“Over and over again,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, darker. “I’m going to bring you right to the edge. Right to that moment where your body is screaming for release, where you would do anything—anything—to come. And then I’m going to stop. Pull back. Make you wait.”
His hand landed on my ass, warm and possessive, and I couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped my throat.
“And when you’re so desperate you can’t think straight, when you’re crying and begging and promising me anything I want—thenI’ll use the paddle. And every strike is going to push you closer to the edge without letting you fall over it.”
“Nano.”
“Your punishment,” he said, his hand sliding down between my legs, fingers brushing against my entrance with a feather-light touch that made me gasp, “is that you don’t get to come. Not today. Not until I decide you’ve earned it. And right now? You haven’t earned shit.”
His finger slid inside me. Just one, slow and deliberate, and I felt my body clench around him automatically.
“Already wet,” he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still fighting. That’s good. That’s going to make this so much more fun.”
He withdrew his finger, and I heard him move again, repositioning himself. And then his mouth was on me.
Fuck.
His tongue dragged up my slit, slow and thorough, tasting me like I was something he had been craving. I bit down on the sheets, trying to stay quiet, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan. But when his tongue found my clit and circled it with deliberate precision, I couldn’t stop the sound that tore from my throat.
“That’s it,” he murmured against me. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want this.”
He licked me again, his tongue flat and broad, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk against the restraints. Then he focused on my clit, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks that made my thighs tremble. Heat built in my core and spread through my body like wildfire. My breathing came faster, shallower, as I could feel myself getting wetter with every pass of his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “Like desperation and need and all the things you’re too proud to admit you want.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and the sensation was so intense I cried out, my hands pulling uselessly against the handcuffs.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get close. Feel it building. Feel how good it could be if you just let go.”
I was getting close. Too close. The pressure was building in my core, coiling tighter and tighter, and I could feel the edge approaching. That moment where everything would shatter and I could finally get the release my body was screamed for. And then he stopped.
He pulled back and left me gasping and trembling, andempty.
“No,” I whimpered before I could stop myself. “Please.”
“Please, what, thief?” his voice mocked. “Please let you come? After you stole from my club? After you defied me? After you sat in front of my computer and refused to do the one thing I asked?”
His hand came down on my ass hard enough to sting.
“You don’t get to come, Alexandra. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow either. We’ll see how well you learn.”
I heard him move again, and then his fingers were inside my cunt, two this time, thick and filling, as he stretched me. He pumped them slowly, deliberately, and curled them to hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Feel that?” he asked. “Feel how your body responds to me? How it clenches around my fingers like it’s trying to pull me deeper?”
I couldn’t answer. I could barely breathe.
The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building again with terrifying speed as his thumb found my clit and rubbed circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers. I felt myself climbing toward that edge again. Faster this time. Closer.
“You’re so close,” he murmured. “I can feel it. Your pussy is getting tighter, and your breathing is changing. You’re right there, aren’t you? Right on the edge.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please.”
He stopped. He withdrew his fingers and left me hanging.
A sob tore from my throat, frustration and need mixed with something that felt like agony.
“Not yet,” he said calmly. “Actually, not at all. You’re going to learn that your pleasure belongs to me.”
