Dale rises some and leans in to kiss her neck.
Very warm and soft and a scent he’s unfamiliar with but loves.
“And what of this ?”
Nips at her skin as she moans softly

“Yes, Sir. I like greatly.”
Arynia has not moved nor has she showed signs of hesitancy.

Dale covers her neck , nipping and reaches down to trace small circles on her lower belly.

She involuntarily moves as if trying to draw away.

“What?” says Dale, “you don’t want the touch?”

“No, sir that isn’t it. I’m ticklish”

“Be Still.”

“I shall try.”

“You will be still. “

“Yes Sir”

But try as she might she can’t remain still.
Dale leans over and does the same thing now , only with his tongue trailing lightly over her.

Arynia is melting , trying to be still and firm in position but her body refuses.
She wraps her arms around Dale ,
“Please, Sir. Take me…. Fuck me hard.
I beg you.”

“No. You are now on Cum Restriction.”
And if you fail , I shall keep causing your body to react until you can’t any more.”
“Orgasmic overload will be your punishment.”

Arynia Gasps in shock.
She had never heard of or read of such.

“You wouldn’t” as quickly as she said it, she regretted it , Covering her mouth with both of her hands.
Trembling now as she watched Dale take on a different attitude.

What would he think ?
Or Worse… What would he do ?