Derek glared and struggled, now quite sure that this whole setup was some sort of bizarre trick, and that the advertisement he had answered was far from truthful.
"Oh," Dawn taunted. "The big, strong man is glaring at me. Why, I'll bet he'd teach me a lesson if he could get free."
Her mocking tone pushed his buttons exactly as she intended and he struggled even more, still glaring at her and trying to speak. She started removing the contraption from over his genitals.
"Throw your little temper tantrum," she said calmly. "It won't do you any good."
As she spoke she slowly began playing with his cock and balls. In spite of his anger, he was beginning to writhe in arousal at her teasing touch. She loosened his gag just enough for a little sound to escape, and then she went back to lightly teasing his cock. His moans of anger were turning to whimpers of desire and frustration as she lightly blew on his cock and it stood straight up. She just sat on the bed beside him, slowly caressing him every time he started to wilt.
After a while she went to the bathroom and found some vaseline. Slowly and deliberately, making sure he was watching her every movement, she coated her right hand with it. Just seeing her rub the slippery lubricant all over her hand was enough to make his cock harden. She clasped her greased hand around his hardness, and started giving him slow, agonizing strokes.
"Yes, the middle-aged out of shape pervert loves having the firm, hot young girl play with his dick, doesn't he?"
He only moaned.
"Nod and admit that you want me to play with it, or I'll stop," she smirked cruelly.
He nodded ‘Yes!’
"Good boy. But you know that I would not really have stopped anyway? It might be a pleasure for you right now, but soon it’s going to be torture, absolute torture.”
Dawn continued to stroke his hard cock. The strokes were slow, insanely slow, slow to the point where his frustration became an agony. The pleasure was being prolonged until it was no longer pleasure, until he was whimpering and begging for her to stroke faster and to give him the relief he now so badly needed, the relief that was always the finale of this act. Such a pleasure tease could not go on forever; it was impossible, unthinkable, unbearable.