I like to edge you. I like to keep you there. Make you stop before you step over. I like to hear how badly you want to cum while the pressure subsides. I like to make you reach that edge again. And again. And again. And again. I like the needy mess you become. Your feral disarray. I like the way you tell me you have to stop. How torn you are. Between obedience and your overwhelming need to release.