Chapter 71: returned
Kael returned back to his position, his presence a warm shadow behind her, the ribs’ soft bubbling a faint reminder of the challenge ticking on.
And then Kael paused to change his technique.
He reached for the nipple clamps, his fingers deft as he released them, the rubber slipping free from her buds.
Freya’s nipples throbbed, a sigh of relief mingling with sensitivity as blood rushed back, leaving them tender, erect, and hyper-aware in the cool air.
But relief was fleeting—Kael shifted, wiggling into the narrow gap between her naked body and the counter, his body heat radiating against her bare skin.
"You’re blocking me, I can’t cook like this" Freya retorted, her voice sharp behind the blindfold, her platinum-cyan hair swaying as she tilted her head, defiant despite her vulnerability.
Kael’s grin was audible, low and teasing. "Need to work with your breasts for a bit, please don’t mind, I just can’t take my eyes of them," he said, pausing, waiting for her to push back.
But.....
She didn’t—her silence hung heavy, neither approval nor refusal, but enough for him to take as consent.
His hands moved first, warm and delicate, cupping her full, fair breasts, squeezing gently as if warming them, his palms molding to their curves.
He kneaded them, slow and rhythmic, thumbs brushing the undersides, tracing the soft skin where they met her ribs, stirring a warmth that spread through her chest.