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I keep torturing her with my hand, pressing and rubbing through the dress in deliberate, teasing strokes. My fingers trace the seam of her folds, pressing the fabric between them until it clings to her slick heat. Every time she tries to shift away, I follow, keeping the pressure steady, never giving her enough but never letting her escape the sensation.

I can feel her clit swelling under my touch, her thighs trembling as I grind the heel of my palm in slow, filthy circles while two fingers stroke along her entrance, pushing the damp fabric inside her just enough to make her gasp.

Her breathing is ragged now, her hands fisting at her sides like she’s fighting not to grab onto me.

I lean in closer, lips brushing her ear again.

“You’re mine.”

I press harder, rubbing faster, watching her struggle to stay quiet as pleasure wars with her anger.

“Tell me you understand.”

“I’m not yours,” she cries out as she comes.

“We’ll see about that.”

I scoop her up, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and carry her to the bed.

“Stay put,” I order.

I turn, pick up the belt and tie I discarded earlier, and return to her. She watches me with wide, glassy eyes as I loop the belt around her wrists and secure them above her head. I check the tension carefully.

“Too tight?”

She shakes her head.

“Good. Don’t resist the restraints or you’ll bruise.”

I take the silk tie and blindfold her with it, knotting it gently but firmly behind her head. Her breathing quickens.

I push her nightdress up to her waist and spread her thighs wide. My mouth finds her, teasing licks over her soaked folds, sucking her swollen clit until her hips buck and her wrists pull against the belt.

Every time her breathing turns desperate, every time her thighs start to shake and her moans climb higher, I pull back. I edge her mercilessly. Over and over.

Until she starts begging.

“Please… Andrei… I can’t—”

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her sob, while my tongue flicks lightly over her clit. Her walls flutter around my fingers, so close.

“Please let me come… I’m begging you…”

I stop again.

She whimpers, hips chasing my mouth desperately. Tears soak the blindfold. Her voice cracks.

“Andrei… please… I’ll do anything… just let me come… I’m so close, please—”

I climb over her, push her legs wider, and sink into her in one deep thrust. She cries out, back arching off the bed. I set a punishing rhythm, fucking her hard, bottoming out with every stroke.

I lean down, lips brushing hers as I speak.

“Are you going to try to run again?”

She shakes her head frantically, whimpering. “No…”

“I can’t hear you.”