Please…”

“That’s not enough. Use your words, Sophie.”

Her cheeks burned, but the ache between her legs burned hotter.

“Please touch me,” she begged, voice cracking. “I need it—I need your fingers… your mouth… anything. Please make me come…”

Iain’s grin was wicked. He knelt in front of her, their eyes level now.

“Oh, you’ll come,” he whispered. “And when you do, it’ll be worth every second.”

He kissed her hard then, stealing her breath, tasting her mouth still warm with his cock. His hands moved quickly now—down her waist, around her thighs.

Then—finally—his fingers found her slit.

He groaned against her lips.

“Fucking soaked.”

Two fingers slid into her with ease, her body clenching tight around them instantly. He curled them inside, slow and deep, drawing a moan from deep in her throat.

Her hips rocked against his hand instinctively.

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling back slightly. “Let me feel you take it slow. Don’t rush it.”

She stilled.

Felt every inch of his fingers move, dragging along her inner walls, teasing that sweet spot with purpose.

Her body shook.

He pressed his thumb to her clit now, light circles, agonizingly slow.

She cried out, legs trembling.

“Hold on for me,” he said low. “You’ll get there soon.”

She nodded desperately, her whole body flushed, trembling, pleading.

“I’ll do anything,” she gasped. “Please…”

He leaned close to her ear, breath hot against her skin.

“Then beg louder.

Sophie was trembling.

Every muscle in her body tense, tight, vibrating with the need for release. Iain’s fingers worked her relentlessly now—two, maybe three buried deep inside her, moving with skill and certainty, curling at just the right spot over and over. His thumb circled her clit in slow, slick strokes, teasing that tight bundle of nerves until she felt like she could scream.

She was gasping, panting, her lips parted as she moaned openly, the sound filling the studio like music.

“Iain…” she breathed, “I—I’m close…”

“I know.”

His voice was calm. Cruel.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his shirt, hips twitching with every wave of pleasure that crashed through her. She was right there, perched on the very edge, the orgasm burning hot and hard, just one more stroke away.

"Please," she begged, her voice high and cracking. "Please let me—"

"Don’t come."

The command hit her like a slap.

Her whole body jerked, her walls clenched around his fingers, but he didn’t stop.

“Iain—!”

"Don’t. You’re not allowed. Not yet."

Her eyes flew open, wide, shocked, desperate.

"But—I can’t—I’m—"

He pressed his free hand against her throat gently—not choking, just firm, grounding her. Dominating her.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, tears prickling the corners of her eyes from the effort of holding it in.

“Then control yourself. Don’t you dare come without permission.”

His words burned in her brain, igniting something dark and hungry.

She gritted her teeth, her whole body screaming for release, but she held it.

Barely.

He slowed his fingers down, cruelly light now, just enough to keep her pulsing, trembling, soaking wet but denied.

“You were right there, weren’t you?” he whispered against her ear. “So close… you could taste it.”

A broken sob escaped her lips. “Yes… please, I need it…”

“You don’t need anything unless I say you do.”

He pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them along her swollen, soaked entrance before holding them up in front of her face—shiny and dripping with her arousal.

“Lick.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting herself from his fingers, and he watched with eyes full of lust and control.

“You taste like frustration.”

She whimpered.

“You’re going to sit there,” he said, stepping back slightly, his cock still hard and heavy between them, “and think about how good that orgasm would’ve felt.”

“And if you’re a very, very good girl… maybe I’ll let you come next time.”

Sophie’s breathing was shallow, chest heaving, panties soaked through, and thighs trembling. But still… she nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

And in her eyes, behind the submission and the ache, was something else: hunger.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.

Sophie was a mess of sweat and desperation, kneeling on the studio floor like a beautiful offering—hair wild, lips swollen, eyes glassy with need. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths as she stared up at Iain, mouth parted, ready.

He stroked her cheek, soft and slow, his thumb trailing down to smear along her bottom lip.

“Open.”

She obeyed instantly.

He slid his cock past her lips, and she took him eagerly, inch by inch, her mouth wrapping around his thick girth, still slick from her earlier attention. The weight of it on her tongue, the pulsing heat—everything about him made her wetter, needier.

Her body burned.

Her panties clung to her folds like a second skin, soaked through, and every slight movement of her thighs pressed her aching clit just enough to make her whimper around his shaft.

“You like having your mouth full, don’t you?” Iain murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he stroked her hair. “You’d rather be gagging on cock than thinking about anything else.”

She moaned her agreement around him, saliva dribbling from the corners of her lips as he began to move.

Slow. Controlled.

