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My brain stalls.

Wait. Is that—is that my tie?

She smirks and points at my hand. “Put the condom on.”

My fingers shake as I tear the foil and roll it down over my length.

She crooks her finger at me, gesturing for me to go to her. And I do. I crawl toward her over the mattress like I’ve got no spine left. My limbs feel numb, blood rushing loud in my ears. I’m hard and aching and fucking terrified I’ll come the second I touch her.

When I reach her, I brace myself—hands planted on either side of her head, arms trembling. She’s laid out beneath me, flushed and perfect, and I can’t breathe.

And then her hand slides up to grip my jaw, her other hand still holding the tie. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asks quietly.

“So—so badly, Sable,” I whisper, already half-broken.

Her thumb brushes over my lower lip. “Then you’ll do it exactly how I say. You’ll fuck me exactly like I want.”

I nod too fast, breath stuttering, hips already twitching toward her before I can stop myself. I want her so bad it’s fucking pathetic.

But she doesn’t scold or pull away, she just murmurs—voice low and close to my ear, “If it gets too much… tap twice on my shoulder.”

I nod again, shakier this time.

“Words, Noah.”

“Y-yes,” I manage. “Yes, I will. I’ll do it—I’ll tap, if I need to.”

“Good boy,” she breathes. “Open wide.”

My mouth trembles as I part my lips, opening for her. She lifts the tie and wraps it around my mouth carefully. The silk pulls snug at the corners of my mouth, knotting at the back of my head. Her fingers linger at my jaw a second longer. “So, so pretty,” she murmurs.

Then she leans back, laying herself out, legs falling open wider. She slides one hand behind her head, draping the other lazily across her stomach, her fingers trailing down until they hover right above where she wants me. “Ready?”

I nod, throat tight, cock twitching as I shift forward. My hand wraps around myself to line up, tip already soaked, pressed right to her entrance.

And then her voice cuts through me, sharp and soft. “Wait.”

I freeze.

“Not until I say.”

I whimper behind the tie. It’s agony. Every part of me screams to be inside her—my chest, my hands, my fucking spine. My hips shake with how close I am to breaking. I can feel her heat against the head of my cock and it’s torture—wet and warm and so goddamn close.

“Now,” she breathes. “Slow.”

The second I feel her around me—tight, hot and perfect—I lose my breath completely. My head drops. My eyes slam shut. A sound shreds out of me, low and wrecked and swallowed behind the gag.

Her hands come up, one gripping my shoulder, the other curling behind my neck. “There,” she moans. “That’s it. Stay right there. Yes⁠—”

I sink in deeper, nearly sobbing, barely holding back. I feel everything. Every slick pulse, every flutter of her walls, every heartbeat between us. My hips twitch forward once more, seeking that friction⁠—

Her hand snaps off my neck and slaps hard against the side of my thigh with a stinging crack. “Did I say move?”

I flinch, frozen above her, cock buried half-inside and throbbing.

She tilts her head slightly. “Hold still. You move when I tell you.”

“Yes—fuck, yes, Sable,” I manage, the words thick and muffled behind the silk, breath catching on each syllable.