Edge

It’s magical; the way the goosebumps on her skin rise in command to her Mistress’ touch.

 Enchanting; the day she’s had; starting with the sunrise on a hot air balloon, and ending with a sunset view of the city Mistress promised would be worth the drive.

 Pathetic; the way her body hums in need when all that’s happened is a walk in the suburbs.

“How are you feeling?” Mistress checks in as they stop walking, gently moving her hair off her shoulders. The goosebumps follow her, but she can’t fault her body for following the way her heart does.

“I’m good,” she’s more than good, she’s shivering, her nipples are hard against her soft dress. “I’m excited,” she confesses. Mistress runs her fingers down her sides, and she leans into the touch.

“And the blindfold?”

“I still can’t see anything.” She says. It doesn’t stop her from being able to imagine the smile curling on her Mistress’ face.

“Excellent.” There is a tug on her arm, and she continues walking. “Just a little further, and you’ll be able to see it. I wanted to get up here before the mosquitos come out, so we won’t be here too long.”

Mistress guides her hands to a railing, tells her to prepare, and then takes the blindfold off.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, staring across the expanse before her. The entire city of Albuquerque is lit up in the twilight as the sun sets behind the mountain. The colors blend into a beautiful painting in the sky, and the city glows beneath her. She holds her arms out, “It’s huge.”

“This isn’t even a big city, love.” Mistress says as she wraps her arms around her. “I swear, when we make it, I’ll take you to the skyscrapers of the big cities and we’ll dance at the top of the world.”

“A slow dance for sure, because I’d never want it to end,” She leans back and smiles, bringing her arms in to hold Mistress’. Her eyes shift from light to light, wondering how so many people can live so close together. Each light is a whole story, a lifetime so different from hers.

“It never will.” Mistress starts kissing her neck, and she sighs into it.

“This was an amazing day, what did I do for it?”

“Well,” Mistress gives her neck a nibble, and she reaches for the rail to stabilize herself. “it’s been six months, and you’ve been such a good girl.”

It takes her a second to remember the significance of the six months. As Mistress lets her fingernails trace circles in her skin, her other hand crawls towards her navel. She sighs out. Her pussy clenches on air as she shudders in the cool air. “My edging.”

“That’s my girl,” the lips move to her ears to bite it, and her whole body springs to life. It’s embarrassing, how needy the slightest touches make her now, but she hasn’t been able to orgasm in six months and it makes her desperate. She squirms as she leans back, but Mistress is there, always there, to support her, “So do you know what happens today?”

“Please,” she asks desperately, loudly, as she throws her head back on the other’s shoulder.

“So you do know,” she teases. Her hands pull up her dress as Mistress’ fingers tease her lips. “I had wondered if you forgot.”

She did. She’s been aware of all the edging, but she forgot that there was an end date to it, that eventually she would orgasm again. She squirms again, leaning everywhere and Mistress laughs softly. When she had agreed to this, all those months ago, neither one of them was sure it could last this long, and they agreed to one day at a time. One day at a time of edging until all those days turned into this.

 She moans again, near limp after so little touching. Mistress retreats from her pussy, and she drops the dress. Another few kisses, and as Mistress tilts her head to give her a proper kiss, she runs her fingers down her arms, and guides her hands to grab onto the rail in front of her. She steps out of her panties as Mistress takes them to put in her pocket, and spreads her legs as Mistress’ foot taps her sneakers.

“Just look out into the city and enjoy the sunset, enjoy all of these feelings, and don’t you worry about a thing.”

She knows Mistress could just take her dress off, but there’s something more enticing about having it on, of feeling the fabric tease her nipples as it she tugs on it. She clenches the railing as Mistress reaches over to her breasts and grabs them. Mistress squeezes them as she squeezes their bodies together, and they both sigh. She looks over at the twinkling lights as the sky darkens, and smiles as Mistress pinches her nipples. She obeys, and lets her eyes wander over the city as Mistress’ hands wander over her. Mistress feels like she’s everywhere, sending her nerves into a scattered horny frenzy. Her breaths quicken as she starts panting, wondering if she could peak just from this teasing. She whines, needy, as the pinch on her nipples becomes painful. Mistress doesn’t stop until the pain is enough to cause a small cry, and it shoots straight to her clit.

She focuses in on her clit, and she feels her heartbeat pulse in it as Mistress bites her neck hard enough to cause her to moan out. She blinks, and Mistress’ heat disappears as she feels nails run from her ankles to her knees. She adjusts her grip on the rail, trying to stay here instead of floating into subspace. The hands move to her front, and Mistress is on her knees now, letting her fingers trail along her thighs.

“You are so wet for me, darling.” Mistress coos as she slides a finger through her folds. “is that the edging, or the date, or this lovely sunset.”

“All of it, Mistress. It’s all for you.” She says, shivering at the breath against her skin.

“That’s true. Well, I know just what I want to do to this pussy of mine,”

She doesn’t respond, can’t respond, because Mistress’ tongue slides straight to her clit, and her words and thoughts are lost on the needy moan that bursts from her. It’s a teasing pace, but it is enough to light her insides up. She closes her eyes, helpless to the feeling, and hopes her knees stay strong enough for this.

