female-orgasm-denial:

A rebel, a figher, a lioness, that’s how everyone else saw her, that’s how she’d seen herself, until she met him. He’d never demanded change, but with soft words and even softer touches he’d tamed her, using her pleasure against her, making her crave his denial, thrilled when his lips whispered, ‘no’.

For the others, and the sake of her pride, she maintained the façade, but this is where she longed to be, powerless, teased, aching…his. 

The façade would not last much longer, and she didn’t care any more.