Chapter 88: The edge and back [M]
I’m blindfolded, tied up, and completely at his mercy, but even in the helplessness, I feel a strange sense of euphoria. Every sensation is magnified—the way his fingers glide over my skin, the warmth of his body so close to mine, the intoxicating scent of him. It’s all I can focus on, the need for him, the craving that burns hotter with every second.
"You really enjoy this, don’t you?" Noelle’s voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, soft but laced with amusement. I can feel the smirk in his tone, that knowing, playful edge that drives me wild.
"Maybe," I mutter, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it’s a weak attempt. I’m unraveling at the seams, and we both know it.
Noelle leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "I know you do."
The shiver that runs through me is uncontrollable, a ripple of heat coursing through my veins. I tug again at the restraints, feeling the tightness of the rope biting into my wrists. The tension only adds to the overwhelming desire coursing through me. I could escape if I wanted to, I have the strength for it—but I don’t want to. I want to be here, bound, blindfolded, and completely at Noelle’s mercy.
His hands move lower again, his fingers tracing the ridges of my abdomen, every touch sending sparks through me. I spread my legs wider, instinctively opening myself up for him, hoping—begging—for him to give me some kind of relief. But again, just as his fingers graze the sensitive skin just above where I need him, he pulls away.
A low groan escapes my throat, frustration mixing with desire in a dangerous cocktail. I can’t take much more of this teasing, this slow burn that’s driving me insane.
"My beloved star," I manage to gasp out, my voice hoarse with need, "please..."
Noelle chuckles softly, the sound low and full of mischief.