1. Desperation
    Mark
    He'd warned me the day was coming, and that I'd need to be strong enough to deal with it.
    "When you're playing a long-term game like this... and you have a little girl like her... she will break. Remember, she's never done this before."
    The past few days with Sophie had been intense, but fulfilling. I was brought back to the days before we started dating, when I felt like I couldn't get enough of teasing her, when I felt like I was in control of the flirting, and when I felt like she wasn't trying to drag something out of me. Instead of feeling run ragged or stressed out, I felt in control, and on top of the world. Every little kiss, every gentle touch, every affectionate glace meant more than it had before. It was a little secret we shared that knocked up the intensity of everything that went on between us.
    One morning she was making coffee and hadn't heard me come up behind her. I whispered in her ear, "Hey beautiful," and trailed a finger down her neck, and her knees nearly gave out. I barely caught her before she hit the ground. She looked at me with such affection and surprise.
    Another moment, a few days later. She had this dazed, tired look on her face, and I knew she was feeling desperately needy again. We were sitting on the couch together, and I pulled her knees up so her legs were crossed over mine. Yes, right in front of everyone. We were getting married in five days, after all. I could get away with it without someone trying to stab me, and I was going to enjoy it. She bit her lip, embarrassed, and covered her face with her hands.
    The others laughed and gently teased her, but I just smiled at her, and gave her a little kiss. Of course, I was the only one who knew why Sophie was so embarrassed. I was the only one who knew she melted into my arms at night, begging me to let her out of her chastity belt.
    Well. And Reuben, but he would never say anything. And Alex, her clairvoyant best friend.
    As it turned out, Alex had zero sympathy for Sophie. She seemed to think the whole thing was hilarious. "You would already be married by now if you had listened to me," she said one evening, her low, thick russian accent cutting through Sophie's higher octave. "I told you to talk to him. I told you he liked you. But no, you 'weren't his type.' But don't trust a woman who can read minds." She rolled her eyes.
    I laughed and kissed Sophie on the neck. She sighed dramatically and dropped her face into my shoulder.
    One of my favorite parts of the evenings was walking her upstairs and taking her out of her belt every night to take a bath. I'd pour her some warm water and sit behind her on the edge of the tub and wash her back and her hair while she stubbornly kept her swim top on. She tried once to get away with touching herself while she bent her leg up and shaved her leg, wrapping her hand underneath to get to her pussy.
    That had resulted in me pulling her up by her hair, giving her a few firm swats on her perfect ass, and watching her closely as she finished her shave.
    Locking her back up was always a feat. the first few nights, she whined and complained and whimpered and begged, and then eventually she gave up, knowing it was just making me harder watching her beg for me. She suffered in as much silence as could be expected for a horny little girl who could barely think straight and hadn't had a real orgasm for several days.
    I'll admit I was having a blast torturing her. Teasing her before we were dating was fun too, but now it was even better. I'd cuff her hands to her bed, or to the corner of her desk, and kiss her, brush my fingers across her skin, get so damn close to that spot she wanted me to touch, but never touch her, and then lock her back up in that belt, keeping her hot and wet and ready for me for when it was time to take her.
    Reuben had insinuated something like this would happen when I did this, and that it would be more than just sexual. "The control you'll feel over her seeps into other places of your life," he said. And he was right; I felt like I could take over the world just by putting my girl in a chastity belt. And I'd never felt that before in my life.
    It was exactly a week after I'd locked Sophie and her pretty pussy up in my belt. Every night I climbed into bed fantasizing about the day I'd unlock that belt, flip her over, and thrust deep into her sweet, wet, hot cunt. She was sensitive, horny, and desperate, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
    Then the day came. The day Weston warned me about.
    It was almost two in the morning, and I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a click, and sensed my door opening.
    I'd given Sophie a key months ago, because she'd been plagued with nightmares. I'd made her promise that if she'd ever had a nightmare, she would come into my room and wake me up so I could comfort her. She'd only done it twice so far, and hadn't used her key that often during waking hours.
    I rolled over and stretched, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus on her. She was wrapped up in her bathrobe and clutching her arms tightly around herself.
    I opened my arms to her and she crawled into my bed.
    It would be so easy, I thought. So easy to take that key from around my neck, unlock her, and satisfy both of us. So easy to let her fall asleep naked and sated, pressed against my body. My cock throbbed at the thought.
    But we had two. Damn. Days. And I was going to see this through just on the principle of the matter.
    Sophie climbed into bed and curled herself around me, and I could feel her shivering and shaking. Her face was wet and my shirt was instantly soaked with her tears.
    Shit. This was a bit more intense than I'd expected.
    "Baby?"
    "Please, Mark. I can't. I can't do this anymore. I won't... I won't ask you to touch me. But please."
    I sighed. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it...
    She lifted her face and kissed my neck. I groaned. There was no better feeling than her lips on my body.
    "Mark please."
    "Baby. Two days."
    "Mercy," she whispered.
    Her warning word. The word that changed things.
    It wasn't a safeword. It wasn't her calling it off. It was a genuine beg for help, her telling me she couldn't keep this up if I didn't change something.
    I rolled her onto her back and kissed her neck. "Okay, baby. I'll give you mercy. Do you trust me?"
    "Yes. Please." She whimpered and cried a little more. It wasn't a sexy sweet cry. It was pure desperation and torture. "Just... make it stop."
    I tried to hide my smirk of pleasure, but the fact that she'd barely made it a week without an orgasm was hilarious, and halfway thrilling. I was going to relish that high sex drive two days from now.
    "Stay," I whispered, and reached over to my bedside table where I kept the cuffs inside my drawer.
