Her breath stutters.
I allow my palm to flatten and move it upward, pressing lightly between her shoulder blades. “You’re trembling for me.”
She doesn’t speak or move. But her body answers for her, shivering beneath my touch.
I lean in, letting my words drip hot into the shell of her ear. “I like that.”
Another shiver—beautiful and controlled.
My fingers sweep from her neck again, this time gliding across her collarbone until she bites her lip to keep from making a sound. Her jaw tenses beneath my knuckle as I trace along it.
“Your thighs are clenching,” I say, voice thick with heat.
She gasps, and her body betrays her in the best way. I catch every tell—the hitch in her chest, the subtle sway of her hips, the way she leans ever so slightly toward where she thinks I’ll be.
God, I bet she’s soaked, and I haven’t touched her where it counts.
But I already fucking know.
I graze her waist, ghosting along her side. I want her mind unraveling and the space between her legs aching with anticipation.
“You like this—not knowing what comes next, not being able to see me.”
She nods, barely, but it’s enough.
“You’re such a good girl, Laurette. If I touched your pussy right now…” I lean in, voice a growl. “I bet I’d find it soaked for me. So fucking wet.”
She shudders, beautiful and helpless.
I could make her scream, have her begging, unraveling, breaking in the sweetest way. But I won’t. Not tonight.
Tonight is for the hunt, for the ache, for the thrill of being teased and touched and tormented.
But not taken.
Not yet.
My thumb glides beneath her chin, tilting her face just enough to claim her full attention.
“I won’t fuck you. Not until you’re ready. And when you are, you’ll ask. You’ll beg for my cock like it’s salvation. That’s my rule.”
Her breath stutters, chest rising.
“When that moment comes, you’ll say these words to me. ‘Fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I need your cock inside me.’”
Each word is a promise, a future moan, a surrender waiting to fall from her lips.
And I’ll wait for it.
Because when she says it, she’ll mean it with every trembling inch of her body.
“Do you understand?”
She nods.
Perfect.
“Repeat the words back to me so I’ll know you understand.”
