Chapter 87: Suffer [M]
I can feel the heat of Noelle’s body pulling away from mine as he stands, leaving me hanging in the worst, most torturous way possible. I’m still aching, breathless, with my lips tingling from his last kiss. He didn’t even give me a chance to chase after him, to prolong the moment.
"This is unfair, my beloved star," I say, unable to stop the whine from creeping into my voice.
Noelle’s soft hum is his only response, but I can practically hear the smirk in his tone. He’s enjoying this way too much. His thumb presses gently against my lower lip, lingering there, teasing. Blindfolded, I can’t see him, but the absence of sight only heightens everything else. My skin tingles, my senses hyper-alert to every tiny movement, every shift in the air.
I feel his fingers trace my lips, the touch featherlight, then lower, brushing down the column of my neck. It’s slow, deliberate, each graze of his fingertips sending shivers down my spine. He lingers on my Adam’s apple, then glides down to my collarbones, tracing them with the same torturously slow pace. My breath hitches as his hand moves lower, exploring my chest. The anticipation coils tight inside me.
Every muscle in my body is tense, waiting, ready. I sit as still as I can, desperate to see where he’ll touch next. His fingers are warm against my skin, tracing down, down toward where I really need him most. My legs instinctively spread apart, eager, open, my breath ragged as I hope, no, beg that he’ll give me relief.
But just as his fingers brush the skin of my lower abdomen, he pulls away. The absence of his touch is like a slap, and I groan in frustration, unable to hold it back.
"My beloved star, please," I beg, my voice barely more than a ragged breath.
"No, no," Noelle’s voice is teasing, light, with a playful edge that makes me ache more.
"It wouldn’t be punishment if I gave in so easily, would it?" His tone is smug, amused, and I can tell he’s enjoying my suffering far too much.
I want to fight back, but instead, I surrender. His hand presses against my chest, guiding me back against the chair. "Just lean back and let me play."
I do as he says, sinking into the chair, knowing full well it’s going to be a long, agonizing night. The leather of the seat feels cold against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat building in my body. I can hear the rustle of fabric as Noelle tugs at the belt of my robe, and it falls open, leaving me completely exposed. The cool air hits my skin, heightening the sense of vulnerability and making my nerves fire with anticipation.
I can feel his eyes on me, burning into every inch of my bare skin. The weight of his gaze is almost as tangible as a touch, and I can’t help but smirk.