    I pulled them out and she didn't make a sound. She saw them, but seemed to not care. She just laid there, silently pleading for her torture to stop.
    I cuffed her wrists around my bedposts. Damn, that was a beautiful thing to look at. I took a moment to relish the view of Sophie cuffed to my bed.
    Mercy.
    I fingered the key hanging from the chain around my neck, and lifted it off, unlocking the belt. She let out a single tiny whimper at the release of the thing.
    I pulled the straps of the belt back from her skin. Poor thing had a slight imprint where the leather had pressed into her. Just a slight one, though. I hadn't made it too tight. I made sure of it.
    The past week of torturing her, combined with the smell of her juices running down her legs and the look in her eye was enough to make me lose it.
    It would be so easy to lower my face into her and make her come on my tongue. She'd feel some relief and be able to sleep, and I'd get another taste of that rich, tangy sweetness that I'd been dying to lap up. My mouth watered as I stared at my prize; her clit was engorged and peeking out from under its hood, and I could see the subtle quivers in her muscles, begging for release.
    "You're going to question your priorities. You're going to question what you want."
    Reuben's voice of reason came back to me right before I dropped my face into her soaking wet cunt.
    "You have to remember, it's not about what you want. It's about following through with what you promised. If she can't trust you to do as you say, she will never submit to you."
    I groaned.
    "You have to decide what you want more... pleasure in the moment? Or control and satisfaction long-term."
    "Damn it."
    I pulled myself away from her and reached back to the bedside table, where I pulled out the little tube of cream Reuben had given me. I also had a few rubber gloves, and Sophie's smallest dildo stashed in there.
    I'd laughed when I saw her collection of toys for the first time; and I'd thoroughly enjoyed teasing her for them. One of her dildos was only an inch in diameter, and maybe four inches long. A starter dildo, maybe? Her other ones were average, but I wasn't sure about the story of the tiny one.
    I pulled the glove on, squeezed out some of the cream, and coated the tiny dildo with it.
    "Mark, what... what is that?"
    "Your mercy, baby." I leaned forward and kissed her plump, sweet lips.
    "What is it... Mark?"
    "You trust me, right Sophie?" I whispered. I edged closer to her, using my clean hand to bend her knees up on either side of her.
    She nodded, looking so exhausted. She didn't even react to being spread open for me.
    "I need you to tell me something," I said, hesitating. A question had been brewing in the back of my mind, the words unclear, the concepts vague. Somehow, the situation clarified it.
    I asked her, "Why is it you were so dead set on me fucking you before our wedding?"
    She bit her lip and looked away.
    "Sophie, you need to tell me right now. I mean it."
    She took a deep, slow breath, and let it out. Be patient, I thought. She's trying. A minute later, she finally answered.
    "I'm not... I don't deserve... to be... I don't know, Mark. I can't...." Big sad tears rolled down her face. "I can't explain. I'm not... I don't deserve the promise you made me. I'm already... fucked." She closed her eyes, and a miserable weight settled over her expression.
    Oh hell. I felt my eyes burn at her sadness. She was letting me see how broken she felt. How dirty and used she felt.
    And I realized, if I fucked her right now, like I so desperately wanted to, I was just confirming that belief. I had no choice but to wait, because that's what she needed, even though that wasn't what she wanted.
    "What are you talking about, baby? That's not true. You deserve the world." I kissed both of her knees.
    "I'm not... good enough," she whispered. "I'm not pure, it doesn't matter." Or maybe she didn't whisper it. Maybe she just mouthed it.
    Being half-deaf, I'd learned to read lips. Sometimes I wasn't sure if she said something out loud or not, but she'd still said it, and I would honor it as such.
    "Sophie, you deserve to be honored more than any woman I've ever met. And you better damn well believe I'm going to do so, whether you like it or not."
    I looked from her to the dildo covered in cream.
    "Here's your mercy, baby." I brushed the tip of it against her clit, letting a large dollop sit on it, and then slid the pink plastic cock inside her.
    "Oh," she shivered, and I watched her pussy flex and flutter as she had the tiniest bit of relief, for the quickest few moments.
    It only took a few seconds for her to realize what that cream was doing to her. I watched her hump and squeeze the dildo, and then her eyes shot open and she looked at me. "What... what is... Mark?"
    I pulled the dildo out and set it aside, wrapping it up in a washcloth. Gently, I used my gloved hand to stroke the skin around her pussy that was still untouched, letting the cream work it's magic. I wished I could feel her while I did it, but then I'd end up with a numb hand.
    "Mark, what did you do," she sighed, her eyelids drooping.
    "It's just numbing cream, baby. So you can sleep." I leaned forward and kissed her nose. Some of the desperation had already melted off her expression. I pulled the glove off, got a fresh washcloth dipped in warm water, and patted the excess off her. Then I re-buckled the belt and locked it shut, putting the key back around my neck.
    Sophie was almost asleep from the relief. I helped her to her feet and walked her back to her room, tucking her into bed.
    "Mark," she whispered.
    "Yeah baby," I said, stealing another kiss before I left.
    "Thank you." And then she was out.
    I watched her sleep for a moment or two, and then snuck back into my own room. I stared at the wet spot left on my sheet from her pussy. I glanced at the tube of numbing cream on my bedside table, considering taking a dose of my own medicine, but knowing it would do little to no good. Then I laid down and tried to get a few more hours of sleep before I had to be at the garage.
    That night, I dreamed of Sophie's lips around my cock, edging me, teasing me, not letting me come. I woke up at ten minutes to six when my alarm went off, rock hard and right on the edge of exploding.
    I sighed. I guess Karma really is a bitch. "
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