“I’m gonna keep you like this until you’re begging.”
I’m already close to breaking, and he’s barely begun.
He doesn’t speak again. He just moves, shifting behind me as the bed dips beneath his weight. His fingers slide between my thighs without warning again, parting me slowly, deliberately. The moment he touches me properly, I gasp. He drags the pad of his finger through the slick heat of me, slow and controlled, like he’s testing just how ready I am.
“f**k, Red...” His voice is low, rough now. He spreads me wider with one hand, his fingers unhurried as he traces over my entrance, circling it once, then sliding just the tip of his finger inside. He doesn’t go deeper. He just stays there, barely pressing in, holding me open, reminding me I’m not the one in control.
“You’re tied down, a