He pushed deeper, until her throat flexed around him.

“Breathe through your nose, Sophie. Take it. I know you can.”

He began to thrust just a little deeper each time, hands buried in her curls as he set a rhythm—teasing the back of her throat, then easing out, only to do it again. She gagged once, her eyes watering, but didn’t stop. She wanted it.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now use those hands. Cup my balls. Play with them.”

Her hands obeyed, cupping him gently at first, then rolling the weight of them in her palms, stroking, caressing, then sucking one into her mouth when he allowed her to pull off just enough. Her tongue lavished him, her eyes pleading for more.

“Look at you,” Iain said, a smirk curling his lips. “On your knees, drooling over my cock and balls, soaking wet and needy…”

He knelt down in front of her, pulling her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, then pushed two fingers against the front of her soaked panties again—rubbing slow, circular strokes right over her clit.

She cried out, knees trembling, hips twitching into his touch.

“Are you close again, sweetheart?” he whispered, licking the side of her neck. “Is that little pussy pulsing for me already?”

“Yes—yes, please, Iain, please—”

“Shhh.”

He pressed harder, faster, and she gasped—arching into his hand, trembling.

“I need to—oh god—please let me—”

“Not yet.”

He pulled away.

Just like that.

No more friction, no more contact, just the ghost of a touch and the echo of everything she didn’t get to feel.

She cried out in frustration, falling forward onto her hands.

“No… no, please, Iain, I’ll do anything—”

“Oh, I know you will,” he said, standing over her, slowly stroking himself just inches from her face. “That’s the point.”

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her whole body on fire, and denied for the second time.

“You want to come, Sophie?”

“Yes.”

“You want to feel my cock deep inside you while you finally let go?”

“Yes, please—I need it, I need you to take me—”

“Then you’re going to have to earn it. Completely.”

His voice was cold now. Serious.

“Because when I finally let you come…” He leaned down and tilted her chin up, making her stare at him. “…you won’t just come—you’ll break.”

And she wanted it.

God, she wanted it more than anything

Sophie stood in the center of the studio, completely naked now, her long blonde curls cascading down her back in wild waves. Her body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, nipples hard and aching, thighs slick with arousal.

And Iain just watched her.

Camera in hand, eyes locked on hers, he gave a small nod.

“Show me,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Put yourself in the position you want me to take you in. Let me see how badly you need it.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Her hands moved with a lust-drunk grace as she turned, stepped up onto the small platform he used for full-body shots. She dropped to all fours, arching her back, sticking her ass out—wide, ready, inviting. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, eyes burning.

“Like this?” she asked, voice trembling. “Is this how you’d fuck me, Iain?”

Click.

The camera snapped, freezing her in that filthy pose—her ass high, lips glistening between her thighs.

Iain growled low in his throat. “Again. Next position.”

She moaned softly and shifted—kneeling with her legs spread wide, her hand reaching down, fingers sliding between her folds. She gasped at the touch, her body so sensitive now that even her own fingers felt like a tease.

Two fingers slid in.

And she performed.

Back arched, one hand cupping her own breast, she moaned loudly, her fingers pumping into her soaked pussy while her hips rolled slowly. She opened her mouth like she was mid-orgasm, head thrown back, every bit of her exposed to him.

Click. Click. Click.

“You’re such a good little toy,” Iain murmured, stepping closer, camera still clicking as he circled her. “You know how fucking perfect you look right now?”

She whimpered, her fingers speeding up. “Iain… please…”

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”

She obeyed, legs shaking, slick sounds filling the studio as her fingers curled just right, grazing that spot inside that made her thighs tremble. She was so close again. So close.

He crouched beside her, reached out, and dragged two fingers through the wetness between her thighs—lifting them to her lips.

“Open.”

She sucked them in without hesitation, moaning at her own taste.

“You’re soaked,” he growled, standing again. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes, Iain, I need it…”

He stepped back, cock straining against his trousers again, thicker than ever.

“I should let you,” he said slowly. “You’ve earned it, haven’t you?”

She nodded furiously, still fucking herself on her knees.

“I should bend you over right now and bury myself in that dripping cunt, make you scream my name while you come all over me.”

Her whole body twitched at the words.

“But not yet.”

He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her slick fingers from her pussy.

She whimpered, body shaking from the denied release.

“You’re going to come on my cock, Sophie,” he said, voice sharp, dominant, dripping with lust. “Not before. Not without permission. And not until I say.”

She looked up at him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, aching.

“Yes, Iain,” she whispered. “Please…”

He tilted her chin up and smiled.

“Pose one more time for me.”

To be Continued.......