Waiting for Her Command

A Petrarchan Sonnet

I wrap my fingers ‘round your fluttering cock
You’ve been so good, fulfilling my demands
Now raring for reward, in my firm hand
You would be begging if I let you talk

It would be cruel, now, to stop
I flex my fist around your throbbing gland
You hold your cum and wait for my command
About to burst, your knees and elbows lock

But I won’t milk your eager cum today
And not tomorrow either if you pout
I’ll jerk your dick until I’m bored of play
You’ll just cum harder after holding out
‘Til then you’ll be attentive and obey
To earn reward you’ll prove yourself devout


© 2017 Will Aaton, All Rights Reserved

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