You say you want...
You say you want to come. You beg to be allowed a tiny sliver of release. But you don't really want that.
What you want is to be kept on the edge forever. Constantly a moment away from orgasm, but never allowed to cross the threshold.
What would an orgasm be? A brief burst of pleasure. Over in a moment. How can that compare to the glorious frustration of never-ending denial?