I gave Emma a few minutes to get her breath back before I let her stand up. Slapping her ass, I urged her towards the bed. "Bend over the bed. I want your hands under your head and your eyes closed."

She did as I ordered without a word, pleasing me greatly. Her ass jiggled as she moved, and I couldn't help but appreciate the view.

Walking up behind her, I let her situate herself at the edge of the bed until she was somewhat comfortable. Laying as she was now on the bed, her could toes barely touch the floor.

"Let's play a game," I whispered. My right hand trailed Emma's body from her shoulders down her back and stroked her cheeks before lightly brushing against her wet pussy. "If you can follow the rules, I'll fuck you raw. If not... you'll be sleeping tonight with a unsatisfied cunt. Got it?" I asked, teasing her swollen nub.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, pressing herself against my fingers, trying to get more pressure on her clit. I put my free hand on her lower back and held her in place.

"The rules are as following...I will edge you for fifteen minutes, you will not make a sound, and you will not move. If you do, we'll start again. You're not allowed to come. You get four tries," I explained gruffly. She shuddered.

My cock throbbed with the knowledge that I would do everything in my power to make it hard for her to win. As much as I wanted that tight pussy of hers, I could still find pleasure in her mouth instead.

"Do you understand the rules?"

"Yes, I understand, Daddy," she whispered back; her voice filled with desperation, even after the orgasm she'd already had.

"Good girl," I praised her. Leaving her on the bed, I went and grabbed my phone.

Rolling up my sleeves, I opened the countdown, set it to fifteen minutes, and placed it on the bed beside her.

"Your fifteen minutes starts now," I informed her and started the clock. If she'd opened her eyes now, she'd see my cruel smile.

Starting once again at her back, I stroked her body with light fingers. The power I felt knowing I could do whatever I wanted to her was immense and something I could easily get high off of.

I kneaded her cheeks firmly, feeling the soft flesh mold in my tight grip. My right hand found her pussy. It was soaked, and her juices trickled down her inner thighs. I teased her opening, circling and prodding, but didn't push inside. I wanted her desperate–so fucking desperate she would cry out when I finally gave her more.

My breathing was controlled as I played with her, but my heart was thumping like crazy, sending blood to my already steel-hard cock. Being a dominant, you had to have patience and control of your own body. If you let your dick make the decision, your submissive would never get what they needed. And shit, but I needed this too–to take control of another person's body and take my urges out on them. Fucking–and sex in general–was only one element of BDSM. In many sub and dom relationships, it wasn't even a factor in their arrangement. Some didn't want to mix sex with domination, but I was definitely not one of them.

Collecting Emma's juices, I spread it over her clit and massaged it teasingly. I had plenty of time to build up her desire, to make it impossible for her to stay still or stay quiet.

Fifteen minutes was probably too long–too torturous–for her, but I knew she had it in her, and I needed her to know it as well. She would be able to defy her own body's reaction if only so she could please me. She'd already done it before when we'd denied her an orgasm until we were good and ready to let her have it.

After five minutes, I put more pressure on her clit while my free hand teased her entrance before pushing one finger inside. Even with one finger, she felt snug; her walls tightened their grip around it, desperate to be filled up.

Fucking her slowly, I pressed another finger in. It was a fun game, toying with her, making her burn hotter by the second, and knowing she couldn't act on it. At least, I found it fun.

As the countdown hit five minutes, I really started going. With two fingers pressed against Emma's bundle of nerves, and rubbed it steadily. I fucked her harder with my other hand, giving her no mercy.

Curling my fingers inside her, I massaged her walls each time I pulled out. That did it; on a moan, she pressed against me, desperate for more.

With a last swipe on her clit, I withdrew my hands and stopped the clock. "Almost baby, but not quite," I tsked. "You only had three more minutes left."

Emma groaned in despair and muttered a curse. Fuck, I loved her like this, entirely under my mercy.

Taking a couple of minutes, I waited until she'd calmed down, not wanting her to orgasm when I started again. Kneeling on the floor which put my head on the same height as her pussy, I reached for the phone.

"Ready?" I asked, wanting to make sure she knew we would start.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.

This time, I went right ahead. Mostly because I knew Emma was already worked up, but also because I wanted to taste her sweet honey. And fucking hell, she tasted good. It was addicting, not only her taste but knowing I was behind this wetness that trickled out of her pussy.

I licked her from her clit to the entrance, lapping up her juices like a man dying of thirst. I did it several times before I stiffened my tongue and burrowed inside, fucking her with it in long strokes.

My hands were gripping her thighs as I pressed my mouth against her cunt and stretched my tongue as far as it could go inside her wet heat. I took my time and eat her out with practiced skills.

Emma was quicker to react this time and groaned so softly, I almost didn't hear it. Reluctantly, I retreated and looked at the clock. She'd only managed eight minutes.

On her third try, she lasted longer as I fucked her with my tongue and massaged her clit. Still, it wasn't fifteen minutes.

"Okay, last one, baby girl. I know you can do it," I whispered to her, confident in my words. She absolutely could do it; she just needed to learn it for herself.

I'd been edging her three times, and if she weren't able to lay still and keep quiet, she would have trouble falling asleep tonight with a throbbing cunt.

Collecting a small dildo, I sat down with my back to the bed and situated her, so her legs hung over me. Pushing the button to start the countdown, I craned my neck and licked her clit while teasing her sex with the dildo.

The position wasn't the most comfortable, but I didn't much care for comfort anyway. Like the first try, I started out slow, building her pleasure to new heights. I licked and sucked and nibbled on her nub while I fucked her with the toy. I didn't hold back either, no matter how much I wanted to feel her pussy walls stretch around my cock. I was so focused on pleasuring her that I was startled when the alarm rang.

My girl let out a sigh of relief, and I could feel the tension leave her body.

Throughout the entire game, the only sound I'd allowed from her without stopping were her harsh breathing and the low gasps of air. After all, she was only a human, and it would've been impossible for her to keep her breathing that controlled.

Getting up, I stopped the alarm and leaned over to kiss her shoulder blade. "Good girl," I whispered, satisfied with her efforts.

Not giving her time to cool down, I loosened my cock from my pants. It was hard and angry in my hand with pre-cum lathering the head.

Positioning it by her entrance, I didn't wait as I thrust inside, causing her to cry out. I groaned at the feel of her walls squeezing me tight. Her cunt throbbed to the beat of her heart.

I pulled out, only leaving the tip inside, and thrust back forcefully. In and out. In and out. Now that the game was over, Emma didn't bother trying to be quiet. Her cries and moans filled the room, along with the sound of our hard fucking.

Sex with me was always rough; I didn't do slow and lovingly. I wanted her to hurt as much as I wanted her to feel pleasure. Those two feelings warring against each other always made the most explosive orgasms.

With one hand I grabbed her neck and pressed my fingertips against the side of her throat, controlling her airflow. I made sure she had enough leeway to speak, should she need to.

Again and again, I impaled her on my cock, stretching her cunt and forcing her to take me. She cried out loud enough to grow hoarse, but it didn't stop her.

Moving my free hand between her legs, I massaged her clit while I continued fucking her.

"Come for me," I growled, and only when I felt her cunt tighten around me with the force of her orgasm did I empty myself inside her.