Strapped to the table, he squirms, desperate for release. She knows it, revels in it, as she runs her hands along his body, avoiding his aching cock. Each touch is a promise, each denial a cruel twist. She whispers in his ear, "You'll cum when I say so," before pinching his nipples, making him gasp. He's a mess of sweat and need, his body quivering as she finally wraps her hand around him, stroking firmly, but oh-so-slowly, driving him to the edge, only to stop, leaving him begging for his orgasm.