Chapter 55

Before leaving, Marcus told me that he didn’t give me permission to cum, and I made fun of him. Cum? How am I going to cum if I can’t move? What if I can’t touch myself? If I have the toy between my breasts instead of between my legs?

How wrong I was.

Now, while my body is tense, my arousal rises and I feel my sex heavy with need. I fear I won’t be able to obey his order—that I’ll explode right here, at this precise moment, catapulting myself into the sky with no impulse other than imagination and these trembling, unrestrained sensations.

Frustrated, I squirm on the bed, but I can only move my hips slightly. I want to caress myself, yet my hands are too far from my clit, so sensitive that even the still air of the room feels like a promise.

I look at the clock. Fourteen minutes. Only a single minute has passed since I last checked, and I can’t help but wonder when Marcus will return—and how I’m supposed to survive until then.

I close my eyes and try to