“Easy girl,” she hears from far away, “I’ve got you.”

She doesn’t know how long Mistress will tease her this time, but she surrenders to the feelings that bring her closer to the edge. When Mistress’ finger slides upwards, she parts her legs and whimpers as it sinks into her and curls. At the second finger, she abandons any hope of being quiet, and she feels herself racing towards the cliff.

Be a good girl, she thinks instinctively, she always wants to cum so badly after edging but not yet. Good girls don’t have orgasms. Good girls stop.

She holds off, clenching her fingers further to distract herself. She opens her eyes to try and focus on the lights out before her. She shudders as she clenches her toes and lets out deep breaths. She becomes more aware of her hard nipples against her soft dress, of the clenching she’s doing, and the way her breaths sound like they are dragging unwilling air into her body.

Mistress changes her tempo, matching her rhythms to each other, and she lets out a cry she’s sure they can hear from below her.

Mistress is well aware of her limits, and this seems cruel, but maybe Mistress is pushing her. Her orgasm approaches, bangs its fists against the walls of her resolve. She stands firm. She will be good. Except, Mistress does not relent, her walls start to crumble, and she trembles in her shoes. She twists, but Mistress follows her, fingers clenching against her G spot in a way that is torturous. She feels the dam breaking, and in one final attempt she finds her voice.

“No,” she cries as she moves her hips away.

“No?” Mistress questions, but she doesn’t follow.

“I can’t,” she squirms, pussy throbbing. “Mistress, I’m too close, I can’t,” She clenches her thighs together. She can’t explain it, in the fog that her body’s in. She squirms against herself but she holds tightly to the rails. She can’t. She shouldn’t. All these months of being a good girl to just give in like that.

“Hey,” Mistress says, “it’s okay. You get an orgasm today, remember? Good girls get to cum on Mistress’ tongue today.” She hums in distraction as the words sink in.

“It’s okay?” It sounds wrong, “but I don’t get to-”

“You do, you do today.”

“Really? Are you sure?” she asks, trying to wrap her head around why it sounds so wrong, why it sounds so right; trying not to step closer.

“I’m sure, it’s good. Was it the orgasm? How I was giving it to you? How do you want it?”

“I… I don’t know.” She knows she should have thought about it, and hundreds of edges ago, when orgasms were a normal thing in her life, she’d have laughed and asked which one she would get first. Now, she doesn’t know. ­

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Do you want me to give you an orgasm today?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then step closer, darling. I’ll talk you through it.”

She does, and Mistress gently talks to her as she tells her to look over the city and remember their date. Mistress talks about all the ways she’d been such a good girl so far and how what Mistress wants now, is for her to finally let go. It takes so little time before she’s shaking again. She feels how wet she is as she makes a mess, but Mistress is so happy about it. She’s being a good girl.

“I want to taste you, but I’ll have to stop talking, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes, please!”

Her orgasm approaches again, but she doesn’t block it this time. She welcomes it as she opens her eyes to the bright lights of the city, closes them to focus on the feelings. She’s been so good, and she’s still good. She’s been able to make Mistress happy. She’s happy.

She feels her orgasm crash into her and realizes she’s crying as she grinds into Mistress’ face. She moans out as her pussy clenches against Mistress’ fingers. Her orgasm lasts for infinity and yet is over in a few seconds and she’s left crying as she releases the rails and hugs her Mistress.

“You did good. So good.” She coos, “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”

“Thank you,” She says. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Mistress packed a water bottle and some paper towels for a quick clean up. Then they hold each other for a few moments, as Mistress details planning the date and all the options they have for tomorrow. She stops crying, and she feels wonderful as she leans into Mistress and talks about everything she loves. Mistress runs her fingers along her arm comfortingly, and she slowly comes back down from her high.

“Do you think you could do it again?” Mistress asks, eyes sparkling, a few moments later. “Another six months of edging for me?”

“Will you take me to another big city at the end?” She says, still trying to regain her breath, and Mistress frowns in thought even as she continues running her fingers up her arms.

“It would be harder.” Mistress says, flicking a mosquito off her arm “this is the closest city, and it took a while to get here. I can’t promise you that in six months.” Mistress looks uncomfortable, but she’s glad she’s being honest.

“Then I have a proposition,” Mistress hums in response. “I’ll give them up for a year, and I’ll save too, and then we can go dancing in a city, a real big city.”

“A year?”

“I think I can do it.”

“Yes, you can,” Mistress kisses her and holds her tight, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

“And we stay there, in that city, together.” She continues. “You and me.”

“Yes,” Mistress sobs on the word “yes, yes my beautiful girl. Yes.” In her head, she makes another promise; about an extra expense and an extra commitment she’ll propose when they get to the top of the world.

“Now,” Mistress holds her hands out, and she takes it “let’s head back to the hotel, I’ve no desire to be eaten by these mosquitos.”

“Yes, Mistress.”