Something warm—his hand this time—slid between her thighs, hovering just where she ached the most. The blindfold made it unbearable, the anticipation sharper than the touch itself.

“Do I touch you here?” His fingers brushed lightly over her pussy lips .

“Yes,” she whispered, desperate.

“Do I make you cum?”

Her pulse raced. “Yes—please—”

“No.” The word was firm, calm, devastating. “Not yet.”

She cried out in frustration, tugging at the ropes.

“Hush,” he ...