Chapter 217

Madison

His fingers danced along my slick folds, applying just enough pressure to make me arch my back, seeking more contact. The deliberate slowness of his movements was exquisite torture, each careful stroke bringing me to the edge without letting me fall over.

“Please,” I whispered, my hips lifting off the table.

Alexander’s eyes darkened. “Please what, Madison?”

“More,” I gasped as his thumb barely grazed my clit.

He withdrew his hand completely, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Not right now, it isn’t,” I muttered.

Alexander laughed. “Turn over again. I haven’t finished your massage.”

I groaned in frustration but complied, rolling onto my stomach once more. The leather stuck slightly to my overheated skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pouring more oil onto his hands.

His strong fingers returned to my shoulders, working the remaining tension from my muscles. The massage was profession