“Because it makes me feel seen.” My voice was unsteady but honest.
He stepped in close, brushing his lips along my collarbone before he asked, “And wanted?”
I nodded.
He smiled again. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you.”
He moved directly in front of me and let his hands rest lightly on my waist.
“You’ll stay here until I’m satisfied.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And when I touch you…” His hand slid between my thighs and my muscles locked tight with need. “You remember I’m the only one who’s allowed to make you feel seen and wanted?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in close to my ear and his body pressed against mine. The thick hard feel of his dick against my stomach had my pussy pulsing again. “Good girl.”
He didn’t touch me right away and the anticipation was about to kill me. His hands ghosted over my waist, then he moved higher, tracing my ribs, my sternum, up over the curve of one breast. His palm stopped there for a moment and he squeezed firmly. I moaned and leaned forward.
“You’re already trembling.”
“I can’t help it.”
He pinched my nipple lightly and my body jerked.
“You can but I don’t want you to.”
He rolled my nipple between his fingers, leaned in, and kissed the side of my neck. I tugged at the restraints and he smiled.
“You’re not going anywhere, so all you can do is feel me.”
I nodded and closed my eyes.
His other hand mirrored the first and cupped my breast before teasing that nipple. My back arched and I jerked forward again but the cuffs kept me exactly where he wanted me and fuck if I wasn’t already about to lose it.
I moaned as he dragged both thumbs across my nipples then pinched hard.
“You’re sensitive tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And needy.”
“I am, Sir.”
“Good.”
He lowered his hands and let them move down my sides deliberately slow, grazing my hips. One slid between my thighs and he brushed them over my pussy but his fingers didn’t push inside me like I wanted. They just pressed against my folds firmly.
I groaned and rocked my hips forward.
“Dripping and I haven’t even started.”
“Please…”
“Not yet.”