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"Please, let me," he sobbed, thrusting into the bed.
"Fine. Come for me," she said.
He made a tortured sound as he began to cum, only to hear her say,
"Actually, stop. I changed my mind. Do not come."
He screamed in pain and frustration. His cock couldn't stop midway, but the Hyde inside him couldn't allow him to disobey. The pleasure he'd been granted, so hard won, was shattered.
She'd ruined his orgasm.
She grabbed his cock cruelly and began to pump him, and he tried to pull away only for her to follow him.
"Do you get it yet?" She asked, "you can continue to disobey me, but I promise you it won't be nearly as pleasurable as giving in. Stay right there."
His muscles locked into place as she continued to stroke him. He was still coming in spurts, after she had edged him no less than 10 times there was no stopping it, but each time he came felt like a betrayal his mind flayed him for.
"Sorry," he sobbed, "I'm sorry, please, let me go, it hurts, I'll be good, I'm so sorry,"
He was hyperventilating. She let him go and he collapsed like all his strings were cut, he still hadn't been given permission to move.
"Keep rutting until you're empty," she said dismissively, "you can tilt your head to breathe."
His body moved on autopilot. The sensitivity was torture.
"No more," he groaned, head tilted toward her "Wen...Wednesday please. It hurts."
"If there's something you want, address me properly."
"Master," he groaned, all shame burned away in this purgatory he was forced to exist in, "please please please-"
"Stop."
He stopped in relief, chest heaving. She leaned close and ran her fingers through his hair, her breath warm as she spoke in a low voice right into his ear, "The next time you act like a brat, I'll leave you like that all night. I'll make sure your every moment is agony and it will not be fun for you. I can give you pleasure, or I can ruin your life. Tell me you understand."
"I understand, Master." He said. Something settled in his bones, his body and mind for once in agreement that they existed for one purpose - to serve. His Hyde no longer rebelled - their Master was strong enough to hold them. "Forgive me?" He asked quietly, nuzzling into her hand.
"No," she snapped. "I'm not that easy. Go sleep on the floor."
He whined, but left to lay on the floor as close to her as he could get.
"Please? I can keep you warm." He begged.
"Where was my sweet boy an hour ago when you dared to threaten me?" She said cuttingly, "I don't tolerate fools. Only good boys get my scent and my body."
He groaned, tugging at his hair. He wanted to be next to her, inside her, the distance was cold and hurtful.
"I'm sorry." He whimpered. "I can be better."
"Take your punishment, and then all will be forgiven in the morning." She said after a moment. "Sleep."
He was gone the next moment.
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Wednesday stared up at the ceiling as she heard his breath even out. It took almost everything in her not to order him back and use him to sate the inferno within her. Seeing him so pathetic and submissive had her alight.
But she knew she couldn’t give in.
The Hyde was manipulative and extreme - if she gave him any reason to think that he could be easily forgiven, he would begin to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. While it was a fun thought, it was also a dangerous one.
She would test him only if she had enough advantages at her disposal.