Chapter 111

Nathan's POV

I move around the table with slow, precise steps. My hand drifts across the line of implements I’d laid out earlier, letting my fingers brush over cool metal, warm leather, unforgiving silicone. I can hear her breath hitch with every second of silence, her back arched with raw tension, like she’s bracing for something worse, or hoping for it.

“Since you like giving performances,” I murmur as I finally settle on a toy, “let’s give the audience in your head something to remember.”

She can’t see what I’m holding. That’s half the point. But the sharp inhale she makes when she hears the low mechanical click, that helpless, involuntary noise, makes my cock twitch in my jeans.

I trail my fingers between her thighs first, letting the toy rest against the heated, slick seam of her body without pressing it in ye