Hisvoice.
It's him.
Relief floods through me so intensely my knees would buckle if the restraints weren't holding me upright.
My unmasked man
He's here.
His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my vision blur. His thumb finds my clit and begins circling it with exactly the right pressure. Not too hard. Not too soft.
Perfect.
Like he's memorized my body's responses.
Like he knows exactly how to make me fall apart.
"Please," I whisper.
"Please what?"
His fingers still. His thumb stops moving.
I make a desperate sound that's half sob, half moan.
"Please let me come.Please. I've been good. I did everything you told me to do. I crossed the plank. I took the zip line. I let them strap me here. I waited.Please."
The unmasked man steps around the cross and positions himself directly in front of me.
His face fills my vision. Those stunning eyes—dark, and deep, and focused with an intensity that makes my stomach flip—lock onto mine like I'm the only thing in the world worth looking at.
His jaw is sharp, covered in a shadow of stubble that I want to feel scraping against my inner thighs.
His lips are full, slightly parted, and as I watch them, they slowly curve into a smile that sends heat pooling between my legs.
God, he's beautiful.
I want to reach up and touch him. I want to trace the line of his cheekbone, run my fingers through his hair, pull his mouth down to mine.
But I can't.
The restraints hold me in place, spread open and helpless, unable to do anything but stare back at him while my body screams for contact.
"Are you dying for my cock, my pretty little slut?"
His voice is low and rough and it slides through me like warm honey.
I start nodding before I can think, the metal collar biting into my throat with the movement. The pressure makes me gasp, but I don't stop.
"Yes, Master. Yes, Master,please. Let me have it. Give it to me."
His smile widens.
He doesn't give it to me.
Instead, he reaches out and traces one finger down the center of my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above my pussy. His touch is featherlight. Barely there. Enough to make every nerve ending in my body light up with desperate need but nowhere near enough to satisfy anything.
"Tell me how much you want it."
