"You're looking a bit flustered down there" Claire, now very much a man, rocks their hips, dragging their dick up and down my cunt as they leer at me. "I feel you getting wet, bitch. How much self control do you have?"
My face flushes hot at the harsh language but I try to push those thoughts out of my mind, staying as still as possible as I get aroused against my will.
"I bet dirty talk sets you off." Claire continues holding my ankle as I accidentally kicked at them. "Because if you weren't secretly a needy bitch then this would do nothing for you." They punctuate the statement with another thrust and I bite my lip, instantly regretting the action as they see it.
"You need cock don't you? Any second now you are going to ask me to lock you into this female body and make you my bitch forever." I shake my head desperately closing my eyes tight and hugging my chest.
"But it's not just cock you need." They continue, their voice shifting to a musing tone. " I bet you dream about being the little spoon. My arms wrapping around you protectively. I bet that even more than my cock, you want my hands in your hair and my lips on your neck." I can't help but buck my hips as I imagine it, covering my mouth to stiffle the whimper building in my stomach. The need is growing in my core. Desperately I look to the bedsite clock, praying that the time is up.
"Not yet dear." Claire says soothingly. Pausing and letting their dick rest against my belly button. "You said that resisting would be easy. Didnt you? Is it easy?" I shake my head again, tears watering in my eyes under their gaze.
"I'm sure it would feel so good if you just asked me to put it in" they resume rubbing against me causing me to moan into my hand. "Just say the word and I could fill you up. You could let me take care of you." My eyes close tight and tears stream across my cheeks. "Don't you want that honey? Don't you want me to take care of you?" I nod, agreeing with my body before I find the presence of mind to stop myself.
Through my tears I can see their victorious smile and they release my ankle, letting it fall to the bed weakly as they step back. "Say it then, love. Say you want me to take you. Say you want me to lock you in and care for you." I look at the clock again and Claire continues "That's right. Times up. Say no and you will never feel this again and we can go back. Say yes and you can let your cares go."
I can see it in her face. She knows what I want. She knows that if I say no I will be lying to myself and it would destroy me to deny this side. Concern is evident on her face as she watches my internal debate. "Just let go. Don't do this to yourself." She whispers.
My voice breaks as if I haven't talked in hours. "Please." I beg pathetically, not meeting her eyes.
"Please what? You have to be specific."
"Please... Take me."